Late One Night in Peculiar, Missouri

I had been driving south all day... and half the night.
Pulling my Gypsy Wagon.
Bound for Mag-no-li-a, Texas...

Then I saw the sign...
It said... "Peculiar"...

Food for thought, that.
I was feeling a little odd... on the nod... clearly
needing to sleep

So I pulled off the highway
and onto the feeder...
Come up on two Cop cars parked next to a Bank...

I got out of my pick-up... went over and joined 'em
Explaining my problem, I asked for their aid.

"Y'all could park right here", one said, "o'er by the Bank."
Then the other cop spoke, "I've a better idea... You go 'cross
that road there and park far left corner...

You be O.K...no one bother you there..."
I thanked them both kindly and stifling a yawn, took my rig
'cross the road and parked where he said.

Next morning I woke up and looked out
my window. He'd parked me in front of a little café.

How Sweet can it get?
Breakfast, sweet water and a clean bathroom...
And there's nothing beats waking up in your own bed.
 
Ya know? "Peculiar" was a pleasant place...
one of the nicest I've ever passed through...
I hope it's still there offering kindness to tired travelers... I do.