Capable Girl - Jackopierce

He came here on a highway gang

To lay down the great asphalt escape lanes for the everyman

And he stayed here

The road moved on

He’d grown tired of smacking the asphalt from his trousers

In the cold before dawn

Where does it go

Well you leave it alone

He comes 'round half past nine

With a yesterday’s paper folded

And a dollar-ninety cents

She pours coffee, he watches

She fills up ketchup bottles

And it happens everyday

And he’s thinking

Oh my, what a capable girl

Oh my, Am I willing

And I’m thinking

Is she willing