Waffle House Songtext
von Jolie Holliday
Waffle House Songtext
She got her coat
And her own silver toned guitar
Pulled back her hair
Said a little prayer
Over her old car
Daddy don′t worry
Mama don't cry
She laid on the horn
As she crossed the state line
400 horses running into the sun
Ready or not world here I come
I′m gonna take my chances
Leaving Kansas and a lemon
I'll be sucking cherry slurppies
Living on Seven Eleven
Driving in the raindrops
With a rag top that do go up no more
Let's drive back home
But I say let it pour
I got the open road
My radio, my friend Ram McNally
Soaked to the bone
But hey the man in the moon is winking at me
Don′t know where I′m going
But I'll know I′ll know it
When I get there
Until I'll get there
There′s gotta be a Waffle House
Round here somewhere
A little pit stop
At a truck stop
Paid cash for gas
And some reeces pieces
She passed a church on the side of the road
With a sign that said remember old Jesus
But mama and daddy
Miss me back home
She thought of calling
But her phone was on a roll
I can't turn back
I′m all in
It's $100 bet my brother ain't gonna win
I′m gonna take my chance
Leaving Kansas and a lemon
I′ll be sucking cherry slurppies
Living on Seven Eleven
Driving in the raindrops
With a rag top that don't go up no more
Let′s drive back home
But I say let it pour
I got the open road
My radio, my friend Ram McNally
Soaked to the bone
But the man in the moon is winking at me
I don't know where I′m going
But I know I'll know it
When I get there
Until I get there
There′s gotta be a Waffle House
Round here somewhere
The sun is coming up
Before she knows
The a preacher on her pull pit
On her AM radio
Saying you can't plow a field
Turn it over and your mine
This ain't no dress rehearsal
This is real life
I′m gonna take my chances
Leaving Kansas and a Lemon
I′ll be sucking Cherry slurppies
Living on Seven Eleven
Driving in the raindrops
With a rag top that don't go up no more
Let′s drive back home
But I say let it pour
I've got the open road
My radio, my friend Ram McNally
Soaked to the bone
But the man in the moon is winking at me
I don′t know where I'm going
But I′ll know I know it when I get there
Until I get there
There's gotta be a Waffle House
Gotta be a Waffle House
Gotta be a Waffle House
Round here somewhere
And her own silver toned guitar
Pulled back her hair
Said a little prayer
Over her old car
Daddy don′t worry
Mama don't cry
She laid on the horn
As she crossed the state line
400 horses running into the sun
Ready or not world here I come
I′m gonna take my chances
Leaving Kansas and a lemon
I'll be sucking cherry slurppies
Living on Seven Eleven
Driving in the raindrops
With a rag top that do go up no more
Let's drive back home
But I say let it pour
I got the open road
My radio, my friend Ram McNally
Soaked to the bone
But hey the man in the moon is winking at me
Don′t know where I′m going
But I'll know I′ll know it
When I get there
Until I'll get there
There′s gotta be a Waffle House
Round here somewhere
A little pit stop
At a truck stop
Paid cash for gas
And some reeces pieces
She passed a church on the side of the road
With a sign that said remember old Jesus
But mama and daddy
Miss me back home
She thought of calling
But her phone was on a roll
I can't turn back
I′m all in
It's $100 bet my brother ain't gonna win
I′m gonna take my chance
Leaving Kansas and a lemon
I′ll be sucking cherry slurppies
Living on Seven Eleven
Driving in the raindrops
With a rag top that don't go up no more
Let′s drive back home
But I say let it pour
I got the open road
My radio, my friend Ram McNally
Soaked to the bone
But the man in the moon is winking at me
I don't know where I′m going
But I know I'll know it
When I get there
Until I get there
There′s gotta be a Waffle House
Round here somewhere
The sun is coming up
Before she knows
The a preacher on her pull pit
On her AM radio
Saying you can't plow a field
Turn it over and your mine
This ain't no dress rehearsal
This is real life
I′m gonna take my chances
Leaving Kansas and a Lemon
I′ll be sucking Cherry slurppies
Living on Seven Eleven
Driving in the raindrops
With a rag top that don't go up no more
Let′s drive back home
But I say let it pour
I've got the open road
My radio, my friend Ram McNally
Soaked to the bone
But the man in the moon is winking at me
I don′t know where I'm going
But I′ll know I know it when I get there
Until I get there
There's gotta be a Waffle House
Gotta be a Waffle House
Gotta be a Waffle House
Round here somewhere
Writer(s): James Slater, Bobby Olen Pinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com