I travel the road as it twists and turns
The countryside of green rolling hills
Herds of sheep and cattle behind berms
Every now and then, old wind mills

Continuing on there's a small town
A fifty's neon sign, Oasis Motor Court
I smile at this, pleased, rather than frown
A place for a night's stay; never a resort

Over there, Joe's Tacos and Lucy's Diner
Guess I'll need to stop soon for a bite
I don't want food that claims to be finer
Fried chicken and mashers would be right

But I need to make up some time
As long as there's light in the sky
I'll find a place to wash off the grime
Then off to dinner and pecan pie