He came here on a highway gang To lay down the great asphalt escape lanes for the everyman And he stayed here The road moved on He'd grown tired of smacking the asphalt from his trousers In the cold before dawn Where does it go Well you leave it alone He comes 'round half past nine With a yesterday's paper folded
And a dollar-ninety cents [Pre-Chorus] She pours [his] coffee, he watches She fills up ketchup bottles And it happens everyday And he's thinking [Chorus] Oh my, what a capable girl Oh my, Am I willing [Chorus] And I'm thinking [Chorus] x2 Is she willing