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Waffle House
by Colt Ford



See me and my ole lady , we been fighting a bunch and
I aint quite for sure but I got me a hunch.
Now I know I been drinking but I’m thinking kinda clear
This here’s the truth and I anit leaving this booth.

Until I tell everybody exactly what she done.
I done called, my boy, Sunny, told him to bring my gun.
I’m trying to figure out exactly what went wrong.
I’m working daylight to dark to give her a nice home.

I ain't never been the type to ask for too much.
Just a meal now and then and sometimes a slow touch.
Tell me what to do man, what do ya think?
I know the waitress and the cook and they don’t care if we drink.

I’m just trying to make sense outta all of this sh-t
Lord, I’m not a violent man but the guns in my hand.
Should I stay or should I go or just let it be.
Lord, this cheap womans gonna be the death of me.

(Course)
Meet me at the Waffle House
It’s going down
I just found out my ole lady been messing around.

Meet me at the Waffle House.
And bring me my gun
Need someone to talk to before I hurt someone.


Man my whole world is upside down,
I guess I’m about to be the laughing stock of the town.
I heard from my cousin, it’s a dozen or more,
And I found the sheriff’s badge on the bedroom floor.

An ole boy from church said he saw her with the preacher,
40 miles from here, at a bar drinking beer.
She told me that she was having some lunch with her sister.
I was home cleaning up, wishing I didn’t miss her.

See love will bring you home but lies brought me here.
Heard her and the town judge been at for a year.
I reckon you can’t make a whore a housewife.
But I damn sho tried, even when she lied.

Now I’m sitting here staring at this plate of grits.
Thinking about going to put a bullet in that b---ch.
Maybe I should shoot everyone of them fellows.
But come to think of it son, I really aint jealous.

Matter fact, let me thank ya'll for making it clear
Hell, fix me a patty melt, son and pour me a beer.
Now I’m scattered, smothered, covered and happy to be free.
To hell with cheap women, yall heard it from me.

(Course)
So
Meet me at the Waffle House.
It’s going down.
I just found out my old lady been messing around.

Meet me at the Waffle House
And bring me my gun.
Need someone to talk to before I hurt someone.


Meet me at the one off 28, my gun in the closet
underneath my Bad Company tapes and grab
that moon shine sitting on my freezer, it’s
gonna ease the pain the next time I see her.


(Course)
Meet me at the Waffle House.
It’s going down
I just found out my old lady been messing around

Meet me at the Waffle House.
And bring me my gun
Need someone to talk to before I hut someone.
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Lyrics submitted by Tanya.