Kenworths and Peterbilts parked in the lot One more cup darling and make sure it’s hot She’s somewhere around thirty though her eyes are old With a pot full of coffee and a heart full of gold She’s America’s sweetheart a truck drivers dream The apple pie lady a hamburger queen She’s America’s sweetheart the working man’s friend With a chewing gum smile and a fill ‘er up again Big trucks pull out on the interstate She goes to her station and gathers the plates With a Pall Mall cigarette hung from her lips She cleans off the tables and counts up the tips She quarters the jukebox selection before Another truck driver walks through the door With a cup of her coffee and a piece of her pie The knight of the road bid the sweetheart goodbye