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• Artiste: Scotty McCreery
• Titre: The Waiter
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I set that table up for two In the same old corner booth I could set my watch down to the second He walks through the door It’s that same bottle of red That same old how ya been I fill two glasses up just like I’ve done A thousand times before And let him be Everybody says he’s crazy That old man done lost his mind But he ain’t missed a date with her since 1959 Sometimes he laughs sometimes he cries He’ll sit there every Friday night just reminiscing But he ain’t talking to himself He’s talking to heaven To heaven Well he orders for them both Then he reaches in his coat He pulls out a faded polaroid Same table, their first date Yeah he always shows it to me And says ain’t she a beauty I smile and nod my head Then I turn and walk away And just let him be Everybody says he’s crazy That old man done lost his mind But he ain’t missed a date with her since 1959 Sometimes he laughs sometimes he cries He’ll sit there every Friday night just reminiscing But he ain’t talking to himself He’s talking to heaven To heaven Oh he reaches for his wallet As I clear off the coffee He looks across the table with a tear and a smile He says babe I’ll see you later And yes I tipped the waiter Starring at an empty booth He says I love you too Everybody says he’s crazy That old man done lost his mind But he ain’t missed a date with her since 1959 Sometimes he laughs sometimes he cries He’ll sit there every Friday night just reminiscing But he ain’t talking to himself He’s talking to heaven To heaven No he ain’t talking to himself