Old Lea Johnson traded his car for metal stool and a coal stove fire Opened a diner serving ham and milk No menu or blackboard Just holler for help Old Lea don't serve riff raff Don't run a honky tonk If you want to have that kind of fun It's just a short walk He kicks out all the farmer boys With dirt on their shoes They clean up in the slop sink come back shiny new Old blue suspenders Pulled them up proud squinted through glasses and white tuft brows the ladies are grinning He's looking real smart Hugging their necks And breaking their hearts Old Lea Johnson Was a prodigal son An eighth grade dropout Who could have been done Always at the turn off To highway one seven He'll never serve booze He wants to go to heaven