(G. Johnson)Well, she dialed a phone number
Well, she dialed a phone number
Well, she dialed a phone number
Written on tobacco handAnd her words come slowly
Well, the words come so slowly
Well, the words come so slowly
I didn't hear a one that she saidWhen she told me 'bout forever
When she told me 'bout forever
When she told me 'bout forever
Lord, it didn't last that longWell, she blamed it on her mother
Well, she blamed it on her mother
Well, she blamed it on her mother
Blamed it on tobacco handIt wouldn't help to say I'm sorry
It wouldn't help to say I'm sorry
It wouldn't help to say I'm sorry
Lordy, that she done done wrongI swear I know the story
Well, I swear I know the story
Well, I swear I know the story
Lordy, like tobacco hand
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