Martin's Cafe

Steamed up window coca-cola, sign hangs on the door
you could make it, if you don’t mind grease along the floor
Cigarettes and gearbox spray, they got all you need
They got all, they got all, they got all you need
Martin spreads his thumbs along the counter takes your order
But he don’t bath and he don’t shave but he grins as wide as a dog
And old man comes in from the winter, broke as he can be
They got all, they got all, they got all you need
denim cowboy, threadbare drifter stops to pass the time
Jukebox jangles songs of love and soul to blow your mind
Old or lonely, kind or greedy will all enter, finally
They got all, they got all, they got all you need