Telephone Road (feat. The Fairfield Four)

My brother, Jimmy, my other brother, Jack

Went off down to Houston and never come back

My mama wasn't gonna let her baby go yet now

But there ain't nobody hiring back in Lafayette

I'm working all week for a Texaco check

A sun beating down on the back of my neck

I tried to save my money but Jimmy says no

Says he's got a little honey out on Telephone Road

Come on, come on, come on, let's go

This ain't Louisiana, your mama won't know

Come on, come on, come on, let's go

Everybody's rocking out on Telephone Road

Telephone Road's ten miles long

(Come on, come on, come on, let's go)

Fifty car lots and a hundred honky tonks

(Come on, come on, come on)

Jukebox blasting and the beer bottles ring

(Come on, come on, come on, let's go)

And Jimmy banging on a pinball machine

(Come on, come on, come on)

Come on, come on, come on, let's go

Well, this ain't Louisiana, your mama won't know

Come on, come on, come on, let's go

Everybody's rocking out on Telephone Road

Mama never told me 'bout nothing like this, oh

I guess Houston's 'bout as big as a city can get

Sometimes I get lonesome for Lafayette

(Come on, come on, come on, let's go)

Someday I'm going home, but I ain't ready yet

(Come on, come on, come on)

Well, come on, come on, come on, let's go

Well, this ain't Louisiana, your mama won't know

Come on, come on, come on, let's go

Everybody's rocking out on Telephone Road

Come on, come on, come on, let's go

This ain't Louisiana, your mama won't know

Come on, come on, come on, let's go

Everybody's rocking out on Telephone Road