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!