Hi, Greg - Somebody at the Mudcat Cafe requested this song. Gene Graham e-mailed me an MP3, and I transcribed it. -Joe Offer, Sacramento, California- Ê DON'T PAY THE RANSOM, HONEY (Songwriter: Dalton Roberts) Last night I stopped off for a beer on my way home And I saw this broken-hearted sweet thing, cryin' all alone My tender heart was deeply touched at the sight of a woman's tears So I said, "Hi, there," and pulled up a chair And I ordered us a couple of beers. We must have dropped a gallon of brew, When I looked at my watch, it was half past two And I suddenly realized I hadn't even called my wife And knowin' what would happen to me when I got home I nearly broke my neck gettin' to a phone And here's what I told her in an effort to save my life. CHORUS Don't pay the ransom, honey, I've escaped Considerin' what I've been through, I'm in good shape Well, my wrists and ankles are a little sore from the tape, Don't pay the ransom, honey, I've escaped Now, if you get tied up somewhere tonight on your way home In a poker game or with a good-lookin' dame, and it slips your mind to phone Don't blow your cool like a crazy fool and tell your woman where you've been Your situation requires imagination, and I've got a suggestion, my friend. Tell her &. CHORUS Hi, Greg - Somebody at the Mudcat Cafe requested this song. Gene Graham e-mailed me an MP3, and I transcribed it. -Joe Offer, Sacramento, California- Ê DON'T PAY THE RANSOM, HONEY (Songwriter: Dalton Roberts) Last night I stopped off for a beer on my way home And I saw this broken-hearted sweet thing, cryin' all alone My tender heart was deeply touched at the sight of a woman's tears
So I said, "Hi, there," and pulled up a chair And I ordered us a couple of beers. We must have dropped a gallon of brew, When I looked at my watch, it was half past two And I suddenly realized I hadn't even called my wife And knowin' what would happen to me when I got home I nearly broke my neck gettin' to a phone And here's what I told her in an effort to save my life. CHORUS Don't pay the ransom, honey, I've escaped Considerin' what I've been through, I'm in good shape Well, my wrists and ankles are a little sore from the tape, Don't pay the ransom, honey, I've escaped Now, if you get tied up somewhere tonight on your way home In a poker game or with a good-lookin' dame, and it slips your mind to phone Don't blow your cool like a crazy fool and tell your woman where you've been Your situation requires imagination, and I've got a suggestion, my friend. Tell her &. CHORUS