Performed by blake shelton Written by david kent & kirsti manna Produced by bobby braddock
She left without leavin' 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 callin' 'bout the car I sold it If this is tuesday night I'm bowling If you've got somethin' 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 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 evenin' And this is what he heard
If you're callin' 'bout my heart It's still yours I should've listened 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, this is austin, and I still love you
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