Cory Branan - 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, eight 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

Written by:
Cory Branan

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