Please don't be mad at me for callin'
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I saw this phone and I had to dial
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We left so many things unspoken
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I thought we could talk for just a while
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Now I'm not sayin' you owe me anything
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My memories are my souvenirs
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Like all those cherry lipstick "love-you-baby"s
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You scribbled on faded motel mirrors
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Now, I'm Greyhound bound for anywhere
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I told the man, "The next bus'll do"
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They're callin' the Twelve-twenty for Tupelo
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Just one thing before I go
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Tell me, is he good to you
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I talked it over with Hadley
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He's still out there off of Highway 10
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If anybody could explain it
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I figured good old Hadley can
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His wrinkled hands upon the table
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He said, "I hate to break the news
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But sometimes there ain't no explaining"
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The things a woman'll put you through
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Now, I'm Greyhound bound for anywhere
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I told the man, "The next bus'll do"
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They're callin' the Twelve-twenty for Tupelo
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Just one thing before I go
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Tell me, is he good to you
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Well, should you ever think of me
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I'll let Hadley know where I'm stayin'
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In the meanwhile, I'll get over you
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Least that's what I'm prayin' for
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Now, I'm Greyhound bound for anywhere
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I told the man, "The next bus'll do"
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They're callin' the Twelve-twenty for Tupelo
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Just one thing before I go
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Tell me, is he good to you
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But just one thing before I go
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Tell me, is he good to you
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Greyhound Bound
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Joshua Kadison |