There's a warm and cozy diner where pickers like to meet
Nestled on the corner of Dream and Wandering St
They trade licks and lyrics, sometimes lies and sweet nothings
And ponder life's complexities over donuts and coffee

Betty's in the kitchen warming up her voice
Not afraid to sing with all the noise

They write songs about love, songs about loss
Songs about wisecracks that everybody knows
They sing about feeling good despite the evening news
The diner gets so crowded as the audience grows
Everybody's feelin' right, a new song every night
'Neath the neon lights, a new song every night

Sometimes patrons shout for the song they like best
Sometimes they just sit and listen like all the rest
It's not about the fame, it's not about the fortune
Pickers play for free as long as folks are havin' fun

They can't ever take a break
Cause' that slide player's case... is always full

They write songs about love, songs about loss...

Betty owns the diner, and she'll sing all night
You should hear her sing her song about her blackberry pie
Everybody's feelin' right, a new song every night
'Neath the neon lights, a new song every night