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Had 3 too many drinks like I used to do
I ended up at Waffle House a little past 2
The waitress said "what'll you have?" I said my coffee black
And call my wife and tell her that I ain't coming back
Smothered, covered, chunked and awful
Scattered, splattered
Baby won't you be my pecan waffle
Won't you be my biscuit tonight
Quarter past 3 and here I am again
This familiar booth is my only friend
I can't get his memory out of my head
Haven't talked since last year, I guess he's dead
Sitting in the same booth, it was almost 4
When a group of pretty girls walked in the door
I darted my eyes, I slipped off my ring
I pushed my waffle aside and I began to sing
Left waffle house it was half past five
I took my old truck for a drive
I found my love on the side of the road
I picked her up and she told me, I told you so