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Colt Ford

Waffle House

 

Waffle House

(альбом: Ride Through The Country - 2008)


See me and my ole lady we been fightin a bunch. And I aint quite sure but I got me a hunch. Now I know I been drinkin but
im thinkin kinda clear. This is the truth and I aint leavin this booth. Until I tell everybody exactly what she done. I
done called my boy's son and told him bring my gun. I'm tryin to figure out exactly what went wrong. My workin day like the
dark to give her a nice home. I aint never been the type to ask for to much. Just a meal now and then and sometimes a slow
touch. Tell me what to do man whata ya think. I know the waitress and the cook and they dont care if we drink. I'm just
tryin to make sence outta all this shit. Lord I'm not a violent man but the guns in my hnad. Should I stay or should I go
or just let it be. Lord the cheatin woman will be the death of me.

Meet me at the Waffle House. It's goin down. Just found out my ole ladys been messin around. Met me at the Waffle House.
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 form my cousin its a
dozen or more. And I found the Sheriffs badge on the bedroom floor. And ole boy from church said he saw her with the
preacher 40 miles from here in a bar drinkin beer. She told me she was havin lunch with her sister. I was home cleanin up
wishin I didnt miss her. See love will bring you home but lies brought me here. Heard her and the town Judge been at it for
a year. I rekon you cant make a whore a house wife. But I dam sure tried even when she lied. Now I'm sittin here starin at
this plate of grits. Thinkin about goin put a bullet in that bitch. Maybe I should shoot everyone of them fellas. But
come to think of it son I really aint jelious. Matterfact let me thank yall for makin it clear. Hell fix me a patty melt
son pour me a beer. Now I'm scattered, smothered, and and happy to be free. To hell with cheap women yall heard it from me.

Meet me at the Waffle House. It's goin down. Just found out my ole ladys been messin around. Met me at the Waffle House.
Bring me my gun. Need someone to talk to before I hurt someone.

Meet me at the one off 28. My guns in the closet. Under my bad company tapes. And grab that moonshine sittin on the
freezer. Its gona easy the pain. The next time I see her.

Meet me at the Waffle House. It's goin down. Just found out my ole ladys been messin around. Met me at the Waffle House.
Bring me my gun. Need someone to talk to before I hurt someone.

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