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Working like a dog for no wage at all,
She said I’m going to make it, I ain’t going to fall.
She said it’s not easy being cheerful but she needs those tips,
Lot of people just enjoy giving waitress’s a hard time and a lot of lip.

She knows she has to smile, she’s got children to raise,
Working this dead end job with very little praise.
She said she wished she finished school, at least learned how to type,
I apologize she said seems all I ever do is gripe.

She said when I leave this job I don’t get much rest,
I’ve got to go home and cook and clean, Lord I’ve just got so much on my chest.
She said daycare is getting more expensive what with the rising price of gas,
And I can’t seem to satisfy my old boss, she’s always chewing on my --- !

She said I don’t know how I ever got myself into the situation I’m in,
She said Lord I’m calling out your name, I need you again.
She said my old man was a bum and I was glad to see him go,
Said he wouldn’t work or help take care of the kids, pure dee worthless you know!

She said mister why in the world you want to interview a waitress for anyway?
My goodness she said but it’s your dime, and I can sure use the extra pay.
Said there ain’t much more to tell except you spend the biggest part of your day on your feet.
And come time for the end of your shift you're pretty much beat.

Well I handed her a couple hundreds and said I appreciate the chat,
She looked at that money and said mister I sure wasn’t expecting any thing like that.
As she turned to walk away I slipped another hundred under my plate,
If you’ve got a little extra and you see someone who’s down share a little, it might change someone’s fate.

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