DAWN IN MAY-RETTA

By the old Mayretta Diner, many miles from the sea,
There’s a Jawja girl a-settin’, and I know she thinks o’ me;
For the wind is in the pine-trees, and the auto horns they say;
“Come you back, you Jawja Blodger; come you back to Cobb Parkway!”
Come you back to Cobb Parkway,
Where the great Big Chicken lay;
Can’t you ’ear their mouses clickin’ from the Interstate Highway?
On the road to Cobb Parkway,
Where the Blodgers like to play,
An’ the dawn comes up like thunder outer Roswell ever’ day!