This song finds a man sitting on a bench, minding his own business, when an old man comes along and automatically assumes that the younger man is “waitin’ on a woman.” So, when this is confirmed, the older man launches into a monologue about all of the times he has had to wait on his woman. This speech, however, is not without a point. He isn’t complaining, because he doesn’t mind. In fact, he concludes: “I’ve read somewhere statistics show/The man’s always the first to go/And that makes sense ’cause I know she won’t be ready/So when it finally comes my time/And I get to the other side/I’ll find myself a bench, if they’ve got any/I hope she takes her time, ’cause I don’t mind/Waitin’ on a woman.”
While this song, with its admittedly sluggish melody, is built on the stereotype that a woman is always late, there is a sweetness about the sentiment’s presentation that rescues it. Since the older man’s first date with his wife was presumably in 1952, one can assume that this man is in his 70s. Therefore, the wry stories told by the man aptly capture the way that men of my grandfather’s generation, though somewhat patronizing, affectionately talked of their wives.
Written by Don Sampson & Wynn Varble
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