Pay Phone Lyrics
Austin Meade Pay Phone
[Verse 1]
Business man come to own this town
DEA started hanging around
Fine cocaine, it covered every street
For the next state counties, it'd come through me
Church every Sunday, a God-fearing man
Lord up above figured out my plan
Man with two kids and a third on the way's
S'posed to get by punching eight hours every day
[Verse 2]
Run for the mountains and hide in the hills
Pack the kids and the wife in the automobile
Gas in the shop and the matches on the pit
Turn a thirty-year mortgage into smoldering bits
[Chorus]
Some days I wanna tell the world
But I can't tell a soul
It wouldn't change a thing
And it wouldn't bring you home
[Verse 3]
My boys look up to their daddy with pride
Take after me like I did mine
Got her smile but they got my eyes
Mouths like sailors and a fightin' side
[Chorus]
Some days I wanna tell the world
But I can't tell a soul
It wouldn't change a thing
And it wouldn't bring you home
[Verse 4]
Twenty-two miles due southeast
'Neath the shadow of a sixty-year-old oak tree
My first love sweet Savannah lies
Cold and blue on the dirt and dust
Can't raise my boys behind concrete
From a payphone call twice a week
[Chorus]
Some days I wanna tell the world
But I can't tell a soul
It wouldn't change a thing
And it wouldn't bring you home
Business man come to own this town
DEA started hanging around
Fine cocaine, it covered every street
For the next state counties, it'd come through me
Church every Sunday, a God-fearing man
Lord up above figured out my plan
Man with two kids and a third on the way's
S'posed to get by punching eight hours every day
[Verse 2]
Run for the mountains and hide in the hills
Pack the kids and the wife in the automobile
Gas in the shop and the matches on the pit
Turn a thirty-year mortgage into smoldering bits
[Chorus]
Some days I wanna tell the world
But I can't tell a soul
It wouldn't change a thing
And it wouldn't bring you home
[Verse 3]
My boys look up to their daddy with pride
Take after me like I did mine
Got her smile but they got my eyes
Mouths like sailors and a fightin' side
[Chorus]
Some days I wanna tell the world
But I can't tell a soul
It wouldn't change a thing
And it wouldn't bring you home
[Verse 4]
Twenty-two miles due southeast
'Neath the shadow of a sixty-year-old oak tree
My first love sweet Savannah lies
Cold and blue on the dirt and dust
Can't raise my boys behind concrete
From a payphone call twice a week
[Chorus]
Some days I wanna tell the world
But I can't tell a soul
It wouldn't change a thing
And it wouldn't bring you home
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