(G. Johnson)       Well, she dialed a phone number   Well, she dialed a phone number   Well, she dialed a phone number   Written on tobacco hand      And her words come slowly   Well, the words come so slowly   Well, the words come so slowly   I didn't hear a one that she said      When she told me 'bout forever   When she told me 'bout forever   When she told me 'bout forever   Lord, it didn't last that long      Well, she blamed it on her mother   Well, she blamed it on her mother   Well, she blamed it on her mother   Blamed it on tobacco hand      It wouldn't help to say I'm sorry   It wouldn't help to say I'm sorry   It wouldn't help to say I'm sorry   Lordy, that she done done wrong      I swear I know the story   Well, I swear I know the story   Well, I swear I know the story   Lordy, like tobacco hand