Lyrics:

(G. Johnson)



Well, she dialed a phone number

Well, she dialed a phone number

Well, she dialed a phone number

Written on tobacco hand



And her words come slowly

Well, the words come so slowly

Well, the words come so slowly

I didn't hear a one that she said



When she told me 'bout forever

When she told me 'bout forever

When she told me 'bout forever

Lord, it didn't last that long



Well, she blamed it on her mother

Well, she blamed it on her mother

Well, she blamed it on her mother

Blamed it on tobacco hand



It 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 wrong



I swear I know the story

Well, I swear I know the story

Well, I swear I know the story

Lordy, like tobacco hand