Call me up.
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My friends they don’t talk much ‘bout the legend
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My friends they don’t talk much anyway
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When they do, I know I better listen,
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‘cos my good friends just naturally know
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the right things to say, they say:
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Call me up the phone is in the cradle,
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get yourself a liver to my door,
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but if you saw any plan and if you got the time,
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we could talk the night away.
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I don’t got so lonely and I’ve gotta
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He said: it’s tough to be the only man alive,
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he said: I’d give a river for just somebody to talk to
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We’re thinking in lighting out for biting,
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we came strolling by, she said:
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Call me up the phone ...
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Now Rosy was a queen of the all night cowboy,
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she said: Texas boy using kind of shy
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Don’t you expect the nimble’s invitation,
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just knock on the wall
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Track down the hall and drop on by, she said:
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Call me up ...
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Call Me Up ( The Phone is in the Cradle )
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| Kenny Rogers |
