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