Here we are, my friend. Once again I'm inclined to rhyme one time. So won't you lend me your ear? 'Cuz it's clear. That this here has no pain. If this song was the blues you'd be sheddin' a tear.
Hello?. Hey, is she home yet?. No, she's not home yet. All right, thanks. . Try to get you on the phone. But your mother says you're gone. And you ain't coming home.