Lyrics George Jones Talkin' Cell Phone Blues - Drive-By Truckers

George Jones Talkin' Cell Phone Blues

You were talkin' on that cellphone
Drivin' your Mercedes way too fast
All of a sudden there was just dial tone
You hit the pylons on the overpass
And your whole life passed before you
From the old days in the honky tonks
To that last shot of vodka
All them miles in between
George Jones, better leave that cellphone alone
Don’t be talkin' as you try to get back home
If you don’t change your ways, my friend
You’ll be singing duets with Tammy again
Foot down heavy on the pedal
Talkin' to your daughter in the car
Next sound you heard was twisted metal
Another dead genius country star
Better get your shit together
Everything’s been torn in two
Good thing your liver’s made of leather
Or else we’d all be mourning the likes of you
George Jones, better leave that cellphone alone
Don’t be talkin' as you try to get back home
If you don’t change your ways, my friend
You’ll be singing duets with Tammy again
And I heard it on the news
He almost stopped loving her today
Better stay on that riding lawnmower
If you’re gonna keep on carrying on that way
George Jones, better leave that cellphone alone
Don’t be talkin' as you try to get back home
If you don’t change your ways, my friend
George Jones