Dime Box, TX - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

There's only one payphone in Dime Box, Texas

And It's off on a side road there

When a stranger wearin' dark shades and tears streamin' down his face

Makes a call it's gonna draw some stares

Now there's two kids down the street in a puddle ankle deep

Like maybe somethin' Norman Rockwell planned

When the father sees a man he runs and grabs their muddy hands

Wonder who he thinks I am

Good people of Dime Box I'm no Charles Manson

And I did not come to snatch a child

I just rambled many miles and need to talk to her a while

Find out what this whole thing means

Now the dogs across the road are eyein' me but lyin' low

Seem to know I don't wanna cause a fuss

Watch me suffer on the phone makin' puddles of my own

Watch me kick the ground and cuss

Good dogs of Dime Box

Thanks for your understanding

You know I wouldn't hurt a flea

Your good-natured disposition

Your kind-hearted intuition

I wish that you could talk to her for me

When a man goes drivin' about he's got some things to figure out

He takes it all out on the blue and white

And he prays to God and Chevy

Lighten up a load that's heavy

And help him understand the how and why

Good sheriff of Dime Box

Thanks for not arresting me

Though I'd understand it if you had

My bizarre appearance and my drunken incoherence

I'm sorry for the tears there on your badge

Good people of Dime Box

I'm no sick killer

And I did not come to rob nor steal

I just had to stop and phone her and see if its still over

Sounds like that's how she really feels (Oh man)

Sounds like that's how she really feels