Marty Stuart - Truck Stop lyrics

At a red hot truck stop With a dirt floor parking lot A waitress named Shirley Poured him some coffee and she said "Hello stranger where're you going? I see the dust of where you've been Seems like the fire of trouble Claims you like the next of kin" "You look as new as tomorrow And the old as where you're from If I've got it right and I think I might I believe that you're a Pilgrim"