Why Haven't I Heard From You - Reba McEntire

Back in 1876 an ol' boy named Bell

Invented a contraption that we know so well

By the 1950's they were 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 say 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 forwarding and call waiting

You can even call collect

The service man he told me that my phone is working fine

And I’ve come to the conclusion trouble isn’t with my line

I’m sure the operator will be glad to put you thru

So dial zero for assistance 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 say 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 nothin' about

So tell me why, haven’t I heard from you

Tell me why, haven’t I heard from you

I say now: Darlin', honey, what is your excuse

Why haven’t I heard from you

So tell me why, haven’t I heard from you

Tell me why, haven’t I heard from you

I say now: Darlin', honey, what is your excuse

Why haven’t I heard from you