Telephone Road (feat. The Fairfield Four)

My brother Jimmy My other brother Jack Went off down to Houston And they never come back My mama wasn't gonna let her baby go yet now But there ain't nobody hirin' back in Lafayette I'm workin' all week for the Texaco check As sun beatin' down on the back of my neck I tried to save my money but Jimmy says no Says he's got a little honey out on Telephone Road Come on, come on Come on let's go This ain't Louisiana Your mama won't know Come on, come on Come on let's go Here everybody's rockin' Out on Telephone Road Telephone Road is ten miles long Fifty car lots and a hun-hundred honky-tonks Jukebox blastin' and the beer bottles ring And Jimmy banging on a pinball machine Well come on, come on Come on let's go Well this ain't Louisiana Your mama won't know Come on, come on Come on let's go Here everybody's rockin' Out on Telephone Road My mama never told me About nothin' like this Now I guess Houston's 'bout as big As a city can get Sometimes I get a lonesome for Lafayette Someday I'm goin' home But I ain't ready yet Well come on, come on Come on let's go Well this ain't Louisiana Your mama won't know Come on, come on Come on let's go Here everybody's rockin' Out on Telephone Road Come on, come on Come on let's go Well this ain't Louisiana Your mama won't know Come on, come on Come on let's go Here everybody's rockin' Out on Telephone Road