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Divorce and the American South

This song is by Aaron West and the Roaring Twenties and appears on the album We Don't Have Each Other (2014).

Hey Dianne,
Could you pick up the phone?
I know that you're listening.
Baby, I know that you're home and I know where I went wrong.
Don't you leave me alone.
Could you pick up the phone?

I'm lost at a truck stop somewhere in the South.
I don't know where I'm going, but I'm figuring it out.
I locked myself in this phone booth; read you the number aloud.
Now, I'm waiting it out.

If I lay here long enough, maybe the bugs will eat me whole.
If I stay here long enough, maybe the night would take me home.
I won't let go, even if you say so.
No, I won't let go.

Hey, Dianne,
I've been trying to quit.
I went from pack and a half a day to this e-cigarette bullshit.
It don't give me what I want, but it stops them coughing fits.
Oh, I know how you hate it.

Hey, Dianne,
I know I fucked up.
It's just when we lost the baby, I kind of shut off.
I know I never listened. I wasn't there for you enough.
I'm a fuck up...

If I lay here long enough, maybe the bugs will eat me whole.
If I stay here long enough, maybe the night could take me home.
I won't let go, even if you say so.
No, I won't let go.

I had a dream I flew back North
And the plane went down before we hit New York.

You didn't come to the funeral.
You didn't come to the funeral.

I hope you'd come to the funeral.
I hope you'd come to the funeral.

Hey, Dianne...

Written by:

Daniel Campbell