The Waiter Scotty McCreery

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
And 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
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
Then I turn and walk away
And just let him be