Dime Box, Texas
By Max Stalling
There's only [D]one pay phone in [G]Dime Box, Texas
And [D]it's off on a side road [A]there
When a [D]stranger wearing dark shades
And [G]tears streaming down his face
[D]Makes a call it's [A]gonna draw some [D]stares
Now there's [D]two kids down the street
In a [G]puddle ankle deep
[D]Like maybe something Norman Rockwell [A]planned
When their [D]father sees the man
He runs and [G]grabs their muddy hands
[D]Wonder who he [A]thinks I [D]am
Chorus 1:
Good [G]people of Dime Box, I'm [D]no Charles Manson
And [A]I did not come to snatch a [D]child
Just [G]rambled many miles
And need to [D]talk to her for awhile
[A]Find out what this whole thing [D]means
Now the dogs across the road are eyeing me but lying low
Seem to know I don't want to cause a fuss
Watch me suffer on the phone making puddles of my own
Watch me kick the ground and cuss
Chorus 2:
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
Wish that you could talk to her for me
Now when a man goes driving about he's got some things to figure out
And he takes it all out on the blue and wide
And he prays to god and Chevy lighten up a load that's heavy
And Help him understand how and why
Chorus 3:
Good sheriff of Dime Box, thanks for not arresting me
Thought I'd understand it if you had
My bizarre appearance and my drunken incoherence
I'm sorry for the tears there on your badge
Chorus 4:
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
By Max Stalling
There's only [D]one pay phone in [G]Dime Box, Texas
And [D]it's off on a side road [A]there
When a [D]stranger wearing dark shades
And [G]tears streaming down his face
[D]Makes a call it's [A]gonna draw some [D]stares
Now there's [D]two kids down the street
In a [G]puddle ankle deep
[D]Like maybe something Norman Rockwell [A]planned
When their [D]father sees the man
He runs and [G]grabs their muddy hands
[D]Wonder who he [A]thinks I [D]am
Chorus 1:
Good [G]people of Dime Box, I'm [D]no Charles Manson
And [A]I did not come to snatch a [D]child
Just [G]rambled many miles
And need to [D]talk to her for awhile
[A]Find out what this whole thing [D]means
Now the dogs across the road are eyeing me but lying low
Seem to know I don't want to cause a fuss
Watch me suffer on the phone making puddles of my own
Watch me kick the ground and cuss
Chorus 2:
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
Wish that you could talk to her for me
Now when a man goes driving about he's got some things to figure out
And he takes it all out on the blue and wide
And he prays to god and Chevy lighten up a load that's heavy
And Help him understand how and why
Chorus 3:
Good sheriff of Dime Box, thanks for not arresting me
Thought I'd understand it if you had
My bizarre appearance and my drunken incoherence
I'm sorry for the tears there on your badge
Chorus 4:
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
