(Kinky Friedman)
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From a cheap hotel in Dallas
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On a cold December day
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A telegram was traveling on its way
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LiKe a sad old song from somewhere
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In the distance of a dream
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Flashing ¡®cross the darkness
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On the telegraph machine.
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It said, ¡°From Billy,¡± at the bottom, ¡°To Baby,¡± at the top
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Western Union Wire ? ¡°Please help me¡± ? stop.
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Western Union Wire ? ¡°Don¡¯t leave me.¡± ? stop.
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Well, the taxicab it took her
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To the airport in the dawn,
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She knew in just an hour she¡¯d be gone.
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She was standing near the platform
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¡®Bout to board the big Pan Am
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When someone came
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And put the lonely message in her hand.
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It said, ¡°From Billy,¡± at the bottom, ¡°To Baby,¡± at the top
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Western Union Wire ? ¡°Please help me¡± ? stop.
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Western Union Wire ? ¡°Don¡¯t leave me.¡± ? stop.
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Headin¡¯ high above Chicago
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Just a-reachin¡¯ for the skies
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She found herself with teardrops in her eyes.
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And a little boy beside her asked her,
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¡°Mama, where is Pop ?¡±
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And she just broke down a-cryin¡¯
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¡®Cause she knew she couldn¡¯t stop.
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It said, ¡°From Billy,¡± at the bottom, ¡°To Baby,¡± at the top
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Western Union Wire ? ¡°Don¡¯t leave me.¡± ? stop.
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¡°Ah, you said you¡¯d always love me ? how could you ?¡± ? stop,
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¡°In pieces on the runway ? I love you.¡± ? stop.
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Western Union Wire
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| Kinky Friedman |
