Lyrics

by trade, I'm a builder and i like to start my day
with the best breakfast sixteen bits can buy
I pulled up to the curb, at the berryoand Cafe
Where this red headed waitress with a twinkle in her eye said....
"my name is Leah, and it's really good to see ya honey,
come on in and sit down anywhere...
so I flipped a coffee cup, Leah smiled and filled it up
and i felt better cuz I knew that leah cared....but

chorus:
Leah, doesn't work here anymore...
I've got a hot cup of Coffee here that Leah did not pour..
She had a smile, and a way about her everyone adored but
Leah doesn't work here anymore...

Studying the menu at the Berryland Cafe
I can hear the locomotive cry
Its raining hard, as the whislte fades away...
wish I had, the chance to say goodbye...
or talk about her cabin in montana..
leah said she really had to sell
built by her son, who dies way to young,,she
had to sell the cabin and some memories as well....but

chorus:
Leah, doesn't work here anymore...
I've got a hot cup of Coffee here that Leah did not pour..
She had a smile, and a way about her everyone adored but
Leah doesn't work here anymore...

the southbound train, says goodbye
and its whistle make such a lonely cry but
Leah doesn't work here anymore......