Telephone Booth Songtext
von Hoyt Axton

Seventeen years in a telephone booth
Waiting on the loan of a dime
Somebody must have took the big yellow book
With the number that you call for time

I don′t care if the ride gets rough
Don't mind leaving the road
Walked 40 miles just to see you smile
Love to help you carry your load
Love to help you carry your load

Some you win, some you lose,
some you gotta leave behind
Some are gonna bring you happiness,
Some will give you trouble in mind

Heaven knows you′re troubled
Been blue since the day you were born
Worn out man in second hand
Everything that you ever did own


Somewhere there is someone
looking for a girl like you
Sunny days chase away
All of your childhood blues
All of your childhood blues

Some you win, some you lose,
Some you gotta leave behind
Some are gonna bring you happiness,
Some will give you trouble in mind

Seventeen years in a telephone booth
Waiting on the loan of a dime
Somebody must have took the big yellow book
With the number that you call for time

I don't care if the ride gets rough
Don't mind leaving the road
Walked 40 miles just to see you smile
Love to help you carry your load

Love to help you carry your load (repeat until end)