[Verse]
The screen door swings, the chatter hums,
A warm "good morning" to everyone.
Biscuits rise with the smell of bacon,
At D9 Market, the day's just awaken’.
[Verse 2]
Trucks are lined where the gravel lays,
Sunshine cuts through the window's haze.
Coffee poured in a heavy white mug,
A small-town life fits you like a hug.
[Chorus]
Breakfast at the D9, where time feels slow,
Home-cooked memories in the morning glow.
Comfort in every bite, every glance, so kind,
Starting the day at the ol’ D9.
[Verse 3]
Eggs fried up in a cast-iron pan,
Stories swapping from woman to man.
The cashier grins with a toothy hello,
The weight of the world here feels hollow.
[Bridge]
The radio hums as the jukebox plays,
Songs of heartache, love, simpler days.
Clinking spoons, laughter in the air,
At the D9 table, you belong somewhere.
[Chorus]
Breakfast at the D9, where time feels slow,
Home-cooked memories in the morning glow.
Comfort in every bite, every glance, so kind,
Starting the day at the ol’ D9.