Reba McEntire Why Havent't Heard From You Lyrics

Well back in Eighteen Seventy-six an ol' boy named Bell
Invented a contraption that we know so well
By the Nineteen Fifty's they're in everybody's home
As a crazy little thing they call the telephone
Now there's one on every corner, in the back of every bar
You can get one in your briefcase, on a plane or in your car
So tell me why, haven't I, heard from you
Tell me why, haven't I heard from you
I said now darlin', honey, what is your excuse
Why haven't I heard from you
Well there's no problem gettin' to me
Baby you can dial direct
I got call forward and call waiting
You can even call collect
The service man he told me that my phone was workin' fine
And I have come to the conclusion the trouble isn't with my line
I'm sure the operator will be glad to put you through
So dial zero for a__istance if this all confuses you
So tell me why, haven't I, heard from you
Tell me why, haven't I, heard from you
I said now darlin', honey, what is your excuse
Why haven't I heard from you
There better been a flood, a landslide of mud
A fire that burns up the wires
And a thunder so loud with a black funnel cloud
A natural disaster I know nothing about
Tell me why, haven't I, heard from you
Tell me why, haven't I, heard from you
I said now darling, honey, what is your excuse
Why haven't I heard from you
Tell me why, haven't I, heard from you
Tell me why, haven't I, heard from you
I said now darling, honey, what is your excuse
Why haven't I heard from you