Youre Im cleanin up the tables at the bar-b-q tonight Im cleanin up the tables at the bar-b-q tonight Im lookin out the screen door where your face comes in the light You said you loved the tool pusher cause he bought you a ring You said you loved the tool pusher cause he bought you a ring I pledged my love a thousand times still youre hidin behind the coke bottle machine I make a wish when youre not watchin but I keep my fingers crossed Yeah its only wishful thinkin but I keep my fingers crossed While you take the old mans orders on the checkered table cloth You ask me what have I got darlin when I go back home You ask me what have I got darlin when I go back home I got a trash sack full of rib bones and a pocket full of songs And theyre all for you Youre waiting for the tool pusher Im turnin out the lights Youre waiting for the tool pusher Im turnin out the lights Hes got Kilgore on his collar you know how you can tell hes got a lipstick stain tonight I got grease from washin dishes you got a nametag on your chest I got grease from washin dishes you got a nametag on your chest Youre walkin out the screen door and the smoke is all thats left