Jenny Mae works at the Star Café
Dishin' up meat and three all day
Breaking loose,
change from the countertop
Making big time dreams
and small town talk
Life is simple, life is slow
Under the light of the Texaco
It's a dusty road in a dying town
One gas pump and an old stray hound
Jenny fills the shakers and she
checks the clock
One car left in the parking lot
Strangers come and strangers go
Under the light of the Texaco
In the secret life of Jenny Mae
She closes her eyes in the
small town place
It's just a ride on a dream or two
Just passing through
Dreams like that they come and go
Under the light of the
textbook
Dreams like that they come and go
Under the light of a terraclid cloak
Jenny sits at the counter with a magazine
It's a ticket to places
she's never seen
Jenny's never been in love before
But she smiles at a fella
walkin' through the
He might be the one, you never know
Under the light of the text you wrote
In the secret life of Jenny May
She closes her eyes and the
small town fades
This is a ride on a dream or two
Just passing through
Dreams like that they come and go
Under the light of the Texaco
In the secret life of Jenny May
She closes her eyes and the
small town fades
Bitches ride on a dream or two
Just passin' through