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Verse 1
Gina, they're taking the sign down Monday morning
Nineteen years and it comes off in twenty minutes flat
You hired me at twenty-two and I was useless
Said the burns will teach you quicker than I will
You were right about that and you were right about most things
And I never once said thank you in the daylight
Chorus
So here's the blues off the hot side, Gina
Last ticket on the rail and then we're done
Kill the fryer, hang the towel, let the room go quiet
There is nowhere in this town that fed folks like this one
Verse 2
You fed the whole street the week the power went out
You never wrote a number down and never sent a bill
You covered somebody's rent that March and told us not to say it
You'd take the worst station on a Saturday yourself
I'll cook somewhere with better knives and colder people
And I'll be measuring every one of them against you
Chorus
So here's the blues off the hot side, Gina
Last ticket on the rail and then we're done
Kill the fryer, hang the towel, let the room go quiet
There is nowhere in this town that fed folks like this one
Bridge
Somebody's going to put a coffee counter in here
They'll paint the brick and never know the floor
There's nineteen years of us under that paint
And they will never scrub a Sunday out of it
Outro
Last ticket, Gina. Order in
Whole line's still standing, gloves still on
Turn it off. We'll walk out together
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