Tell Ole I Ain't Here, He Better Get On Home

Well, I was playin' the pinball, prayin' for a ten ball

A cussin' at the ol' machine

With a couple of girls hangin' on my back

Then the phone started ringin' and Moe started screamin'

"Hey Joe, it's your old lady, she's mad"

She let her fingers do the walkin'

'Til she's found out where you're at

And she said

"Tell Ole I ain't here, he better get on home

Or else he's gonna find me and the baby gone

If I have to come down after him

He's gonna wish he'd a come to the phone

So tell Ole I ain't here, he better get on home"

Well, the good Lord knows I love her

But she don't understand

Just how much I love this ol' honky tonk atmosphere

But when the telephone starts to ringin'

It scares the hell right out of her man

And I holler out loud

"If that's for me, Moe, tell her I ain't here"

But she said

"Tell Ole I ain't here, he better get on home

Or else he's gonna find me and the baby gone

If I have to come down after him

He's gonna wish he'd a come to the phone

So tell Ole I ain't here, he better get on home"

So tell Ole I ain't here, he better get on home