Martin's Cafe - Magna Carta

Steamed up window coca-cola, sign hangs on the door

you could make it, if you don’t mind grease along the floor

Cigarettes and gearbox spray, they got all you need

They got all, they got all, they got all you need

Martin spreads his thumbs along the counter takes your order

But he don’t bath and he don’t shave but he grins as wide as a dog

And old man comes in from the winter, broke as he can be

They got all, they got all, they got all you need

denim cowboy, threadbare drifter stops to pass the time

Jukebox jangles songs of love and soul to blow your mind

Old or lonely, kind or greedy will all enter, finally

They got all, they got all, they got all you need