| Lyrics: | Calling Baton Rouge
Garth Brooks
I spent last night in the arms of a girl in
Louisiana,
And though I'm out on the highway, my thoughts are still with her.
Such a
strange combination of woman man and child.
Such a strange situation: stopping every hundred
miles.
Calling Baton Rouge.
A replay of last nights events roll through my
mind,
Except a C-note or two erased by sweet red wine.
I see a truck stop sign ahead
so I change lanes.
I need a cup of coffee and a couple dollars change.
Calling Baton
Rouge.
CHORUS
Operator won't you put me on through,
I gotta send my
love down to Baton Rouge.
Hurry up, won't you put her on the line,
I gotta talk to the
girl just one more time.
Hello Samantha dear I hope you're doing fine,
And it
won't be long before I'm with you all the time,
But until then I'll spend my money
Right on down to my last dime,
Whoa, calling Baton Rouge.
CHORUS
Calling Baton Rouge.
Sweet Baton Rouge.
My Baton Rouge.
Whoa ho whoa ho
hoooo.
From: "David Garnsey" |
