Telephone Road  - Steve Earle

    My brother Jimmy, my other brother Jack
    Went off down to Houston and they never come back
    Mama wasn't gonna let her baby go yet
    But there ain't nobody hirin' back in Lafayette

    Workin' all week for the Texaco check
    Sun beatin' down on the back of my neck
    Tried to save my money but Jimmy Says no
    Says he got a little honey on Telephone Road

    [Chorus]

    Come on, come on, come on, let's go
    This ain't Louisiana, your mama wont know
    Come on, come on, come on, let's go
    Everybody's rockin' out on Telephone Road

    Telephone Road is ten miles long
    (Come on, come on, come on let's go)
    Fifty car lots and a hundred honky-tonks
    (Come on, come on, come on)
    Jukebox blastin' and the beer bottles ring
    (Come on, come on, come on let's go)
    Jimmy bangin' on a pinball machine
    (Come on, come on, come on)

    [Repeat chorus]

    Mama never told me about nothin' like this
    I guess Houston's `bout as big as a city can get
    Sometimes I get lonesome for Lafayette
    (Come on, come on, come on let's go)
    Someday I'm goin' home, but I ain't ready yet
    (Come on, come on, come on)

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