Divorce And The American South

Standard Tuning, Capo on 4 Hey, Dianne Could you pick Up The phone? I know that you're listening. Baby I know that you're home And I know where i went wrong. Don't you leave me alone. Could you pick up the phone? I'm lost at a truck stop somewhere in the south. I don't know where i'm going, but I'm figuring it out. I locked myself in this phone booth, read you the number aloud. Now, I'm waiting it out. If I lay here long enough, maybe the bugs will eat me whole. If I stay here long enough maybe the night could take me home. I won't let go, even if you say so. No, I won't let go. Hey, Dianne, I've been trying to quit. I went from a pack and a half a day to this e-cigarette bullshit It don't give me what I want but it stops them coughing fits. Oh, I know how you hate it. Hey, Dianne I know I fucked up. It's just when we lost the baby, I kind of shut off. And I know I never listened. I wasn't there for you enough. I'm a fuck up. If I lay here long enough, maybe the bugs will eat me whole. If I stay here long enough maybe the night would take me home. I won't let go, even if you say so. No, I won't let go. I had a dream, that I, I flew back north. And the plane went down, before we hit new york. You didn't come to the funeral. You didn't come to the funeral. I hope you'd come to the funeral. I hope you'd come to the funeral. Hey Dianne.