| C | G | C | G | |
| INT | RO |
| C | G | |
| She | left without leaving a | number, |
| C | G | |
| Said she | needed to clear her | mind. |
| C | D | Em | |
| He | figured she'd | gone back to | Austin, |
| C | D | |
| 'Cause she | talked about it all the | time. |
| G/B | C | D | |
| It was almost a | year, before | she called him up. |
| G/B | C | |
| Three rings and an | answering machine, |
| Dsus | D | |
| Is what she | got: |
| G | Em | |
| If you're | calling 'bout the | car, I sold it. |
| C | Dsus | D | |
| If this is Tuesday | night, I'm | bowling. |
| Em | G | C | |
| If you've got something to | sell, you're wastin' your | time, |
| Dsus | D | |
| I'm not | buyin'. |
| G | Am7 | G | |
| If its | anybody | else, wait for the | tone, |
| C | |
| You know what to | do. |
| Am | F | Dsus | D | |
| And P. | S, if this is | Austin. | .. |
| C | G | C | G | |
| I still | love you. |
| C | G | |
| The | telephone fell to the | counter. |
| C | G | |
| She'd | heard, but she couldn't be | lieve. |
| C | D | Em | |
| What kind of | man would | hang on that long, |
| C | D | |
| What kind of love that must | be. |
| G/B | C | D | |
| She waited three | days, and then | she tried again. |
| G/B | C | |
| She didn't know what she'd | say, |
| Dsus | D | |
| But she | heard three rings and | then: |
| G | Em | |
| If it's | Friday night, I'm | at the ballgame, |
| C | Dsus | D | |
| And | first thing Saturday | , if it | don't rain. |
| Em | G | C | Dsus | D | |
| I'm headed out to the | lake, and I'll be | gone all weekend | long. |
| G | Am | |
| But I'll | call you back when | I get home |
| G | C | |
| On | Sunday after | noon. |
| Am | F | Dsus | D | |
| And P. | S, if this is | Austin.. | . |
| G | |
| I still | love you. |
| Am | |
| Well | this time she left her number, |
| Em | |
| But | not another word. |
| Eb | |
| Then she | waited by the phone on Sunday evening, |
| Dsus | D | Dsus | D | |
| And this is what he | heard: |
| Aadd9 | F#m | |
| If you're | calling 'bout my | heart, |
| Its still yours. |
| D | Esus | E | |
| I should listen | to it a | little more. |
| F#m | E | D | |
| Then it wouldn't have | taken me so | long |
| E | |
| To know, where | I belong. |
| A | B | A | D | |
| And | by the way boy | , this is no ma | chine you're talkin' | to. |
| Bm | G | Esus | E | |
| Can't you | tell that this is | Austin.. | . |
| D | A | D | A | |
| And I still | love you. |
| D | A | D | A | |
| I still | love you... | . |