Written by Don Cook/Bucky Jones/Curly Putman
By Keith Whitley It's (E) lonely out tonight down here in (A) Georgia And the (E) oldest friend I got I met to(B)day The (E) woman that I love just up and (A) left me And the (E) place I loves a (B) thousand miles a(E)way Operator hook me up to (A) Houston (E) Get me anybody on the (B) phone (E) Look there in your book and pick a (A) number Cause you (E) can't be choosy when your this a(B)lone (E7) Won't you (A) talk to me Texas (E) Let me hear that draw I (A) spent my last five dollar's On this (B7) one long distance call Won't you (E) talk to me Texas I (A) got these home sick blues (E) Tell me I can (B7) come on home to (E) you I (E) got this faded number in my (A) wallet It's (E) been in here a dozen years I (B) know I (E) used to call it up when I was (A) lonely (E) Lord that women (B) sure could love me (E) so I (E) know by now she's probably changed her (A) number And (E) with my luck she's probably changed her (B) name If (E) there's a chance in hell I think I'll (A) take it Cause I'd (E) love to hear that women's (B) voice again (E) Won't you (A) talk to me Texas (E) Let me hear that draw I (A) spent my last five dollar's On this (B7) one long distance call Won't you (E) talk to me Texas I (A) got these home sick blues (E) Tell me I can (B7) come on home to (E) you Won't you (A) talk to me Texas (E) Let me hear that draw I (A) spent my last five dollar's On this (B7) one long distance call Won't you (E) talk to me Texas I (A) got these home sick blues (E) Tell me I can (B7) come on home to (E) you