Steve Earle, The Fairfield Four - Telephone Road lyrics

My brother Jimmy, my other brother Jack
Went off down to Houston and
They never come back
My mama wasn't going to let
Her baby go yet now
But there ain't nobody hiring
Back in Lafayette

I'm working all week for the Texaco check
As sun beating down on the back of my neck
I tried to save my money, but Jimmy says no
Says he's got a little honey
Out on Telephone Road

Come on, come on, come on let's go
This ain't Louisiana, your mama won't know
Come on, come on, come on let's go
Everybody's rocking out on Telephone Road

Telephone Road is ten miles long
Fifty car lots and a hundred honky-tonks
Jukebox blasting and the beer bottles ringin'
And Jimmy banging on the pinball machine

Come on, come on, come on let's go
This ain't Louisiana, your mama won't know
Come on, come on, come on let's go
Everybody's rocking out on Telephone Road

Mama never told me about nothing like this
I guess Houston is about as big
As a city can get
Sometimes I get lonesome for Lafayette
Someday I'm going home, but I ain't ready yet

Come on, come on, come on let's go
This ain't Louisiana, your mama won't know
Come on, come on, come on let's go
Everybody's rocking out on Telephone Road

Come on, come on, come on let's go
This ain't Louisiana, your mama won't know
Come on, come on, come on let's go
Everybody's rocking out on Telephone Road