Gadjits Waffle House Is Not A Home Lyrics

Waffle House Is Not A Home Lyrics

I'm the only one who ever sits here

So thank God for me

You're the lonley one with the waffle house apron

Who gets of on me

You're the apron string that's tied so tight

Around my middle

Truckers, drunks and cowboys come to beg for seconds

from your griddle



How can they think to judge us

They don't even know who we are

In the future i see us running 

Somewhere other than a parked car



Three o'clock there's only empty seats and orthapedic shoes

Sit down in my booth and tell me about country dancing 

and what else you like to do

You're the only one in this town who can look down on me

No matte rhow you feel all you done and where you been 

Come and sit down with me