I guess, I should've written, Dad   To let you know that I was comin' home   I've been gone so many years   I didn't realize you had a phone      I saw your cattle comin' in   Boy, they're looking mighty fat and slick   I saw Fred at the service station   Told me that his wife is awful sick      You heard my record on the radio   Oh, well it's just another song   But I've got a hit recorded   And it'll be out on the market 'fore too long      I got this ring in Mexico   An' no, it didn't cost me quite a bunch   When you're in the business that I'm in   The people call it puttin' up a front      I know, I've lost a little weight   I guess, I am lookin' kind of pale   If you didn't know me better, Dad   You'd think that I'd just gotten out of jail      No, we don't ever call them beer joints   Night clubs are the places where I work   You meet a lot of people there, but no   There ain't much chance of gettin' hurt      I'm sorry that I couldn't be here   With you all when Momma passed away   I was on the road and when they came   And told me it was just too late      I drove by the grave to see her   Boy, that really is a pretty stone   I'm glad that Fred and Jan are here   It's better than you being here alone      Well, I knew you's gonna ask me   Who the lady is that's sleepin' in the car   That's just a girl who works for me   And man, she plays a pretty mean guitar      We worked in San Antone last night   She didn't even have the time to dress   She drove me down from Nashville   And to tell the truth I guess she needs the rest      Well, Dad, I gotta go, we got a dance   To work in Cartersville tonight   Let me take your number down, I'll call you   And I promise you I'll write      Now you be good and don't be chasin'   All those pretty women that you know   And by the way if you see Barbara Walker   Tell her that I said hello