Wrong Night - Mcentire Reba



Back in 1876 an ol' boy named Bell

Invented a contraption that we know so well

By the 1950's they were in everybody's home

That crazy little thing they call a telephone

Now there's one on every corner, in the back of every bar

You can get one in your briefcase, on a plane or in your car

Chorus:

So tell me why, haven't I, heard from you

Tell me why, haven't I heard from you

Darlin', honey, what is your excuse

Why haven't I heard from you

There's no problem gettin' to me

Baby you can dial direct

I got call forwarding, call waiting

You can even call collect

The service man he told me that my phone was workin' fine

And I've come to the conclusion the trouble isn't with my line

I'm sure the operator would be glad to put you through

So dial zero for assistance if all confuses you

Repeat Chorus:

There better been a flood, a landslide of mud

A fire that burns up the wires

And thunder so loud with a black funnel cloud

A natural disaster I know nothing about

Repeat Chorus:

(Sandy Knox, T.W. Hale)

Copyright 1994 Bash Music



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