She’s workin’ at the Waffle House off Exit 95
She’ll serve you up a triple scrambled with hashbrowns on the side
She’ll listen to your troubles though her life’s a major wreck
So she deserves a great big tip ‘n’ a measure of respect
Lord she’s just payin’, payin’ down her dues
She’s got those scattered, smothered covered
Workin’ at the Waffle House Blues

He left her flat in Memphis; Lord she’s had it mighty rough,
And there’s a blue-eyed baby somewhere that’s missin’ Mama’s love
She’s never given up, and she does the best she can
She’s just a victim of the system and a no-good cheatin’ man
She ain’t got nothin’ ,nothin’ left to lose
But those scattered, smothered covered
Workin’ at the Waffle House Blues.

Her lower back is achin’, and her feet hurt somethin’ fierce
But she still believes in moonlight and the power of a kiss
She’s prayin’ love will find her but he’s takin’ his sweet time.
Now she’s just pourin’ coffee and countin’ up those dimes
It’s no news she wants to lose
Those scattered, smothered covered
Workin’ at the Waffle House Blues.

(Bridge)
She’s been through the school of hard knocks
Fought her way through detox,
She knows life ain’t over easy
That graveyard shift’s a mess ‘n’ greasy
The place is empty ‘n’ it’s time to rock
She puts a dollar in that jukebox.
It’s 3 AM and watch her sway,
She’s gonna dance those blues away…

She’ll serve you up a burger and a piece of chocolate pie
But she’s lookin’ for a way to get a great big slice of life
She may not be an Einstein, but she’s nobody’s fool,
She’s mailed that application; Lord, she’s goin’ back to school!
And she’s lookin’, lookin’ Lord to lose
Those scattered, smothered covered
Workin’ at the Waffle House Blues.

‘Cause she’s no cat afraidy….
Just one underrated lady….
And she’s lookin’, lookin’ Lord to lose
Those scattered, smothered covered
Workin’ at the Waffle House Blues.


Jerre R Haskew & Barbara S Haskew
Copyright@2006, Fiery Gizzard Music, LLC