(Larry Shell/Larry Cordle)
Well hello, it's good to hear your voice
I hate to call so late, but I didn't have a choice
I'm calling you from Dallas, headed for L.A.
I wish I had more time to talk, there's so much to say
Sometimes I think the devil has got me by the sleeve
Tell me how is the weather?
Have you put the garden out?
Are the dogwoods bloomin' out behind the house?
No I'm not sick, there's nothin' wrong, don't wake up Dad
I just thought of you and home and got a little sad
Oh, sometimes I think the devil has got me by the sleeve