(Kinky Friedman)
From a cheap hotel in Dallas
On a cold December day
A telegram was traveling on its way
LiKe a sad old song from somewhere
In the distance of a dream
Flashing €˜cross the darkness
On the telegraph machine.
It said, €œFrom Billy,€? at the bottom, €œTo Baby,€? at the top
Western Union Wire € €œPlease help me€? € stop.
Western Union Wire € €œDon€™t leave me.€? € stop.
Well, the taxicab it took her
To the airport in the dawn,
She knew in just an hour she€™d be gone.
She was standing near the platform
€˜Bout to board the big Pan Am
When someone came
And put the lonely message in her hand.
It said, €œFrom Billy,€? at the bottom, €œTo Baby,€? at the top
Western Union Wire € €œPlease help me€? € stop.
Western Union Wire € €œDon€™t leave me.€? € stop.
Headin€™ high above Chicago
Just a-reachin€™ for the skies
She found herself with teardrops in her eyes.
And a little boy beside her asked her,
€œMama, where is Pop ?€?
And she just broke down a-cryin€™
€˜Cause she knew she couldn€™t stop.
It said, €œFrom Billy,€? at the bottom, €œTo Baby,€? at the top
Western Union Wire € €œDon€™t leave me.€? € stop.
€œAh, you said you€™d always love me € how could you ?€? € stop,
€œIn pieces on the runway € I love you.€? € stop.