The cafe has many familiar smells and sounds,
I can buy my coffee there by the pound,
The cafe has fresh bread baking,
Homemade pies they are in the process of making.

The cafe allows me to sit and drink my coffee in peace,
At the counter sits the police,
The cafe has such wonderful smells,
Mr. Jones waves and lets us know he’s doing well.

The cafe sales pies by the slice,
It’s a place I can go get advice,
The cafe is a friendly place in my hometown,
It serves the best fried chicken around.

The cafe is where all my friends like to gather,
Mrs. Smith’s in the kitchen making fresh pancake batter,
The cafe is where the kids grow up,
The kids who never leave town get stuck.

The cafe houses simple town folks,
You can get your favorite ice cream float,
The cafe stays close to my heart,
Right here is where I got my start.