(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