Buttered Burgers and Old Pick-Up Trucks

[Verse] Down at the diner with the neon sign glow, Where the coffee's hot and the regulars go, A scent fills the air, it stops you in your tracks, It's them buttered burgers on that old flattop rack. [Verse 2] The grill's been seasoned by countless hands, Generations of cooks from these farmlands, Each patty's a memory, each bite tells a tale, Of hard workin' folks who'll weather any gale. [Chorus] Oh, buttered burgers and old pick-up trucks, Simple pleasures and a little bit of luck, In this small-town life, where the pace ain't too fast, These buttered burgers, boy, they sure do last. [Verse 3] There's Mary at the counter, with a smile so wide, She knows your order, ain't no need to decide, Grease-stained apron, and a heart made of gold, Serving buttered burgers to the young and the old. [Verse 4] Tommy and the boys, just got off the farm, Dirty boots and blue jeans, all covered with harm, They're sittin' in the booth, talkin' 'bout the day, Chompin' buttered burgers, the troubles fade away. [Chorus] Oh, buttered burgers and old pick-up trucks, Simple pleasures and a little bit of luck, In this small-town life, where the pace ain't too fast, These buttered burgers, boy, they sure do last.