| She grew up tall in a timber town
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| But trees were not the only things that was falling down
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| Breezes thru the pines was blowing bittersweet
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| They blew the papers down the dead end street
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| She married a boy, soon as she got out of school
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| But he turned out to be a reckless fool
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| And gone are the days, when she was worry free
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| Now she’s a single mom, she’s only twenty-three
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| And she’s waiting tables, she’s just waiting tables
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| She’s learned a lot about people
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| More than she ever wanted to know
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| She’s just waiting tables, waiting tables
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| Biding her time until there’s somewhere else to go
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| Well her working day is done, she tallies up her tips
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| She sighs, dear Lord above there must be more than this
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| Some-day she’ll see this misery in her rear view mirror
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| But for today she’ll find a way to get along right here
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| And she’s waiting tables, she’s just waiting tables
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| She’s learned a lot about people
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| More than she ever wanted to know
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| She’s just waiting tables, waiting tables
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| Biding her time until there’s somewhere else to go
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| One rainy night a handsome man came in
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| Said he was bound for parts unknown
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| They talked and talked, until the moon went down
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| But in the morning he was gone
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| Waiting tables, she’s just waiting tables
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| Another year or two, she’ll be moving on
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| She’s just waiting tables, waiting tables
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| Holding her own until something better comes along
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| Waiting tables, she’s just waiting tables
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| Biding her time until something better comes along |