Don Henley - Waiting tables

^GShe grew up tall in a ^Dtimber town, ^C Where trees were not the only things that were ^Gfallin' down ^C The breezes through the pines were blowin' ^Embittersweet ^Am They blew the papers down the ^Ddead-end street ^G

^GShe married a boy as soon as she got ^Dout of school ^C But he turned out to be a ^Greckless fool ^C Gone are the days when she was ^Emworry-free ^Am Now she's a single mom; she's only ^Dtwenty-three

And she's ^Gwaiting tables, she's just ^Bm waiting tables ^C She's learned a lot about people - more than she ^Am ever wanted to^D know She's just ^Gwaiting tables, ^Bm waiting tables ^C Biding her time until there's ^Dsomewhere else to ^Ggo

When her ^Gworkin' day is done, she tallies ^Dup her tips And she sighs, "^CDear Lord above, there must be ^Gmore than this." Some^Cday she'll see this misery in her ^Em rear-view mirror But for to^Amday she'll find a way to get a-^Dlong right here

And she's ^Gwaiting tables, she's just ^Bm waiting tables ^C She's learned a lot about people - more than she ^Am ever wanted to^D know She's just ^Gwaiting tables, ^Bm waiting tables ^C Biding her time until there's ^Dsomewhere else to ^Ggo

^Bm9 One rainy night, a handsome ^Emman came in,^Bm9 Said he was bound for parts un-^Emknown ^Bm9 They talked and talked until the ^Cmoon went down,^Am But in the mornin' he was ^Cgone ^D

^GWaiting tables, she's just^Bm waiting tables,^C Another year or two and ^Amshe'll be movin' on She's just ^G waiting tables, ^Bm waiting tables, ^C Holding her own till somethin' ^Dbetter comes a-^Glong Waiting tables, she's just ^Bm waiting tables, ^C Biding her time till somethin' ^Dbetter comes a-^Glong