Tekster: Colt Ford. Waffle House.

(Verse 1)
See, me and my old lady, we?ve been fightin? a bunch
And I ain?t quite for sure, but I got me a hunch
Now, I know I?ve been drinkin?, but I?m
thinkin? kinda clear

This here?s the truth, and I ain?t leavin? this booth
Until I tell everybody exactly what she done
I done called my boy Sonny, told him ?bring my gun?
I?m tryin? to figure out exactly what went wrong

I?m workin? day light to dark to give her a nice home
I ain?t never been the type to ask for too much
Just a lil? 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 jus tryin? to make sense outta all this sh**
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 cheatin? woman?s gunna be the death of me

(Chorus)
Meet me at the Waffle house, it?s going down
Just found out my old lady?s been messin? around
Meet me at the Waffle house, and bring me my gun,
Need someone to talk to before I hurt someone


(Verse2)
Man, my whole world is upside down
I guess I?m bout to be the laughin? stock of the town
I heard from my cousin, it?s a dozen no more
And I found the sheriff?s badge on the bed-room floor

An ol? boy from church said he saw her with the preacher
40 miles from here at a bar drinkin? beer
She told me that she was havin? some lunch with her sister
I was home cleanin? up, wishin? I didn?t miss her
See, love will bring you home, but lies brought me here
Heard her and the town judge had been at for a year

I reckon you can?t make a WHORE a house wife
But I damn sure tried even when she lied
Now I?m sittin? here starin? at this plate of grits
Thinkin? about goin to put a bullet in that bit**

Maybe I should shoot every one of them fella?s
But come to think of it son, I really ain?t jealous
Matter fact, let me thank yall for makin? it clear
Hell, fix me a patty melt, Sonny, 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 so:

(Chorus)
Meet me at the Waffle house, it?s going down
Just found out my old lady?s been messin? around
Meet me at the Waffle house, and bring me my gun,
Need someone to talk to before I hurt someone

(Additional Chorus)
Meet me on the one off 28, my guns in the closet
Under the bed, and near the drapes, grab that moonshine sittin? on the freezer, it?s gunna ease the pain next time I seen her

(Chorus)
Meet me at the Waffle house, it?s going down
Just found out my old lady?s been messin? around
Meet me at the Waffle house, and bring me my gun,
Need someone to talk to before I hurt someone


(Thanks to Daniel for these lyrics)