Telephone Booth - Hoyt Axton

Seventeen years in a telephone booth

Waiting on the loan of a dime

Somebody must have took the big yellow book

With the number that you call for time

I don’t care if the ride gets rough

Don’t mind leaving the road

Walked 40 miles just to see you smile

Love to help you carry your load

Love to help you carry your load

Some you win, some you lose,

some you gotta leave behind

Some are gonna bring you happiness,

Some will give you trouble in mind

Heaven knows you’re troubled

Been blue since the day you were born

Worn out man in second hand

Everything that you ever did own

Somewhere there is someone

looking for a girl like you

Sunny days chase away

All of your childhood blues

All of your childhood blues

Some you win, some you lose,

Some you gotta leave behind

Some are gonna bring you happiness,

Some will give you trouble in mind

Seventeen years in a telephone booth

Waiting on the loan of a dime

Somebody must have took the big yellow book

With the number that you call for time

I don’t care if the ride gets rough

Don’t mind leaving the road

Walked 40 miles just to see you smile

Love to help you carry your load

Love to help you carry your load (repeat until end)