Pay Phone
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โฑ๏ธ 3:43 duration
๐ ID: 10142469
๐ Lyrics
Businessman come to own this town
DEA started hanging around
Fine cocaine, it covered every street
For the next state counties, it'd come through me
Church every Sunday, a God-fearing man
Lord up above figured out my plan
Man with two kids, and a third on the way's
Supposed to get by punching eight hours every day
Run through the mountains, and hide in the hills
Packed the kids and the wife in the automobile
Gas and the shop, and the matches on the pit
Turned a 30-year mortgage into smoldering bits
Some days I wanna tell the world
But I can't tell a soul
It wouldn't change a thing
And it wouldn't bring you home
My boys look up to their daddy with pride
They take after me like I did mine
Got her smile but they got my eyes
Mouths like sailors and a fightin' side
Some days I wanna tell the world
But I can't tell a soul
It wouldn't change a thing
And it wouldn't bring you home
22 miles due southeast
'Neath the shadow of a 60-year-old oak tree
My first love, sweet Savannah lies
Cold and blue on the dirt and dust
Can't raise my boys behind concrete
From pay phone call twice a week
Some days I wanna tell the world
But I can't tell a soul
It wouldn't change a thing
And it wouldn't bring you home
DEA started hanging around
Fine cocaine, it covered every street
For the next state counties, it'd come through me
Church every Sunday, a God-fearing man
Lord up above figured out my plan
Man with two kids, and a third on the way's
Supposed to get by punching eight hours every day
Run through the mountains, and hide in the hills
Packed the kids and the wife in the automobile
Gas and the shop, and the matches on the pit
Turned a 30-year mortgage into smoldering bits
Some days I wanna tell the world
But I can't tell a soul
It wouldn't change a thing
And it wouldn't bring you home
My boys look up to their daddy with pride
They take after me like I did mine
Got her smile but they got my eyes
Mouths like sailors and a fightin' side
Some days I wanna tell the world
But I can't tell a soul
It wouldn't change a thing
And it wouldn't bring you home
22 miles due southeast
'Neath the shadow of a 60-year-old oak tree
My first love, sweet Savannah lies
Cold and blue on the dirt and dust
Can't raise my boys behind concrete
From pay phone call twice a week
Some days I wanna tell the world
But I can't tell a soul
It wouldn't change a thing
And it wouldn't bring you home
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:23.00] Businessman come to own this town
[00:26.76] DEA started hanging around
[00:30.37] Fine cocaine, it covered every street
[00:34.01] For the next state counties, it'd come through me
[00:37.98] Church every Sunday, a God-fearing man
[00:41.85] Lord up above figured out my plan
[00:45.91] Man with two kids, and a third on the way's
[00:49.03] Supposed to get by punching eight hours every day
[00:53.19]
[00:59.41] Run through the mountains, and hide in the hills
[01:02.47] Packed the kids and the wife in the automobile
[01:06.69] Gas and the shop, and the matches on the pit
[01:10.29] Turned a 30-year mortgage into smoldering bits
[01:14.10] Some days I wanna tell the world
[01:19.62] But I can't tell a soul
[01:25.43] It wouldn't change a thing
[01:29.08] And it wouldn't bring you home
[01:31.89]
[01:38.85] My boys look up to their daddy with pride
[01:42.64] They take after me like I did mine
[01:46.50] Got her smile but they got my eyes
[01:50.39] Mouths like sailors and a fightin' side
[01:53.82] Some days I wanna tell the world
[01:59.88] But I can't tell a soul
[02:05.35] It wouldn't change a thing
[02:08.92] And it wouldn't bring you home
[02:11.79]
[02:26.71] 22 miles due southeast
[02:30.02] 'Neath the shadow of a 60-year-old oak tree
[02:34.50] My first love, sweet Savannah lies
[02:38.37] Cold and blue on the dirt and dust
[02:41.95] Can't raise my boys behind concrete
[02:45.44] From pay phone call twice a week
[02:49.21] Some days I wanna tell the world
[02:54.85] But I can't tell a soul
[03:00.60] It wouldn't change a thing
[03:04.28] And it wouldn't bring you home
[03:12.87]
[00:26.76] DEA started hanging around
[00:30.37] Fine cocaine, it covered every street
[00:34.01] For the next state counties, it'd come through me
[00:37.98] Church every Sunday, a God-fearing man
[00:41.85] Lord up above figured out my plan
[00:45.91] Man with two kids, and a third on the way's
[00:49.03] Supposed to get by punching eight hours every day
[00:53.19]
[00:59.41] Run through the mountains, and hide in the hills
[01:02.47] Packed the kids and the wife in the automobile
[01:06.69] Gas and the shop, and the matches on the pit
[01:10.29] Turned a 30-year mortgage into smoldering bits
[01:14.10] Some days I wanna tell the world
[01:19.62] But I can't tell a soul
[01:25.43] It wouldn't change a thing
[01:29.08] And it wouldn't bring you home
[01:31.89]
[01:38.85] My boys look up to their daddy with pride
[01:42.64] They take after me like I did mine
[01:46.50] Got her smile but they got my eyes
[01:50.39] Mouths like sailors and a fightin' side
[01:53.82] Some days I wanna tell the world
[01:59.88] But I can't tell a soul
[02:05.35] It wouldn't change a thing
[02:08.92] And it wouldn't bring you home
[02:11.79]
[02:26.71] 22 miles due southeast
[02:30.02] 'Neath the shadow of a 60-year-old oak tree
[02:34.50] My first love, sweet Savannah lies
[02:38.37] Cold and blue on the dirt and dust
[02:41.95] Can't raise my boys behind concrete
[02:45.44] From pay phone call twice a week
[02:49.21] Some days I wanna tell the world
[02:54.85] But I can't tell a soul
[03:00.60] It wouldn't change a thing
[03:04.28] And it wouldn't bring you home
[03:12.87]