George Jones Talkin' Cell Phones Blues

You were talkin' on that cell phone, driving your Mercedes way too fast All of the sudden there was this dial tone, you hit the pylons on the overpass And your whole life passed before you, from the old days and the honky-tonks... ...to that last shot of vodka; and all them miles in between. George Jones, better leave that cell phone alone Don't be talkin' as you try to get back home If you don't change your ways my friend You'll be singing duets with Tammy again. Foot down heavy on the pedal, talking to your daughter in the car Next sound you heard was twisted metal, another dead genius country star Better get your shit together, everything's been torn in two Good thing your liver is made of leather, cause we'd all be born in the likes of you George Jones, better leave that cell phone alone Don't be talkin' as you try to get back home If you don't change your ways my friend You'll be singing duets with Tammy again. And I heard it on the news, he almost stopped loving her today Better stay on that riding lawn mower, if you're going to keep carrying on that weight. George Jones, better leave that cell phone alone Don't be talkin' as you try to get back home If you don't change your ways my friend. George Jones