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


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

[Verse]
D                                G
Now the dogs across the road are eyeing me but lying low
D                     A
Seem to know I don't want to cause a fuss
D                            G                      
Watch me suffer on the phone making puddles of my own
D                 A          D
Watch me kick the ground and cuss

[Chorus 2]
G                            D
Good dogs of Dime Box thanks for your understanding
A                          D
You know I wouldn't hurt a flea
  G                                     D
Your good natured disposition, your kind hearted intuition
A                                   D
Wish that you could talk to her for me

[Solo]
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[Verse]
D                                               G
Now when a man goes driving about he's got some things to figure out
       D                                A
And he takes it all out on the blue and wide
      D                                   G                                    
And he prays to god and Chevy lighten up a load that's heavy
     D             A            D            
And Help him understand how and why

[Chorus 3]
G                         D
Good sheriff of Dime Box, thanks for not arresting me
G                                A
Thought I'd understand it if you had
G                            D
My bizarre appearance and my drunken incoherence
    G                                 A
I'm sorry for the tears there on your badge

[Chorus 4]
G                           D
Good people of Dime Box, I'm no sick killer
          G                   A
And I did not come to rob nor steal
       G                             D             
I just had to stop and phone her and see if its still over
  G                               D
Sounds like that's how she really feels
           G                               D
Oh man, sounds like that's how she really feels