| Lyrics: | Operator, can you help me, help me if you please.
Give me the right area code and the number
that I need.
My rider left upon the Midnight Flyer,
Singin' like a summer
breeze.
I think she's somewhere down South, down about Baton Rouge,
But I just can't
remember no number, a number I can use.
Directory don't have it, central done forgot
it,
I've gotta find a number to use.
Trying to check out her number, trying to run
down her line.
Operator said that's priv'ledged information,
And it ain't no business of
mine.
It's floodin' down in Texas, poles are out in Utah,
Gotta find a private
line.
She could be hangin' 'round the steel mill,
Working in a house of blue
lights.
Riding a getaway bus out of Portland, talking to the night.
I don't know where
she's going, I don't care where she's been,
Long as she's doin' it right. Long as she's doin'
it right |
