Sammy Kershaw

Sitting at a tiny table in a ritzy restaurant
She was staring at her coffee cup
He was trying to keep his courage up
By applying booze

Talk was small when they talked at all
They both knew what they wanted
There was no need to talk about it
They were old enough to scope it out
And keep it loose

She said, "You don't look like my type, but I guess you'll do"
Third-rate romance, low-rent rendevouz
And he said, "I'll even tell you that I love you if you want me to"
Third-rate romance, low-rent rendevouz

When they left the bar, they got in his car and they drove away
He drove to the Family Inn
She didn't even have to pretend
She didn't know what for

He went to the desk and made his request while she waited outside
Then he came back with the key
She said give it to me
And I'll unlock the door

She kept sayin, "I've never really done this kind of thing before. Have you?"
Third-rate romance, low-rent rendevouz
And he said, "Yes, I have, but only a time or two"
Third-rate romance, low-rent rendevouz
Third-rate romance, low-rent rendevouz
Third-rate romance, low-rent rendevouz