A popular song from 1957. Words and music by Herb Zane and Lee Pines.
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(Atlanta, Georgia, Five, One-Five-Eight-Six)
Hurry, operator, if you please
(Yes ma’m, Atlanta, Georgia, Five, One-Five-Eight-Six)
I want to put my mama’s heart at ease
(Sure, operator, I’ll wait
But what can I say to mama after all these years?)
I’ll say, “Hello, mama?
Is that really you on the phone?”
I’ll say, “Hello, mama?
Your little boy’s comin’ home
I’m tired of trav’lin’ this forty-eight
I miss you so much, mama, I can hardly wait
Mama! Oh! Mama!
Your little boy is comin’ home
I’ll say, “Hello, mama?
Fix the things that I like best
Remember, mama, fried chicken
Corn bread and the rest
I’m tired of trav’lin from town to town
When I get home, mama
I’m gonna settle down
Mama! Oh! mama!
Your little boy is comin’ home
“What’s that, operator? No answer there at all?
Well try Missus Brown, her girl friend
She lives across the hall
Tell her to tell my mama to hurry
Hurry to the phone
I wanna tell my mama that her boy’s comin’ home
Lord! Oh! Lord!
Is what that lady said really true?
Lord! Oh! Lord!
She said mother’s up in Heaven with you
There were the words of the lady next door
She said I can’t see mother no more
Lord! Oh! Lord!
What’s the use in goin’ home?