Pay Phone

Businessman come to own this town DEA started hanging around Fine cocaine, it covered every street For the next state counties, it'd come through me Church every Sunday, a God-fearing man Lord up above figured out my plan Man with two kids, and a third on the way's Supposed to get by punching eight hours every day Run through the mountains, and hide in the hills Packed the kids and the wife in the automobile Gas and the shop, and the matches on the pit Turned a 30-year mortgage into smoldering bits Some days I wanna tell the world But I can't tell a soul It wouldn't change a thing And it wouldn't bring you home My boys look up to their daddy with pride They take after me like I did mine Got her smile but they got my eyes Mouths like sailors and a fightin' side Some days I wanna tell the world But I can't tell a soul It wouldn't change a thing And it wouldn't bring you home 22 miles due southeast 'Neath the shadow of a 60-year-old oak tree My first love, sweet Savannah lies Cold and blue on the dirt and dust Can't raise my boys behind concrete From pay phone call twice a week Some days I wanna tell the world But I can't tell a soul It wouldn't change a thing And it wouldn't bring you home