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.
Just one thing before I go.
Tell me, is he good to you