Pay Phone

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
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 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
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 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
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 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