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Don’t bother calling up my telephone
We both know how this night ends
Just shut the light and put a record on
It won’t be long 'til I make dark your trap house door again
And stroll in with those rings around my eyes
How I do declare darlin’ you’re a sight
Shake off just a little of the cold
You know I never meant to grow so old

I’m a first place loser, last place friend
Roadhouse preacher 'til stage lights dim
And turn me out into the dark again
Don’t worry if I don’t call
All these part time lovers and full time fools
Got me singing the deadman’s blues
Fumblin’ around without a thing to lose
Like I don’t want it all
Hey, I don’t want it all

There ain’t no sense in feeling like I do
When all I want's at odds with wanting you
Girl, I never meant to go so far
And make a dagger from your tears and broken heart
It’s the perfect tool to tear myself apart

I’m a first place loser, last place friend
Roadhouse preacher 'til stage lights dim
And turn me out into the dark again
Don’t worry if I don’t call
All these part time lovers and full time fools
Got me singing the deadman’s blues
Fumblin’ around without a thing to lose
Like I don’t want it all
Hell, I don’t want it all

I’m a first place loser, last place friend
Roadhouse preacher 'til stage lights dim
And turn me out into the dark again
Don’t worry if I don’t call
All these part time lovers and full time fools
Got me singing the deadman’s blues
Fumblin’ around without a thing to lose
Like I don’t want it all
Hell, I don’t want it all

Don’t bother calling up my telephone
We both know how this night ends

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