Scotty McCreery — 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
Then I 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, yeah
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
And 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, oh
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»
Staring 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, oh yeah
He ain’t talking to himself
He’s talking to Heaven
To Heaven
He ain’t talking to himself