At the cafe down on the corner
But it's a thankful man that gets it
There ain't no fields to plow
At the cafe down on the corner
And the meek shall inherit the earth
This job don't pay half what it's worth
There ain't no fields to plow
He's busin' tables now
And hometown boys without a home
There ain't no fields to plow
They say crime don't pay
At the cafe down on the corner
He's just a little out of place
No reason to now
And the coffee is cold and he's fifty years old
Farmers without fields, dealers without deals
With a lost look on his face
But neither does farmin' these days
He's just a little out of place
And he's got to learn to live some other way
And the bank shall repossess it
He's wishin' for one now
With a lost look on his face
There ain't no fields to plow
He's just a little out of place
All these soldiers without wars
They're wishin' for one now
With a lost look on their face
And they sit here drinking coffee all alone
