Текст песни Pay Phone - Austin Meade

Businessman come to own this town
DEA started hanging around
Fine cocaine, it covered every street
For the next state counties, it'd come through me

Church every Sunday, a God-fearing man
Lord up above figured out my plan
Man with two kids, and a third on the way's
Supposed to get by punching eight hours every day

Run through the mountains, and hide in the hills
Packed the kids and the wife in the automobile
Gas and the shop, and the matches on the pit
Turned a 30-year mortgage into smoldering bits

Some days I wanna tell the world
But I can't tell a soul
It wouldn't change a thing
And it wouldn't bring you home

My boys look up to their daddy with pride
They take after me like I did mine
Got her smile but they got my eyes
Mouths like sailors and a fightin' side

Some days I wanna tell the world
But I can't tell a soul
It wouldn't change a thing
And it wouldn't bring you home

22 miles due southeast
'Neath the shadow of a 60-year-old oak tree
My first love, sweet Savannah lies
Cold and blue on the dirt and dust
Can't raise my boys behind concrete
From pay phone call twice a week

Some days I wanna tell the world
But I can't tell a soul
It wouldn't change a thing
And it wouldn't bring you home