(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 âcross the darkness
On the telegraph machine.
It said, âFrom Billy,â at the bottom, âTo Baby,â at the top
Western Union Wire â âPlease help meâ â stop.
Western Union Wire â âDonât leave me.â â stop.
Well, the taxicab it took her
To the airport in the dawn,
She knew in just an hour sheâd be gone.
She was standing near the platform
âBout to board the big Pan Am
When someone came
And put the lonely message in her hand.
It said, âFrom Billy,â at the bottom, âTo Baby,â at the top
Western Union Wire â âPlease help meâ â stop.
Western Union Wire â âDonât leave me.â â stop.
Headinâ high above Chicago
Just a-reachinâ for the skies
She found herself with teardrops in her eyes.
And a little boy beside her asked her,
âMama, where is Pop ?â
And she just broke down a-cryinâ
âCause she knew she couldnât stop.
It said, âFrom Billy,â at the bottom, âTo Baby,â at the top
Western Union Wire â âDonât leave me.â â stop.
âAh, you said youâd always love me â how could you ?â â stop,
âIn pieces on the runway â I love you.â â stop.
