[Verse 1] I slid into a booth at quarter past nine Asked for hash browns and a slice of pie Blue Ridge fog on my old coat sleeve Then a giant hairy hand reached over for the cream [Pre-Chorus] He nodded at the menu, serious as can be Pointed to the pancakes, then pointed at me [Chorus] Bigfoot at the diner in Asheville Two coffees steaming by the windowsill He said, “Pass the syrup, friend, I’m starving still” Bigfoot at the diner in Asheville [Verse 2] The waitress raised an eyebrow, “Honey, is he with you?” I said, “Only if he’s paying for the barbecue” He had a little notebook full of mountain trails And a biscuit in his pocket for emergency details [Pre-Chorus] He tapped his fuzzy foot beneath the table beat Then stole my bacon with a grin so sweet [Chorus] Bigfoot at the diner in Asheville Two coffees steaming by the windowsill He said, “Pass the syrup, friend, I’m starving still” Bigfoot at the diner in Asheville [Bridge] Outside, the morning buses rumbled past He signed my napkin with a giant autograph Then vanished down Merrimon before the check came due Left one blue berry pancake and a “See you soon” [Chorus] Bigfoot at the diner in Asheville Laughing while the jukebox rang its bell If you hear a heavy step, order something grilled Bigfoot at the diner in Asheville [Outro] Big boots, small booth, one legendary meal Come back next Sunday, Bigfoot—same deal
