[Intro: lone electric guitar, voicemail beep, spoken low] Hey. It's me again. You don't have to call back. [Verse 1: slow, sung] I'm sitting at a weigh station outside Kingman, and the light just turned to green Said I'm sitting at a weigh station outside Kingman, baby, the light just turned to green They weighed every pound I'm hauling, but they missed the heaviest thing [Spoken: over sparse guitar] It's Tuesday, I think. Paper towels to Phoenix. Saw a sign for the town where we got the flat that time. You were eight. You called it the town where the tire died. [Verse 2: sung] Saw a girl at the truck stop counter, laughing with your mama's laugh Saw a girl at the truck stop counter, she was laughing with your mama's laugh Had to set my coffee down and wait for my hands to come back [Chorus: band swells, guitar answers] They weigh the load at every station Wave me on if I come in light Ain't nobody built a scale for what I'm hauling So I'm calling you again tonight Pick up, pick up Or don't, baby, that's alright I'll be talking to the tone At the weigh station tonight [Verse 3: sung, lower] I missed your recital, I was hauling lettuce down through Tennessee Missed you in your cap and gown, told myself dispatch needed me That ain't a reason, baby, it's a story that I told And a man can tell a story till the story's all he holds [Spoken: voicemail, tired] Your mama says you're doing fine. I'll take fine. Fine is good. Okay. That's all. Drive safe, if you drive. [Chorus: band swells, guitar answers] They weigh the load at every station Wave me on if I come in light Ain't nobody built a scale for what I'm hauling So I'm calling you again tonight Pick up, pick up Or don't, baby, that's alright I'll be talking to the tone At the weigh station tonight [Guitar Solo: slow, aching bends, organ underneath] [Spoken: voicemail beep, then quiet] Called you from Amarillo. Your greeting changed. [Verse 4: sung, barely holding it] Your greeting's changed, there's a baby laughing somewhere in the back Said your greeting's changed, baby, there's a little one laughing somewhere in the back You said we can't come to the phone right now, and baby, I heard the we in that [Spoken: under the guitar] I sat in the scale house lot an hour. Played it till my phone died. [Bridge: sung, tender, band drops low] I ain't asking you to call me back Ain't asking you to say Just teach him how to pump his arm When the big rigs pass his way 'Cause one of them might be me, baby Leaning on that horn For every call you didn't answer And every one I missed since you were born [Final Chorus: full band, then pulls back] They weigh the load at every station Wave me on when I come in light Ain't nobody built a scale for what I'm hauling But it's a little lighter tonight Pick up, pick up Or don't, baby, that's alright I'll be talking to the tone At the weigh station tonight [Outro: spoken, guitar fades, voicemail beep] Light's green. They're waving me on. Kiss him for me. Tell him the horn was me.
