Steve Earle

^{F C} M ^A# y brother J ^A immy, my ^G other brother ^F Jack. ^{F C F}
T ^A# hey went d ^A own to Houston an ^G d they neve ^F r came ^F bac ^C k. ^F
M ^A# ama wasn't g ^A oing to let her b ^G aby go y ^F et, ^{F C F}
b ^A# ut there ain't nobody hi ^A ring back in ^G Lafaye ^F tte. ^{F C F}
Working all week for the Texico check.
Sun beating down on the back of my neck.
Tried to save my money but Jimmy says no.
Says he's got a little honey on telephone road.
Chorus:
^A# Come on ^A come on c ^G ome on lets ^F go.
Th ^F is ain't Louisiana, your m ^C ama won't k ^F now.
^A# Come ^A on ^G come on ^F come on lets go.
Ev ^F erybody's ro ^C cking out on Te ^F lephone Road.
Telephone Road is ten miles long.
Fifty car lots and a hundred Honky Tonks.
Juke box is blasting and the beer bottles ring.
Jimmy banging on the pinball machine.
Chorus
Mama never told me about nothing like this.
I guess Houston's about as big as the city can get.
Sometimes I get lonesome for Lafayette.
Some day I'm going home, but I ain't ready yet.
Chorus 2X
end with intro riff.
Any questions or comments welcome at astuckey@indiana.edu