(Kinky Friedman)
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From a cheap hotel in Dallas
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On a cold December day
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A telegram was traveling on its way
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LiKe a sad old song from somewhere
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In the distance of a dream
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Flashing ‘cross the darkness
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On the telegraph machine.
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It said, “From Billy,” at the bottom, “To Baby,” at the top
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Western Union Wire ? “Please help me” ? stop.
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Western Union Wire ? “Don’t leave me.” ? stop.
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Well, the taxicab it took her
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To the airport in the dawn,
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She knew in just an hour she’d be gone.
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She was standing near the platform
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‘Bout to board the big Pan Am
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When someone came
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And put the lonely message in her hand.
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It said, “From Billy,” at the bottom, “To Baby,” at the top
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Western Union Wire ? “Please help me” ? stop.
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Western Union Wire ? “Don’t leave me.” ? stop.
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Headin’ high above Chicago
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Just a-reachin’ for the skies
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She found herself with teardrops in her eyes.
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And a little boy beside her asked her,
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“Mama, where is Pop ?”
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And she just broke down a-cryin’
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‘Cause she knew she couldn’t stop.
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It said, “From Billy,” at the bottom, “To Baby,” at the top
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Western Union Wire ? “Don’t leave me.” ? stop.
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“Ah, you said you’d always love me ? how could you ?” ? stop,
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“In pieces on the runway ? I love you.” ? stop.
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Western Union Wire
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| Kinky Friedman |
