Joe's Diner

Well, just before you reach the city limits, You're bound to see 'Joe's Diner' on the right; Call in there for ham and eggs and coffee, He's open every day, and through the night. It seems like Joe has run the place forever, Well I've been eating there since '68; He serves the finest 'T-Bones' in the County, And there's so much, you need a bigger plate. And I remember, in my times of trouble, How Joe would put a smile back on my face; Just serving words of comfort with the coffee, So I don't want to lose this special place. But eat at 'Joe's', for no one knows, What all those grey suits plan at 'City Hall'; They shake you by the hand, then re-possess the land, And you are out of business by the Fall. I sometimes wonder if they have no feelings, The grey suits that control the city purse; 'cause if they did they'd leave alone 'Joe's Diner', But no, they let things go from bad to worse. They build their super highways, but you're going nowhere fast, So maybe all the 'Suits' will think again, And leave us with 'Joe's Diner', well at least until the last, And we can eat those ham and eggs again.