Kenworths and Peterbilts parked in the lot
One more cup darling and make sure it’s hot
She’s somewhere around thirty though her eyes are old
With a pot full of coffee and a heart full of gold

She’s America’s sweetheart a truck drivers dream
The apple pie lady a hamburger queen
She’s America’s sweetheart the working man’s friend
With a chewing gum smile and a fill ‘er up again

Big trucks pull out on the interstate
She goes to her station and gathers the plates
With a Pall Mall cigarette hung from her lips
She cleans off the tables and counts up the tips

She quarters the jukebox selection before
Another truck driver walks through the door
With a cup of her coffee and a piece of her pie
The knight of the road bid the sweetheart goodbye