About The Song
In the realm of country music, where tales of life, love, and longing intertwine with the twang of a guitar, Scotty McCreery emerges as a storyteller of exceptional caliber. With a voice that exudes both youthful exuberance and a depth of emotion that belies his years, McCreery has captured the hearts of millions. His songs, like finely crafted narratives, paint vivid pictures of everyday life, often imbued with a touch of nostalgia that resonates deeply with those who have lived through life’s joys and sorrows.
“The Waiter” is a testament to McCreery’s ability to weave a compelling narrative within the framework of a country ballad. The song tells the story of a man who, while working as a waiter, observes the lives of his patrons, their hopes, dreams, and heartaches. Through his keen observations, the waiter becomes a silent confidant, a witness to the human drama unfolding before him.
The lyrics of “The Waiter” are a masterful blend of simplicity and profoundness. McCreery’s delivery is sincere, his voice conveying the waiter’s empathy and understanding. The melody is both soothing and memorable, carrying the listener along on a journey through the waiter’s world.
What sets “The Waiter” apart is its ability to evoke a sense of connection and shared experience. The song reminds us that we are all, in a way, waiters in our own lives, observing the world around us, witnessing the joys and struggles of others. It’s a poignant reminder of the human connection that binds us all.
Scotty McCreery’s “The Waiter” is more than just a song; it’s a reflection on life, love, and the human condition. It’s a song that will stay with you long after the last note has faded, prompting you to ponder the stories unfolding around you, the stories of the people you encounter, the stories that make up the tapestry of life.
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I set that table up for twoIn the same old corner boothI could set my watch down to the secondHe walks through the doorIt’s that same bottle of redThat same old “How ya been?”I fill two glasses up just like I’ve doneA thousand times beforeThen I let him beEverybody says he’s crazyThat old man done lost his mindBut he ain’t missed a date with her since 1959Sometimes he laughs, sometimes he criesHe’ll sit there every Friday night just reminiscin’But he ain’t talkin’ to himselfHe’s talkin’ to HeavenTo heavenWell, he orders for them bothThen he reaches in his coatHe pulls out a faded polaroidSame table, their first dateYeah, he always shows it to meAnd says, “Ain’t she a beauty?”I smile and nod my headThen I turn and walk awayAnd just let him beEverybody says he’s crazyThat old man done lost his mindBut he ain’t missed a date with her since 1959Sometimes he laughs, sometimes he criesHe’ll sit there every Friday night just reminiscin’But he ain’t talkin’ to himselfHe’s talkin’ to HeavenTo HeavenOh, he reaches for his walletAs I clear off the coffeeHe looks across the table with a tear and a smileHe says, “Babe, I’ll see you later”And yes, I tipped the waiter”Starrin’ at an empty boothHe says, “I love you, too”Everybody says he’s crazyThat old man done lost his mindBut he ain’t missed a date with her since 1959Sometimes he laughs, sometimes he criesHe’ll sit there every Friday night just reminiscin’, ooh yeahHe ain’t talkin’ to himselfBut he’s talkin’ to HeavenTo HeavenHe ain’t talkin’ to himself