By: Jimmy Buffett, J.D. Souther. 1980. To Muhammed Ali for twenty years of excitement and entertainment. They talk about their women too much. The women got 'em so confused.
Hang up the phone, lose my number leave me alone so I can cry. Don't touch my heart anymore, it's broken and sore. And the moon just turned blue goodbye goodbye.
When the hot September sun down in Texas. I sucked the streams bone dry and turned to roads to dust. In the sleepy little towns down in Texas. The shades are all pulled down, streets are all rolled up.
Nights are long. And the wind is howling down. Into the hollows. Somewhere deep inside. I can hear you calling out. Across the great divide. Right or wrong there's a feeling in my heart.