Please don't be mad at me for callin'

I saw this phone and I had to dial

We left so many things unspoken

I thought we could talk for just a while



Now I'm not sayin' you owe me anything

My memories are my souvenirs

Like all those cherry lipstick "love-you-baby"s

You scribbled on faded motel mirrors



Now, I'm Greyhound bound for anywhere

I told the man, "The next bus'll do"

They're callin' the Twelve-twenty for Tupelo

Just one thing before I go

Tell me, is he good to you



I talked it over with Hadley

He's still out there off of Highway 10

If anybody could explain it

I figured good old Hadley can

His wrinkled hands upon the table

He said, "I hate to break the news

But sometimes there ain't no explaining"

The things a woman'll put you through



Now, I'm Greyhound bound for anywhere

I told the man, "The next bus'll do"

They're callin' the Twelve-twenty for Tupelo

Just one thing before I go

Tell me, is he good to you



Well, should you ever think of me

I'll let Hadley know where I'm stayin'

In the meanwhile, I'll get over you

Least that's what I'm prayin' for



Now, I'm Greyhound bound for anywhere

I told the man, "The next bus'll do"

They're callin' the Twelve-twenty for Tupelo

Just one thing before I go

Tell me, is he good to you

But just one thing before I go

Tell me, is he good to you