Please don't be mad at me for callin'
I saw this phone and I had to dial
We left so many things unspoken,
thought we could talk for just a while

Now I'm not sayin' you own me anything
My memories are my souvenirs,
like all those cherry lipstick "love-you-baby"s
you scribbled on faded motel mirrors

Now, I'm Greyhound bound for anywhere
I told the man, "The next bus'll do"
They're callin' the Twelve-twenty for Tupelo
Just one thing before I go
Tell me, is he good to you?

I talked it over with Hadley
He's still out there off of Highway 10
If anybody could explain it
I figured good old Hadley can
His wrinkled hands upon the table
He said, "I hate to break the news,
but sometimes there ain't no explainin'
the things a woman'll put you through

"Now, I'm Greyhound bound for anywhere
I told the man, "The next bus'll do"
They're callin' the Twelve-twenty for Tupelo
Just one thing before I go
Tell me, is he good to you?

Well, shoul you ever think of me
I'll let Hadley know where I'm stayin'
In the meanwhile, I'll get over you
'Least that's what I'm prayin' for

Now, I'm Greyhound bound for anywhere
I told the man, "The next bus'll do"
They're callin' the Twelve-twenty for Tupelo
Just one thing before I go
Tell me, is he good to you?
They're callin' the Twelve-twenty for Tupelo
Just one thing before I go
Tell me, is he good to you