[Verse] CHIPS on TV, rolling down the highway Dashboard glow and coffee gone cold, we’re still cruisin’ Late on a Saturday, the station’s half asleep Static in the speaker, county road humming underneath Ford Mustang, Chevy Corvette, Dodge Coronet in the lane Kenworth at the truck stop, idling through the midnight haze [Verse 2] We pull into a diner with a cracked Formica top Pie case by the register, burnt coffee never stops Chrome stools, paper menus, and she’s sliding in beside us Green pen tucked in, calling the specials like she knows us Grease on the window, pool hall smell blowing in Quarter in the jukebox, fries on a red tray Truckers by the counter watching her smile at the TV replay Waffle House napkins stacked like she’s expecting a parade [Chorus] CHIPS on TV, CHIPS on TV And she’s got jokes for every mile marker on the route CHIPS on TV, CHIPS on TV She calls a detour like it’s her own personal coupon We miss the exit, she doesn’t blink Says, “Good, now we get pie” Reads boots, bait, and Jesus off every roadside sign Same rerun, same coffee, same deadpan grin CHIPS on TV, CHIPS on TV And the cab keeps rolling while she keeps us laughing [Bridge] We blow past the off-ramp and nobody even minds A little white line, a little more time She says, “I knew a better way,” like she’s done this a hundred times We take the long cut, eat the wrong pie, call it fine Miss the exit, miss the exit Best mistake we made all week CHIPS on TV, CHIPS on TV and the whole truck feels lighter by a seat [Chorus] CHIPS on TV, CHIPS on TV And she’s got jokes for every mile marker on the route CHIPS on TV, CHIPS on TV She calls a detour like it’s her own personal coupon We miss the exit, she doesn’t blink Says, “Good, now we get pie” Reads boots, bait, and Jesus off every roadside sign Same rerun, same coffee, same deadpan grin CHIPS on TV, CHIPS on TV And the cab keeps rolling while she keeps us laughing
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