The lyrics as sung by Doc Watson are significantly different. He and David Holt will be at the Ozark Folk Center on Saturday night, but unfortunately I have other commitments for the evening. Otherwise I would make it a point to ask Doc what his source for the lyrics was. I like his version better. The Telephone Girl as sung by Doc Watson on Legacy, High Windy 1258, 2002 Here of late I feel so strange I'm happy and I'm sad The way my feelings are sometimes I think they'll drive me mad A pretty little girl with frizzy curls Came here a week ago To work upon the telephone And sh'said, hello, hello Hello, hello, her sweet hello Her voice like music rings It's sweeter than the whippoorwill That in the moonlight sings As the bell boy here at this hotel I'm always on the go And then she'll ring that telephone And say hello, hello I haven't spoken to her yet I've been in such a daze Although sometimes she looks at me With a sort of a distant gaze That I feel so weak, I cannot speak My heart is beating so And then she'll ring that telephone And say hello, hello I see her as she walks along In sunshine and in rain I can hear her midst the jangle Of the elevated train I'd buy for us a little place Where honeysuckles grow She could meet me at the garden gate And say hello, hello In about a year, she married me And then we settled down In a pretty little bungalow Not very far from town At night as I go home from work My heart is beating so She'll kiss me at the door And say . . . hello . . . hello . . . hello
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