Marry a Waitress

Marry A Waitress

Think I'll marry a waitress-with pulled back hair of brown
And a smile she keeps every time she comes around
Think I'll marry a waitress-from a hard and simple life
Who'll help me clean up this mess I've made of mine

And as I go where anything goes-baby, I've come undone
One more place, another late show-I'm tired of holding on

Think I'll tell her tomorrow-before it gets too late
And there's nothing on my plate-to keep me here
Say goodbye to the sorrow-and miles of lonely streets
With every glass of tea-she'll say baby, baby
Is everything alright?

And as I go where anything goes-baby, I've come undone
One more place, another late show-I'm tired of holding on

Think I'll marry a waitress-a southern football queen
Picks up her tips and keeps the counter clean
Pulls the check from her pink dress-says "sorry" as she leans
To fill up my glass of tea-she says baby, baby
Is everything alright?



Credits
Writer(s): Ned Dewitt Hill
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link