Please don't be mad at me for callin'   I saw this phone and I had to dial   We left so many things unspoken   I thought we could talk for just a while      Now I'm not sayin' you owe me anything   My memories are my souvenirs   Like all those cherry lipstick "love-you-baby"s   You scribbled on faded motel mirrors      Now, I'm Greyhound bound for anywhere   I told the man, "The next bus'll do"   They're callin' the Twelve-twenty for Tupelo   Just one thing before I go   Tell me, is he good to you      I talked it over with Hadley   He's still out there off of Highway 10   If anybody could explain it   I figured good old Hadley can   His wrinkled hands upon the table   He said, "I hate to break the news   But sometimes there ain't no explaining"   The things a woman'll put you through      Now, I'm Greyhound bound for anywhere   I told the man, "The next bus'll do"   They're callin' the Twelve-twenty for Tupelo   Just one thing before I go   Tell me, is he good to you      Well, should you ever think of me   I'll let Hadley know where I'm stayin'   In the meanwhile, I'll get over you   Least that's what I'm prayin' for      Now, I'm Greyhound bound for anywhere   I told the man, "The next bus'll do"   They're callin' the Twelve-twenty for Tupelo   Just one thing before I go   Tell me, is he good to you   But just one thing before I go   Tell me, is he good to you