There's 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 Joe's 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 Joe's Café Joe came home in '45 and took out a G.I. loan On a sleepy little spot and Army cook could call his own He married May the highway come in and 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 morning's a million miles away Sleepy Joe's Café Sleepy Joe's Café Sleepy Joe's Café