Lyrics:

Mississippi phone booth
In the middle of the night
Bugs flying everywhere
Crazy in the gas station light

Heart pounding through my t-shirt
Pumping change in a call to you
Mississippi phone booth
Operator would you get me through

Flat black 84 Camaro
Run it up from New Orleans
Everything south of I-10
I just blew it all to smithereens

Now, I'm somewhere close to Jackson
I need Memphis on the line
Mississippi phone booth
Tell Jesus I'm outta dimes

Quart of vodka, eight-ball cocaine
Not enough to change my mind
Mississippi phone booth
Please don't hang up on me this time

Mississippi phone booth
Please don't hang up on me this time

Calling from a Mississippi phone booth
Please don't hang up on me this time

Mississippi phone booth