| A | D | A | D | A | |
| Nobody | is | home, I'm | broke but still can spend this | dime |
| D | A | D | A | |
| To call on | the | phone, I'll | wait and try just one more | time |
| E | F#m | A | D | |
| I've been | standing in this | phone booth instead of | walking in the | rain |
| B7 | D | A | |
| To the | honky tonk a | mile from here | where |
| E | D | A | |
| I could ease the | pain not | knowing she's | gone again |
| D | E | A | |
| And | nothin's | still the | same |
| I know that she's gone she would wait for me to call |
| I knew all along she picked me up to watch me fall |
| And know I've hitchhiked from here to Memphis |
| Fourteen hours in the rain, you know she wrote me not to bother to |
| Call her if I came, seems she's gone before she's left again |
| And nothin's still the same |
| Chorus: |
| D | A | F#m | A | |
| And it's been | raining on the | freeway bout as | far as I can | see |
| E | D | A | E | |
| The | sky is grey it's | just the way it | always rains on | me |
| D | A | D | A | |
| No | sun today she's | gone way, why | can't hope let me | be |
| Instrumental verse +: |
| I've been standing in this phone booth wishing I could blame the rain |
| For being here instead of her when, |
| Nothin's still the same I wonder if she'll call again |
| Since nothin's still the same |
| Chorus + |
| Nobody is home and nothin's still the same |
| by: José uarte |
| jtduarte1@gmail.com |