George Jones Talkin Cell Phone Blues Lyrics - The Fine Print - Drive By Truckers

You were talkin' on that cell phone, driving your Mercedes way too fast 

All of the sudden there was this dial tone, you hit the pylons on the overpass 

And your whole life passed before you, from the old days and the honky-tonks 

To that last shot of vodka, and all them miles in between. 

George Jones, better leave that cell phone alone 

Don't be talkin' as you try to get back home 

If you don't change your ways my friend 

You'll be singing duets with Tammy again. 

Foot down heavy on the pedal, talking to your daughter in the car 

Next sound you heard was twisted metal, another dead genius country star 

Better get your shit together, everything's been torn in two 

Good thing your liver is made of leather, cause we'd all be born in the likes of you 

George Jones, better leave that cell phone alone 

Don't be talkin' as you try to get back home 

If you don't change your ways my friend 

You'll be singing duets with Tammy again. 

And I heard it on the news, he almost stopped loving her today 

Better stay on that riding lawn mower, if you're going to keep carrying on that weight. 

George Jones, better leave that cell phone alone 

Don't be talkin' as you try to get back home 

If you don't change your ways my friend. 

George Jones