Lyrics

She left on a Friday night
Leaving things not all right
On a big old plane so far from home
Left me here all alone
Come on baby
Pick up that telephone
Come on baby
Pick up that telephone
You know I’m no good when you’re not home
Me and the dog in this old house
Too much room to roam around
With the heat turned up it still feels cold
When you’re so far from home
Come on baby
Pick up that telephone
Come on baby
Pick up that telephone
You know Im no good when you’re not home
Well, you know my telephone won’t ring
Hope you didn’t break your dialing finger
Cause I sure would love to hear your voice
But I guess I’ve got no choice
Come on baby
Pick up that telephone
Come on baby
Pick up that telephone
Hey now I’m no good when you’re not home