Well there's floodin' down in Texas All of the telephone lines are down Well dark clouds are rollin' in Man I'm standin' out in the rain Well I'm leavin' you baby Lord and I'm goin' back home to stay And I've been tryin' to call my baby Lord and I can't

Tonight's the night It's gonna be alright 'Cause I love you girl Ain't nobody gonna stop us now Stay away from my window Stay away from my back door too Disconnect the telephone line Relax baby and draw that blind Kick off your shoes and sit right down

Oh, frisky, yeah, yeah Put a little tickle on the Jones' head Turn off the lights and go to bed I'll be down when you're gone Call me back on the telephone Lil ole, lil' ole, lil' ole name and a title I gets all the way down If I don't keep smilin'

And you're not gonna reach my telephone Stop callin', stop callin' Stop telephonin' me 'Cause I'll be dancin' I left my head and my heart on the dance floor 'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sippin' that bub I'm kinda busy I don't wanna think any more

Don't be cruel to who a heart that's true I don't want no other love Baby it's just you I'm thinking of You know I can be found Sitting home all alone If you can't come around At least please telephone Baby, if I made you mad For something I might have

You better watch your happy home. That's evil, evil is going on wrong. I have warned you brother, It's a long way from home, Can't sleep at night. Call on your telephone Something just ain't right. I want to warn you brother, You make it to your house,

Put a little tickle on the Jones' head Turn off the lights and go to bed I'll be down, when you're gone Call me back on the telephone Lil ole, lil ole, lil ole name and a title I gets all the way down If I don't keep smilin' witchall You gonna see me

I'm goin' get up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom Girlfriend, the black man you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gon' write a letter, telephone every town I know I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meet I believe,

I'm goin' get up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom Girlfriend, the black man you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gon' write a letter, telephone every town I know I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meet I believe,

You don't know Jack Double shot, eighty proof, on the rocks Until you've lost it all And you can't go back To your life, and your kids, and your ex-wife With just a telephone call If you think it's just a bottle In an old brown paper sack He asked me for