Austin Meade Pay Phone Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Business man 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
S'posed to get by punching eight hours every day

[Verse 2]
Run for the mountains and hide in the hills
Pack the kids and the wife in the automobile
Gas in the shop and the matches on the pit
Turn a thirty-year mortgage into smoldering bits

[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
My boys look up to their daddy with pride
Take after me like I did mine
Got her smile but they got my eyes
Mouths like sailors and a fightin' side
[Chorus]
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

[Verse 4]
Twenty-two miles due southeast
'Neath the shadow of a sixty-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 a payphone call twice a week

[Chorus]
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