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