Текст песни Waffle House Is Not a Home

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