Sleepy Joe's Cafè [Italian translation]

There's a place out on the highway 'cross the San Bernardino line

Where the truckers and the bikers gather every night at the same time

At seven the band comes in and locals dance the night away

At Sleepy Joe's Café

I drive on down from the big town Friday when the clock strikes five

As the red sun sets in the ocean

I start to come alive

Summer girls in the parking lot slap on their makeup and they flirt the night away

At Sleepy Joe's Café

Joe came home in '45 and took out a G.I. loan

On a sleepy little spot and Army cook could call his own

He married May, the highway come in and they woke up to find

They were sitting on top of a pretty little gold mine

Saturday night the lights are bright

As the folks pour in from town

Joe keeps the blues playin', at the bar May lays the beers down

I come through the door and feel the workweek slip away

See you out on the floor

And Monday morning's a million miles away

At Sleepy Joe's Café

At Sleepy Joe's Café

At Sleepy Joe's Café