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Please Operator (Could You Trace This Call)

Garth Brooks

The Lost Sessions

2005

[Chorus]
Please operator could you trace this call
Find out where I'm drinking
Which dirty beer hall
And send a cab driver to call for me here

Old City Bar

Trans-Siberian Orchestra

Christmas Eve and Other Stories

1996

draw

Then he followed the child
To the girl across the street
And we watched from the bar
As they started to speak
Then he called for a cab
Then

I doze off and land on the moon
In a blood red cab ahaead of the doom
Like an all black jack-o-lantern in june
Like a Corvette, passing mansions with

Everything is but a copy of a copy
You just want to be alone
I'm just cab
I'm a car in the night time
I just want to drive you home
All the points we

of the cab
She just wanna be gang so bad
She do anything for a line of the sand
She just wanna be gang so bad
She doin' all my drugs in a fuckin' cab

Prove

but bitch behave (Yeah)
Still do it for them niggas catching cabs in Bree (Ay them my niggas though)
Still do it for the bitches on a Sandton spree (Ay

And beat the hype
Lets go farther
Farther than we've ever been
Lets take a plane or taxi 
To some foreign land

So now tonight
In the back of a cab
Don't

C'mon Skeeter get in the cab
The bartender said he'd pick up the tab
That's the price you pay for the gift of the gab
So c'mon Skeeter get in the cab

And as you take your drag
I'll call the cab
Fall again for your trap
Cause all emotion you lack
Another notch in your bed
But baby, I'm not upset

There's blood on her hands
Cause she killed all of her friends
And I could try to explain
But it just wouldn't make sense
Now she asks for a cab

Seem to slow us down
White lines keep passing
Each day another town
I've got the wheel and she's got a map
Me and baby in our sleeper cab
She's got her

And decompose
Tell the blind cab driver where to go
Show him the road
Tell the blind cab driver drive you home
And not too slow
The stars mean nothing
They'll

or van?
Crusty crusty cab driver
Crusty crusty cab driver
I have fleas in my cab car
Don't sit down your bum will scar
Don't sit down your bum will scar
But

Call me a cab I had too much to drink I am so drunk that I can't even think I'm bouta Throw up all over this mink I need help baby girl just call me

Ooh
Driving with the windows down
In the back of this cab while the city shouts
We're on the way to my hotel room me and you

You find out you're a 1

But I'm in my feelings tho
Cause you hurt me so many times
So as the music keeps on grooving
I just want to take a cab! Take a cab
Get out

make you drive where you're
Never turning back
I can never turn it back

I'm in the cab
I'm underwater
I'm in her room
I'm in an ocean of her
And as I

and fly back
Uh, to my girl packing bags when we about to catch a cab
Yeah we need
(Freedom)
Oh man we could all use a little bit of freedom
Alarm going off

People waving at me, happy
Ain't even trippin
Parked the car on the street, left it limpin
Like fuck that, catch a cab or something
Gotta walk that trail

in the cab
Will you call me tomorrow
And when I'm lonely at night, will you reply to my text
I close the door to my flat, anxious for what's next

I

check it ,Aye
Lets go, Let's go to the night
Baby girl ,you're looking alright
She just wanna take her time
In the blacked out cab
Man I'm chopping them

card, and don't look back
You took my heart, now what's with that
It's push to start inside my cab

Said you'd be mine, forever and always
Now you're

out for our mom
We'd ring up the House of Hum
Taxi cabs and pizza shops
We just couldn't stop

We peaked out the window
While waiting for the show
Then

you to come through, I
Am in the backseat of a yellow cab
On my way back home
Oh tell me why
Oh tell me why you're not answering your phone