| I wish there was a telephone in
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| heaven, how I’d love to talk to my dad.
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| I’d tell him that I love him and I miss him,
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| and I’m sorry for the times we never had,
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| I wonder if they’d charge me by the minute,
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| I wonder if they’d charge me by the mile,
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| I’d call up that ole angel operator,
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| could I please talk to my daddy for awhile, telephone in heaven.
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| I wish there was a telephone in heaven,
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| how I’d love to talk to my grandma,
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| I’d tell her that I miss here Sunday cookin,
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| haven’t ate like that sense you wen to meet grandpa,
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| and I wonder if they’d charge me by the minute,
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| I wonder if they’d charge me by the mile,
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| I’d call up that ole angel operator,
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| could I please talk to my grandma for
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| awhile, imagine that, a telephone in heaven.
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| I wish there was a telephone in heaven,
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| how I’d love to talk to the Lord of mine,
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| I’d tell him that I love him and I’m thankful,
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| for watching over all these loves of mine, telephone in heaven.
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| Well I know he wouldn’t charge me by the minute,
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| and I know he wouldn’t charge me by the mile, |
| I’d call up that ole angel operator,
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| saying thank you for this big long
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| distance smile, telephone in heaven. |