text: Theres a place out on the highway ’cross the San Bernardino line
  Where the truckers and the bikers gather every night at the same time
  At seven the band comes in and locals dance the night away
  At Sleepy Joes Café
  I drive on down from the big town Friday when the clock strikes five
  As the red sun sets in the ocean, I start to come alive
  Summer girls in the parking lot slap on their makeup and they flirt the night away
  At Sleepy Joes Café
  Joe came home in ’45 and took out a G.I. loan
  On a sleepy little spot an Army cook could call his own
  He married May, the highway come in, they woke up to find
  They were sitting on top of a pretty little gold mine
  Saturday night the lights are bright as the folks pour in from town
  Joe keeps the blues playin, at the bar May lays the beers down
  I come through the door and feel the workweek slip away
  See you out on the floor and Monday mornings a million miles away
  At Sleepy Joes Café
  Sleepy Joes Café
  Sleepy Joes Café