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New town with the same old routine
Find a roadside motel
Lay my head on a bed you ain't in
God, I miss your smell
And we call most every night
But it's hard to feel the love on the line
We talk about the days and your life out on the plains
Mrs. Jones was asking if you shut the gate
So much left to say
Patchy service steals our time
Makes it hard to feel the love on the line
Feeling jealous of the dog on the front porch sitting by your side
He'll be there from dawn to dusk right through the lonely night
And as I remedy my heartache with wine
I call to hear my love on the line
We talk about the days and your life out on the plains
Mrs. Jones was asking if you shut the gate
So much left to say
Patchy service steals our time
Makes it hard to feel the love on the line
Waking up on the hour every hour
Gotta rest my eyes
Grab a coffee and quick hot shower
Leave with the light
And I'll be home
Bring the bread, it's supper time
No more tryna feel my love on the line
No, I can't wait 'til we don't need to worry about the time
Rest my head down where the pillow's have your smell
Make the most of us
Feeling your skin touching mine
No more trying to feel love on the line
No more trying to feel love on the line
WRITERS
Sammy White, Brad Cox
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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