Two longs three shorts our crank phone rang when someone called to talk You could hear that single phone line hum and the hand receiver squawk
We all were on a party line, about ten farms or so
Those darned old phones would barely work in heavy rains or snow
We’d get a call from someone, as we talked of farms and sin
We could hear some other phones click on as neighbors listened in
Patty’s pregnant, Mike left Joan, Frank’s bull just won first prize
Sometimes we heard the neighbors laugh or gasp in stunned surprise
Gladys Mace was “Central” that you rang one long to get
For that small group of neighbors, she was like the Internet
“Three cars drove slow up by Earle’s pond ”, the caller wondered why
“That’s city people hunting deer”, came back her terse reply
“We heard some shots, there’s flashing lights on the hill by Raymond Brown.”
“That’s Sheriff Van Wie and the State Police, they’re hunting Rocco down.”
Four shorts would call Clarence Ellis and Glenny, Doris and Paul
Four longs would get Cook’s General Store, and it wasn’t in a mall
Two longs, one short got Hallecks, and David and Flora Dell
And there wasn’t any limit to the stories folks would tell
Otis shot a rabid fox, our dog fell off the tower
A Marine on leave has hit a tree at ninety miles an hour
Aggie Hubbard slipped and fell, she broke her hip and leg
And where’s the best price you can get to buy or sell some eggs
Chicken pox and whooping cough, young kids were caught with beer
LaVerne has just shot Russell’s goat, he thought it was a deer
Wayne’s in bed, we think it’s flu, he’s got a real bad cough
A Grand Gorge boy’s been torn apart by a tractor power take-off
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