(Sandy Knox/T.W. Hale)
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Back in 1876 an ol' boy named Bell
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Invented a contraption that we know so well
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By the 1950's they were in everybody's home
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As a crazy little thing they call the telephone
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Now there's one on every corner, in the back of every bar
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You can get one in your briefcase, on a plane or in your car
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So tell me why, haven't I heard from you
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Tell me why, haven't I heard from you
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I say now: Darlin', honey, what is your excuse
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Why haven't I heard from you
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Well there's no problem gettin' to me
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Baby you can dial direct
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I got call forwarding and call waiting
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You can even call collect
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The service man he told me that my phone is working fine
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And I've come to the conclusion trouble isn't with my line
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I'm sure the operator will be glad to put you thru
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So dial zero for assistance if this all confuses you
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So tell me why, haven't I heard from you
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Tell me why, haven't I heard from you
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I say now: Darlin', honey, what is your excuse
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Why haven't I heard from you
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There better been a flood, a landslide of mud
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A fire that burns up the wires
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And a thunder so loud with a black funnel cloud
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A natural disaster I know nothin' about
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So tell me why, haven't I heard from you
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Tell me why, haven't I heard from you
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I say now: Darlin', honey, what is your excuse
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Why haven't I heard from you
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So tell me why, haven't I heard from you
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Tell me why, haven't I heard from you
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I say now: Darlin', honey, what is your excuse
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Why haven't I heard from you
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Why Haven't I Heard From You
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| Reba McEntire |
