| Operator, can you help me, |
| Help me if you please. |
| Give me the right area code |
| And the number that I need. |
| My rider left upon the midnight flyer, |
| Singin' like a summer breeze. |
| I think she’s somewhere down South, |
| Down about Baton Rouge, |
| But I can’t remember no number; |
| A number I can use. |
| Directory don’t have it, central done forgot it, |
| I’ve gotta find a number to use. |
| Try’na check out her number, |
| Try’na run down her line. |
| Operator said that’s priv’ledged information, |
| And it ain’t no busines of mine. |
| It’s floodin' down in Texas, poles are out in Utah, |
| Gotta find a private line. |
| She could be hangin' 'round a steel mill, |
| Workin' in a house of few lights. |
| Ridin' a getaway bus out of Portland, |
| Talkin' to the night. |
| I don’t know where she’s goin', I don’t care where she’s been, |
| Long as she’s been doin' it right. |
| Long as she’s been doin' it right. |