You was talkin' on that cell phone,
drivin' your Mercedes way too fast.
All of a sudden there was just dial tone.
You hit the pylons on the overpass.
Your whole life flashed before you;
from the old days in the honky tonks
to that last shot of vodka.
And all them miles in between.
George Jones, you better leave that cell phone alone.
Don't be talkin' as you try to get back home.
If you don't change your ways, my friend,
you're gonna be singin' duets with Tammy again.
Foot down heavy on the pedal,
talkin' to your daughter in the car.
Next sound you heard was twistin' metal;
another dead genius country star.
You better get your shit together,
everything's been torn in two.
Good thing your liver's made of leather,
else we'd all be mournin' the likes of you.
George Jones, you better leave that cell phone alone.
Don't be talkin' as you try to get back home.
If you don't change your ways, my friend,
you're gonna be singin' duets with Tammy again.
I heard it on the TV,
you almost stopped lovin' her today.
You better stay on that ridin' lawn mower
if you're gonna keep on carryin' on this way.
George Jones, you better leave that cell phone alone.
Don't be talkin' as you try to get back home.
If you don't change your ways, my friend,
George Jones.
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