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I'll tell you a story of a pretty young maid,
Who's gettin' well off in the wine selling trade;
The wine and the whiskey I know she can sell,
And I love the barmaid at the Trucker's Motel.
Well, ain't she a daisy, oh, ain't she a dear,
Sellin' the whiskey, the wine and the beer;
I'll never love anyone quarter as well,
As I love the barmaid at the Trucker's Motel.
She never gets up in the mornin' till nine,
Then she's pressed off like a lady so fine;
All ready for business she stands at the bar,
And talks to the fellers whoever they are.
Well, ain't she a daisy, oh, ain't she a dear,
Sellin' the whiskey, the wine and the beer;
I'll never love anyone quarter as well,
As I love that barmaid at the Trucker's Motel.
Her wages are eighty to a hundred a year,
Her board and her lodging and everything clear;
Someday or another when we're all alone,
I know she pretends she'll be Mrs. Malone.
Well, ain't she a daisy, oh, ain't she a dear,
Sellin' the whiskey, the wine and the beer;
I'll never love anyone quarter as well,
As I love the barmaid at the Trucker's Motel.
I know I'm the feller that she loves the best,
She pays more attention to me than the rest;
To the rest of me girlfriends I'll just say farewell,
'Cause I love the barmaid at the Trucker's Motel.
Well, ain't she a daisy, oh, ain't she a dear,
Sellin' the whiskey, the wine and the beer;
I'll never love anyone quarter as well,
As I love the barmaid at the Trucker's Motel.
That dandy old barmaid at the Trucker's Motel.
