Greyhound Bound

Please don't be mad at me for callinI saw this phone and I had to dial We left so many things unspoken I thought we could talk for just a while Now I'm not sayin' you owe 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 explaining" The things a woman'll put you through