That pretty blonde waitress

Who filled my cup her way

In that unbuttoned  blouse

They say she's gone today


She had me looking down

With warm admiring eyes

As she poured out her best

I saw the great divide


It seems she took great care

To keep my interest new

For columbia's mountain grown

And for the canyon view


I thought we had a bond

Yet now she's running loose

But lo!!  Another brings a cup

And, yee-ouch, check that caboose