Bill Anderson – Waffle House Christmas (Guitar)

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Mama burned the turkey and daddy set the tree on fire.  The dog started barkin' the kid's started cryin'

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like an out of tune Christmas choir.  Sister grabbed the baby, Becky grabbed Bubba, and Bubba grabbed

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a six pack of beer.  We Headed for the motel, I guess Norman Rockwell won't be paintin' us this year.

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It's gonna be a good old fashioned Waffle House Christmas.  Twenty seven brand new friends all havin'

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dinner with us.   Joinin' our hands bowin' our head over grits and eggs and raisin bread.  Hash browns

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covered and smothered somebody please pass the butter.  Suzy don't hit your brother don't sass your

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mother.  Waffle House Christmas.

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Rachel said she heard reindeer on the restaurant roof.  Billy can't eat yet for starin' at the brunette

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over in the corner booth.  He want's to meet her somethin' awful won't even touch his waffle.  He want's

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her attention I know.  He wants to put her in his stockin' go jingle bell rockin' underneath the misletoe.

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Aint nothin' like a good old fashioned Waffle House Christmas.  Twenty seven brand new friends all

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havin' dinner with us.  Joinin' our hands bowin' our head over grits and eggs and raisin bread.

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Hash browns covered and smothered will somebody please pass the butter.  Suzy don't hit your brother

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don't sass your mother.  Waffle House Christmas.

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Mama kinda likes it cause she don't have to do the dishes.  It looks like we might have started a brand

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new holiday tradition accidently.

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Nothin' like a good old fashioned Waffle House Christmas.  Twenty seven brand new friends all

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havin' dinner with us.  Joinin' hands bowin' our head's over grits and eggs and raisin bread.  Everybody's

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in good cheer.  We're makin' it perfectly clear this was a good idea.  See you back next year.

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Waffle House Christmas.

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Everybody knows they never close.  Tweny four seven three sixty five.  Without 'em how would we

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ever survive?  Thank God for a Waffle House Christmas.