Texty: Reba McEntire. Reba Duets. Sleeping With The Telephone.
I knew who he was when I took his name
But some how knowing is just not the same late at night
He knows the danger but he does what he does
He calls it duty but I call it love
So here I am while he?s gone to some foreign land
And I cry ?cause I?m all alone
And the nights get so cold and long
And I try not to think he won?t come home
But I?m sleeping with the telephone
The yellow ribbon on my neighbor?s gate
Always reminds me that someone?s awake just like me
I hear the sirens and I watch the news
He laughs and leaves with his gun and his blue uniform
And I pray God keeps him safe from harm
And I cry ?cause I?m all alone
And the nights get so cold and long
And I try not to think he won?t come home
But I?m sleeping with the telephone
I lose him in my darkest dreams
And my blood runs cold and my heart skips a beat
So I get up, I can?t take anymore
And sometimes I hate how much I love him
But everyday I love him more
And I try not to think he won?t come home
But I?m sleeping with the telephone
Something wakes me from where he should be
I reach for him, the telephone rings
But some how knowing is just not the same late at night
He knows the danger but he does what he does
He calls it duty but I call it love
So here I am while he?s gone to some foreign land
And I cry ?cause I?m all alone
And the nights get so cold and long
And I try not to think he won?t come home
But I?m sleeping with the telephone
The yellow ribbon on my neighbor?s gate
Always reminds me that someone?s awake just like me
I hear the sirens and I watch the news
He laughs and leaves with his gun and his blue uniform
And I pray God keeps him safe from harm
And I cry ?cause I?m all alone
And the nights get so cold and long
And I try not to think he won?t come home
But I?m sleeping with the telephone
I lose him in my darkest dreams
And my blood runs cold and my heart skips a beat
So I get up, I can?t take anymore
And sometimes I hate how much I love him
But everyday I love him more
And I try not to think he won?t come home
But I?m sleeping with the telephone
Something wakes me from where he should be
I reach for him, the telephone rings
Reba Mcentire
Reba Duets
Reba Mcentire