I found a number in the note she wrote,    deep in the pocket of a real old coat,    it just got by me some way,    I musta had a real bad day.       She said she was all moved in,    and her apartment sure looked fine,    suggested I come by an see her some time.    she said "I'll fix ya this one new, and I'll turn 'em on for you".       Whewhhh    She said "I get home - at a quarter to six, an 'er ah,    I'll be waiting for your call".    "Honey, I'll fix ya something - I'm sure you're gonna love,    but we don't have - we don't have to eat it all."       Ahhhhh    That's one of the problems, of life out here on the road,    li'l notes like this ain't got no area code.    I don't know what to say… I'm havina REAL bad day!