(Kinky Friedman)



From a cheap hotel in Dallas

On a cold December day

A telegram was traveling on its way

LiKe a sad old song from somewhere

In the distance of a dream

Flashing ‘cross the darkness

On the telegraph machine.



It said, “From Billy,” at the bottom, “To Baby,” at the top

Western Union Wire — “Please help me” — stop.

Western Union Wire — “Don't leave me.” — stop.



Well, the taxicab it took her

To the airport in the dawn,

She knew in just an hour she'd be gone.

She was standing near the platform

‘Bout to board the big Pan Am

When someone came

And put the lonely message in her hand.



It said, “From Billy,” at the bottom, “To Baby,” at the top

Western Union Wire — “Please help me” — stop.

Western Union Wire — “Don't leave me.” — stop.



Headin' high above Chicago

Just a-reachin' for the skies

She found herself with teardrops in her eyes.

And a little boy beside her asked her,

“Mama, where is Pop ?”

And she just broke down a-cryin'

‘Cause she knew she couldn't stop.



It said, “From Billy,” at the bottom, “To Baby,” at the top

Western Union Wire — “Don't leave me.” — stop.

“Ah, you said you'd always love me — how could you ?” — stop,

“In pieces on the runway — I love you.” — stop.