The Prettiest Waitress in Memphis

Well, there is only one reason I stop in this place
Let me stress that it ain’t the cuisine
The eggs are all runny, the hash-browns smell funny and the coffee taste like
gasoline
But there goes the one thing that I’ve been looking forward to for the last 600
miles
In a slow motion pan, 8 beers in each hand
What’s here of heaven in her smile
She’s the prettiest waitress in Memphis and I think she’s flirting with me
Readin' them specials — extra special, slipped her finger into my sweet tea
O' but a small stack of singles from a hard double-shift will do terrible
things to a smile
And the prettiest waitress in Memphis knows she’s only that way for a while
Well somehow she remembered my name though it’s been several months since I
passed through this way
She said she’s lived here all her twenty three years I said I’d be here for a
day
Ordered the pecan pie and in the wink of eye I got a slice as big as my head
And her name and her number on a sweet-n-low package is the best poem that I’ve
ever read
She is the prettiest waitress in Memphis and I know she’s flirting with me
Readin' them specials — extra special, slipped her finger into my sweet tea
O' but a small stack of singles from a hard double-shift will do terrible
things to a smile
And the prettiest waitress in Memphis knows she’s only that way for a while
Well the prettiest waitress in Memphis, she spilled her heart all over me
And the way she was right as I held her that night 'n she said
«This'll all change eventually.»
Cause she ain’t the prettiest waitress in Memphis no more
But it’s not what you’re thinking- you see
The prettiest waitress in Memphis just quit
And she’s leavin' Memphis with me
Now, the prettiest ex-waitress in all of Memphis is leaving Memphis with me