George Jones Talkin’ Cell Phone Blues Drive-By Truckers

You were talkin' on that cellphone
Drivin' your Mercedes way too fast
All of a sudden there was just dial tone
You hit the pylons on the overpass

And your whole life passed before you
From the old days in the honky tonks
To that last shot of vodka
All them miles in between

George Jones, better leave that cellphone 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, uh huh

Foot down heavy on the pedal
Talkin' 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's made of leather
Or else we'd all be mourning the likes of you

George Jones, better leave that cellphone 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