Bill Mericle - Furr's Cafeteria Lyrics

A ladle carved of solid
Golden Carsons McMahons
That'll go a long long way
To soul save the old days
Underplayed sold of days
They let the locals sow in ovens
Comforts new summers
And flying through the mists of time
A fifty year old dime
And wide in other ways these old folks eyes
Holding to the trays in buffet lines
In these times
Where they play
Golden age
And wading through So Cal and Laughlin
No hotel home's mobile
Birds of a feather home to roost
The magnet all you can eat
Neon roast beef
Carrots and peas
Predictability