Lyrics:
Written by John Barlow/Delbert McClinton 1990
I found her number, and the note she wrote
Deep in the pocket, of a real old coat
It just got by me
Gotta step it up and go-Yeah, go.
Can't stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
Tell my woman I'll see her at home,
Ain't no lovin' since she
'Cause no one comes to call on him
And his phone it never rings
He wanders through his empty home
Surrounded by his things
And silently I say a little
’s a Wonderful Life”
Ooh think you might like it
Oh baby I can’t lie
So many gonna call by
You’re coming home tonight
Your momma sings sweetly
Do you hear
[Chorus:]
I'm just fighting temptation (yeah)
Gotta get more control (control, yeah)
Yet it's very tempting when you ask to take me home (home)
You know
of farmin'
So he slipped away one night 'neath the harvest moon
His neck was red as Alabama clay
But the city's call pulled him away
He's got
the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home
But it was only fantasy
The wall was too high
As you can see
No matter how he tried
He could not break free
are on but there's no one home
Tick tick tock it's a quarter to two
And I'm done, I'm hanging up on you
I can't keep on waiting for you
I know
Knocked down by some clown when child support knocked
No he's not around, now how that sound to ya, jot it down
I bring it through the ghetto without
mind is indifferent
Hey - I'm so weak, won't somebody shut off that light?
Electricity runs through the video
And I watch it from this hole I call
of a telephone
Wondering when the call comes
Where you say it's alright
You got your heart right
Maybe I'll sleep inside my coat and
Wait on the porch 'til
blue
And I spend my time
Just a-thinkin` of you
Well I sit here at home
By my telephone
Hopin` you`ll change your mind
Well it`s you I dream
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Five drinks in on Friday night
We only came to dry your eyes
And get you out of your room
Now this bar has closed its doors
I
started runnin' it with you
Life was slowly passing by, till I had you by my side
I thought my days on the road were through
Till I started runnin' it
the small of your back
Yeah I know if I call in sick today
Boss man will have a heart attack
Yeah I knew it was over when she rolled over
And said baby
likes you when you're twenty-three
And are still more amused by prank phone calls
What the hell is call ID?
My friends say I should act my age
What's
life, it's done
Another race I'm glad I got to run - Another chapter of my life, it's over
No, I'm never gonna feel like that again - Time's rushin' by me
Lord, in a bourgeois town
It's a bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues
Gonna spread the news all around
Home of the brave, land of the free
(hey)
Coming up caribee such a freedom
Derives from a meditative state
Movin' on, believe that's it, call it magic
Third world, it is, i only guessed
I got a call the other day
It was my sister Carolyn, saying
"Aretha, come by when you can
I've got something that I wanna say"
And when I got
Lord, in a bourgeois town
It's a bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues
Gonna spread the news all around
Home of the brave, land of the free
You know I hate sleeping alone
But you said that you would soon be home
But baby, that was a long time ago
I'm not feeling it, I'm not feelin'
no (pause)
Mousebender: Well let's keep it simple
How about Cheddar? Wensleydale: Well
I'm afraid we don't get much call
For it around these parts
gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home (a-flick-a my Bic, even!)
If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home (I'd love to play in your tidy
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