Lyrics:

Seventeen years in a telephone booth
Waiting on the loan of a dime
Somebody must have took the big yellow book
With the number that you call for time
I don't care if the ride gets rough
Don't mind leaving the road
Walked 40 miles just to see you smile
Love to help you carry your load
Love to help you carry your load
Some you win, some you lose,
Some you gotta leave behind
Some are gonna bring you happiness,
Some will give you trouble in mind
Heaven knows you're troubled
Been blue since the day you were born
Worn out man in second hand
Everything that you ever did own
Somewhere there is someone
Looking for a girl like you
Sunny days chase away
All of your childhood blues
All of your childhood blues
Some you win, some you lose,
Some you gotta leave behind
Some are gonna bring you happiness,
Some will give you trouble in mind
Seventeen years in a telephone booth
Waiting on the loan of a dime
Somebody must have took the big yellow book
With the number that you call for time
I don't care if the ride gets rough
Don't mind leaving the road
Walked 40 miles just to see you smile
Love to help you carry your load
Love to help you carry your load (repeat until end)