I remember the phone every evening. Ringing till it fell off the wall. Seemed like every single guy in town. Was looking for a buddy to call. . It was a honky tonk convention.
Well, operator, operator, help me please. We get a war goin' on, we can't get no peace. We're either screamin' on the telephone yellin' in the yard. About a whole lotta nothin' and it's gone too far.