She left without leaving a number,
Said she needed to clear her mind.
He figured she'd gone back to Austin,
'Cause she talked about it all the time.
It was almost a year, before she called him up.
Three rings and an answering machine,
Is what she got
If you're calling 'bout the car, I sold it.
If this is Tuesday night, I'm bowling.
If you've got something to sell, you're wastin' your time,
I'm not buyin'.
If it's anybody else, wait for the tone,
You know what to do.
And P.S. if this is Austin...
I still love you.
The telephone fell to the counter.
She'd heard, but she couldn't believe.
What kind of man would hang on that long,
What kind of love that must be.
She waited three days, and then she tried again.
She didn't know what she'd say,
But she heard three rings and then
If it's Friday night, I'm at the ballgame,
And first thing Saturday, if it don't rain.
I'm headed out to the lake, and I'll be gone all weekend long.
But I'll call you back when I get home
On Sunday afternoon.
And P.S, if this is Austin...
I still love you.
Well this time she left her number,
But not another word.
Then she waited by the phone on Sunday evening,
And this is what he heard
A(add9) F#m
If you're calling 'bout my heart,
It's still yours.
I should listen to it a little more.
Then it wouldn't have taken me so long
To know, where I belong.
And by the way boy, this is no machine you're talkin' to.
Can't you tell that this is Austin...
And I still love you.
I still love you...
Chords used:
x32010 320003
xx0232 022000
G/B x2003x Dsus xx0233
x02010 x02210
133211 xx1343
A(add9) x02200 F#m 244222
022200 022100
x02220 x24432