You say you were wrong to ever leave me alone
Now you’re sorry, you’re lonesome and scared
And you say you’d be happy if you could just come back home
Well, here’s a quarter, call someone who cares
Call me (call me) on the line,
Call me, call me any, anytime,
Call me (call me) I’ll arrive,
You can call me any day or night,
Call me.
I am a lineman for the county,
And I drive the main road,
Searchin’ in the sun for another overload.
I hear you singin’ in the wire,
I can hear you through the whine,
And the Wichita lineman is still on the line.
-“BB”-
Somewhere in Wichita some little girl
Who’s a freckled face nine or ten
Is doing her arithmetic homework tonight
With a sure hit songwriter’s pen.
And I say, God bless ya, honey
You got yourself a sure hit songwriter’s pen there
Write a song for me, baby.
You got a sure hit songwriter’s pen.
Send me some money.
You got a sure hit songwriter’s pen.
I write the songs that make the whole world sing,
I write the songs of love and special things,
I write the songs that make the young girls cry,
I write the songs, I write the songs.
They don’t know what they’re playing
They’ve no way of knowing what the game is
Still they carry on doing what they can
Outside me, yours politely, dear diary
It’s over; will tomorrow be the same?
I know that they’re really not to blame
If they weren’t so blind then surely they’d see
There’s a much better way for them to be
Inside me, yours truly, dear diary
Please, Mr. Postman,
Look and see
Is there a letter in your bag for me…
Dupe
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen
Give him the word that I’m not a rover
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over
I’ve been a wild rover for many’s the year,
And I’ve spent all me money on whiskey and beer.
But now I’m returning with gold in great store,
And I never will play the wild rover no more.
When I was a young man I had a good wife,
I had enough money to last me for life.
Then I met with a gal and we went on a spree,
She taught me to smoke and to drink straight whiskey.
Cigarettes, and whiskey, and wild, wild women,
They’ll drive you crazy, they’ll drive you insane.
Cigarettes, and whiskey, and wild, wild women,
They’ll drive you crazy, they’ll drive you insane.
-“BB”-
We’ll all meet back at the local saloon,
We’ll raise up our glasses against evil forces, singing
Whiskey for my men,
And beer for my horses…
A long time ago, way back in history,
When all they had to drink was nothing but cups of tea,
Along came a mane by the name of Charlie Mopps,
And he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops
Chorus:
He might have been an Admiral,
a Sultan or a King
And to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us: he’s filled us with cheer.
God bless Charlie Mopps, the man who invented beer beer beer tiddily beer beer beer
I like beer, it makes me a jolly good fellow
I like beer, it helps me unwind and sometimes it makes me feel mellow
(Makes him feel mellow)
Whiskey’s too rough, Champagne costs too much, vodka puts my mouth in gear
This little refrain should help me explain as a matter of fact I like beer
(He likes beer)
I was sittin’ in Miami pourin’ blended whiskey down,
When this old gray black gentleman was cleanin’ up the lounge.
There wasn’t anyone around ‘cept this old man and me,
The guy who ran the bar was watchin’ “Ironsides” on tv.
Uninvited, he sat down and opened up his mind,
On old dogs and children and watermelon wine.
Among the local taverns they’ll be a slack in business
‘Cause Jesse’s drinkin’ came before the groceries and the rent
Among the local women there’ll be a slack in cheatin’
‘Cause Jesse won’t be steppin’ out again
They baptized Jesse Taylor in Cedar Creek last Sunday
Jesus gained a soul and Satan lost a good right arm
They all cried, “Hallelujah” when Jesse’s head went under
'Cause this time he went under for the Lord
Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me
If I spring a leak, she mends me
I don’t have to speak, she defends me
A drunkard’s dream if I ever did see one
Darling, you send me,
I know you send me,
Darling, you send me,
Honest, you do, honest, you do,
Honest, you do, whoa…
Honesty is such a lonely word
Everyone is so untrue
Honesty is hardly ever heard
And mostly what I need from you
We’ll dress him up warmly, and
We’ll send him to school.
It’ll teach him how to fight,
To be nobody’s fool.
Oh, oh what a lonely boy…