MY SOUTHERN BELLE when my baby left atlanta she said "i need a little time alone i'll call you in a day or two don't wander far from the phone" it's going on three weeks, i've barely been ten feet out of that ringer's range i'm sittin' round waiting like a puppy for a bone wondering if her feelings have changed my southern belle ain't ringing there ain't no mail that the mailman's bringing when i'm talking to somebody else there's no call waiting for me i need to hear those wires singing i'm holding on but i'm barely clinging i'm going through hell 'cause my southern belle ain't ringing i keep picking up the receiver checking that it's still got a tone was i a fool to believe her when's the girl gonna phone home i'm the kind of guy who likes a little quiet every now and then but enough is enough, i can't stand another second of the silence that's settin' in repeat chorus |