Waffle House Is Not A Home Lyrics - Gadjits

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