| G | |
| While I d | own Kentucky bourbon |
| C | |
| I am | waiting for a call |
| D | |
| And the | moon and stars tonight |
| G | |
| Are playing | shadows on the wall |
| G | |
| With the | moon the way it is, dear |
| C | |
| Would you | answer out of spite |
| D | G | |
| Or | are you feeling lonely to | night |
| G | |
| Cause | I remember last time |
| C | |
| We were | out under the stars |
| D | |
| Driving | crooked down the highway |
| G | |
| Drinking | beer in roadside bars |
| G | |
| And | now and then I wonder |
| C | |
| Why this | painful memory |
| D | G | |
| Can | never find its way to you from | me |
| CHORUS |
| G | |
| And I can't dial the phone just now |
| C | |
| Even | though I know your number |
| D | G | |
| Can't | bring my broken heart to be | untrue |
| G | |
| Like you did today |
| C | |
| You'll say | goodbye the same old way |
| D | |
| Ever since you hung up on me |
| G | |
| I'm hung up on | you |
| Well the house I'm ringing up from |
| Is a half a mile from you |
| But with the reception I'm getting |
| Might as well be Timbuktu |
| And behind the door of your home |
| Is a strange and foreign land |
| Where you speak a language I don't understand |
| CHORUS |
| Now I'm going down to Jimmy's bar |
| Like a thousand other times |
| With an appetite for poison |
| And a suitcase full of dimes |
| And I'll wait there by the payphone |
| With one hundred other guys |
| With those sorry hung-up teardrops in our eyes |
| CHORUS |