You used to love me a lot, you said that I was the best. Although you didn't agree with the way that I dressed. We were the business, oh what a team. Now our hillbilly heaven's turned into a bad, bad dream.
My answer machine is feelin' lonely and blue. Cause it ain't seen a message in an hour or two. And my fax machine has tears in it's eyes. Cause there ain't no words burnin' through it's wires.