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Well the times are rough, and it's gettin' tough,
My darlin' heard me say;
I could stay at home and live like a bum,
Or get a job far away.
Then I packed my bags and I headed out,
So I could pay my bills on time;
Everywhere I stopped, I called her up,
To tell her I'm doing fine.
I used to call her Darling, but now I call her collect,
And the operator tells her, press one if you accept;
And she better not refuse me,
'Cause I won't send my pay cheque.
I used to call her Darling, but now I call her collect.
I got me a job in Alberta,
And I sent all my pay cheques home;
I love you and I miss you , I can't wait to see you,
That's what she used to tell me on the phone.
She said I'm gonna fly out there to be in your arms,
If you got some more dough to send;
But she took all my money, my house and my car,
And ran off with my best friend.
And I sure miss my friend.
I used to call her Darling, till I got a disconnect,
The operator told me, it's time that you accept;
It was one year later, the telephone rang,
And she had the nerve to call me collect.
She started to call me Darling, until she heard a click.
She used to call me Darling, till my new Darling took a fit.
She used to call me Darling, but now she calls me collect.
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