Phone Booth Songtext
von Robert Cray

I′m in a phone booth, baby
Your number scratched up on the wall
I'm in a phone booth, baby
Your number scratched up on the wall
I′m back here in Austin, yeah
Got no one else to call

I've been walking all day
Old friends I can't find
The heat is so hot
Had to buy me some wine
Oh, only you, baby
Took my very last dime


I′m in a phone booth, baby
Your number scratched up on the wall
I′m in a phone booth, baby
See your number on the wall
Yes, I do
Well, I'm back here in Austin, Texas
Got no one else to call

Said call me, Rita
Anytime day or night
Oh, you know that I′m cold, cold and lonely, baby
And I hope that you treat me right
I'm in a phone booth, baby
With a cold wind right outside, yeah

Don′t you hear that wind howling out there this evening?
That wind howling out there
Better pick me up, baby
That's been my last dime
I′m in that phone booth, ah