Ah,
yes.
Come in, Tag. Let's hear you sing.
You called me tonight from Houston
Houston?
And Houston's just a hundred miles away
What are you talking about, boy?
We've never saw it less than 500.
You said, darling, please come get me
Tell me.
That this time you're coming home to stay
Oh, that's a different story.
But I think of all the times I'd go get you
I hear you.
Sometimes you wouldn't even stay a week
Had to travel.
But I've traveled a thousand miles behind you
Yeah.
Now there's not a hundred miles left in me
Don't you understand what I'm saying?
You do the wrong and I do the paying
Just once you'd better listen while I talk
Uh-huh, I'm listening.
If you come home this time, you're gonna walk
Uh-oh, uh-oh.
I'm an easy fool for chasing misery
And there's not a hundred miles left in me
Yeah.
And there's not a hundred miles left in me
I know what you're talking about.
After Sam Gibbs sends you down the road,
there's nothing left in you.