Lyrics

I'm a walking in Nashville with a guitar in my hand
Looking for a table at the all-night hamburger stand
I asked the old waitress do you like rhythm and blues,
She said "not to much honey" what can I get you?

I told the old waitress I'm writing a song
It feels like a hit, straight up to number one
The waitress just smiled "do you want salad or fries?",
Oh you silly boy there's magic in the night

One, two, three, four, five, six, and seven.
All good boys will one day go to heaven

I walked out the door with a guitar in my hand
And left the faded light of the all-night hamburger stand.
I saw the old waitress she was waving goodbye and
I wondered to myself maybe she was right.