A quarter for a payphone-call to Houston   I see that writing on the wall   She's down and out again      Momma, will you still be her friend?   Momma, would you take her back again?      She's got no one to talk to   When she comes home at night   She's got no one to talk to   She keeps it all inside   She's got no one to talk to   She lays down in size   It's no lonely life      Well you'd be proud if you'd just come to see her   Lately I'm the only who even lends a hand   Momma, I will do the best I can   Momma, I don't think you understand      She's got no one to talk to   When she comes home at night   She's got no one to talk to   She keeps it all inside   She's got no one to talk to   She lays down in size   It's no lonely life   It's no lonely life      Tearing out the pages in my phonebook   I see the writing on the wall   I won't need this again   Momma, is there a message you can send?   Momma, you can't turn your back again      She's got no one to talk to   When she comes home at night   She's got no one to talk to   She keeps it all inside   She's got no one to talk to   She lays down in size   It's no lonely life