I found a number in the note she wrote,
Deep in the pocket of a real old coat,
It just got by me some way,
I musta had a real bad day.
She said she was all moved in,
And her apartment sure looked fine,
Suggested I come by an see her some time.
She said "I'll fix ya this one new, and I'll turn 'em on for you".
Whewhhh
She said "I get home - at a quarter ot six, an 'er ah,
I'll be waiting for your call".
"Honey, I'll fix ya something - I'm sure you're gonna love,
But we don't have - we don't have to eat it all."
Ahhhhh
That's one of the problems, of life out here on the road,
Li'l notes like this ain't got no area code.
I don't know what to say? I'm havina REAL bad day!
Writer(s): John Jarvis, Delbert Mcclinton
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