|Queen of Beto Junction|
|Copyright 1985 Tom Isern|
On a run to Kansas City on the lonesome interstate,|
My eyes are getting heavy and the hour's getting late.
Now I see that sign a-flashing "Beto Junction" on the hill--
I got time to drink come coffee and I reckon that I will.
I been thinking about a waitress but I won't tell her name,
She's the queen of Beto Junction and the truckers all know why,Every driver on the road knows Beto biscuits are the best,
And Beto Junction chile will put hair upon your chest.
Order up a bowl of gravy and a steak that's chicken fried--
You would think you was in heaven but you know you haven't died.
But the Junction's big attraction isn't on the bill of fare--
From Burlington, Emporia, Topeka, and Ottawa the highways come--