Lyrics:
Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know
She is my baby and she lives next door
Every mornin' 'fore the sun comes up
She brings me coffee in my
call her on the telephone
Tell her that I'm all alone
By the time I count from one to four
I hear her on my door
In the evening when the sun goes
call her on the telephone
And tell her that I'm all alone
By the time I count from one to four
I hear her (knock, knock, knock, knock) on my door
if I call her on the telephone
And tell her that I'm all alone
By the time I count from one to four
I hear her on my door
In the evening when
One time I was in the checkout line
Behind Steven Seagal
Once I'm pretty sure Mr. Jonah Hill
Was in the very next bathroom stall
My best friend's
Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know
She is my baby and she lives next door
Every mornin' 'fore the sun comes up
She brings me coffee in my
dance, my darling?
Can I have this last dance with you?
These are the words that he told to the fellow next door
Mainstream, U.S.A.
I flipped that
Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know
She is my baby and she lives next door
Every mornin' 'fore the sun comes up
She brings me coffee in my
a shame that we die
When I was fifteen, naked, next-door neighbors did a drive-by
Pulled me up by my waist, long hair to the beach side
I wanted to go
thing you see now
You see now
Ooh, don't you leave me for the girl next door
Ooh, don't you leave me for the girl next door
Girl next door, girl
Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know
She is my baby and she lives next door
Every mornin' 'fore the sun comes up
She brings me coffee in my
on the telephone say her honey Jerry's all alone
By the time I count from one to four I hear her on my door
In the evening when the sun goes down when there ain't
call her on the telephone
And tell her that I'm all alone
By the time I count from one to four
I hear her (knock, knock, knock, knock) on my door
call her on the telephone
And tell her that I'm all alone
By the time I count from one to four
I hear her (knock, knock, knock, knock) on my door
Let me tell you bout a guy I know,
He's my baby and he lives next door
Every morning when the sun comes up,
He brings me coffee in my favorite cup
slammed my door and said
"You don't know what you're talkin' about"
Mama said I sang when the telephone rang
And she called out, "Honey, it's Ray"
And like
call her on the telephone
Tell her that I'm all alone
By the time I count from one to four
I hear her on my door
In the evening when the sun goes
And your sweet talking ain't enough
I know you're messing with at least two other guys
You fooled me a long time but the kid is gettin' wise, yeah I am!
of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut your telephone off, we ridin'
Where phones don't roam, they
on the telephone
Tell her that I'm all alone
By the time I count from one to four
I hear her on my door
In the evening when the sun goes down
When there ain't nobody
of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut your telephone off, we ridin'
Where phones don't roam, they
Words and music by Tom T. Hall
From Real - The Tom T. Hall Project
Originally by Tom T. Hall
Have you read any good telephone books lately?
If you
didn't know what to say
God dog sex death life and now I'm feeling old
These images were conjured up by talking on the telephone
I Saw an X-Ray
that miracles wake up next to
For too long, I didn't know what I had, but dang, these days I do
If I make it to Heaven, it'll be by a hair
But one
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