Dime Box, Texas
By Max Stalling


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There's only one pay phone in Dime Box, Texas
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And it's off on a side road there
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When a stranger wearing dark shades
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And tears streaming down his face
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Makes a call it's gonna draw some stares
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Now there's two kids down the street
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In a puddle ankle deep
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Like maybe something Norman Rockwell planned
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When their father sees the man
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He runs and grabs their muddy hands
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Wonder who he thinks I am


Chorus 1:
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Good people of Dime Box, I'm no Charles Manson
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And I did not come to snatch a child
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Just rambled many miles
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And need to talk to her for awhile
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Find out what this whole thing 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