Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Reba McEntire
Reba McEntire
Vocals
Faith Hill
Faith Hill
Vocals
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Tom Bukovac
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
John Jarvis
John Jarvis
Piano
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Steel Guitar
Aubrey Haynie
Aubrey Haynie
Mandolin
Greg Morrow
Greg Morrow
Drums
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Jimmy Nichols
Jimmy Nichols
Hammond Organ
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tommy Harden
Tommy Harden
Songwriter
Lorrie Harden
Lorrie Harden
Songwriter
Don Rollins
Don Rollins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Reba McEntire
Reba McEntire
Producer
Tony Brown
Tony Brown
Producer
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Producer
Adam Ayan
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
Chuck Ainlay
Chuck Ainlay
Mixing Engineer
Jim Cooley
Jim Cooley
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Derek Bason
Derek Bason
Recording Engineer
Mark Hagen
Mark Hagen
Recording Engineer
Ben Fowler
Ben Fowler
Recording Engineer
Todd Tidwell
Todd Tidwell
Assistant Recording Engineer
Seth Morton
Seth Morton
Assistant Recording Engineer
David Bryant
David Bryant
Assistant Recording Engineer
Brian David Willis
Brian David Willis
Editing Engineer
Dan Huff
Dan Huff
Producer
Richard Davis
Richard Davis
Editing Engineer
Tony Castle
Tony Castle
Editing Engineer

Lyrics

I knew who he was
When I took his name
But somehow knowin'
Is just not the same late at night
He knows the danger
But he does what he does
He calls it duty
But I call it love
So here I am
While he's gone
To some foreign land
And I cry
'Cause I'm all alone
And the nights get so cold and long
And I try not to think he won't come home
But I'm sleeping with the telephone
The yellow ribbon on my neighbor's gate
Always reminds me that someone's awake
Just like me
I hear the sirens
And I watch the news
He laughs and leaves with his gun
And his blue uniform
And I pray God keeps him safe from harm
And I cry
'Cause I'm all alone
And the nights get so cold and long
And I try not to think he won't come home
But I'm sleeping with the telephone
I loose him in my darkest dreams
And my blood runs cold and my heart skips a beat
So I get up, I can't take anymore
Sometimes I hate how much I love him
But everyday I love him more
And I try not to think he won't come home
But I'm sleeping with the telephone
Something awakes me from where he should be
I reach for him, the telephone rings
Written by: Don Rollins, Lorrie Harden, Tommy Harden
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