Текст песни
[Куплет 1] I tie my apron at the harbor grill Before the lunch crowd climbs the hill The flat-top hums, the onions turn sweet I set the old blue skillet to heat A little thyme, a pinch of salt That’s how my mother taught me the start Then peaches go in, with a spoon of brown And every face in town comes around [Предприпев] They ask what makes it taste like home I grin and say, “you’ll know when you know” [Припев] Come on in, i’ve got a plate for you Golden edges, tender through and through One bite and you’re back where the good days began With the whole wide world fitting right in your hands I cook it slow, i serve it proud And i love that first smile in the crowd [Куплет 2] A trucker stops with dust on his sleeve Says he’s got miles before he can leave The peaches hit, the cinnamon wakes He laughs like a boy at a county fair gate A nurse on break takes half to go Then circles back for one more, though I keep the skillet moving in time Every plate gets a little of mine [Предприпев] No secret book, no silver spoon Just good things meeting at the right moment [Припев] Come on in, i’ve got a plate for you Golden edges, tender through and through One bite and you’re back where the good days began With the whole wide world fitting right in your hands I cook it slow, i serve it proud And i love that first smile in the crowd [Бридж] At closing, when the last bell rings I wipe the board and count small things A nod from the booth, a kid asking more The sound of a laugh by the screen door Tomorrow i’ll light that burner again For strangers who leave here feeling like friends [Final chorus] Come on in, i’ve got a plate for you Golden edges, tender through and through One bite and you’re back where the good days began With the whole wide world fitting right in your hands I cook it slow, i serve it proud And i love that first smile in the crowd Yeah, i love that first smile in the crowd [Аутро] Harbor grill, the sign burns low But there’s one more batch before i go
