Lyrics:

The telephone's ringin' and it's three a.m. and I know just who's callin'
From the same old spot and you're about half shot almost to the point of crawlin'
Why is it everytime we have a little fuss you take your wounded pride
And you head right straight for a bar and a bottle and try your best to crawl inside
Please stay there till I get there and we'll work it out together
We'll take a little walk and have a little talk and you'll feel a whole lot better
[ harmonica - steel ]
Just when I wonder if you're really worth the trouble that you put me through
Then you roll them baby blue eyes at me and jump like a kangaroo
Stay there till I get there...
[ banjo ]
Well I thought about leavin' you many times and I've even packed my bags a few
Then the telephone rings and I can't do a thing but run right straight to you
Baby stay there till I get there...
Please stay there till I get there...