Toll Booth Blues

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jon miller
music and lyrics by jon miller

Lyrics

 Stuck inside my booth, I sometimes find much spare time to think about it.

So many say so many things; I sincerely and seriously got to doubt it.

As cars go by and some say “hi,” I hope you understand why I’ve got to shout it.

 

I’ve got the toll booth blues, baby.

And I don’t know what I’m gonna do.

I’ve got the toll booth blues, baby.

Can you hear me cause I’m talking to you.

 

A car pulls in; a song fades in. I move into the groove just for the moment.

The toll is paid and change is made; the song is gone, they roll on. Sucks now don’t it?

Then my ears, they switch their gears as a customer comes crawling right behind it.

 

I’ve got the toll booth blues, baby.

And I don’t know what I’m gonna do.

I’ve got the toll booth blues, baby.

Can you hear me cause I’m talking to you.

 

Coming and going, I can’t hear a song.

Coming and going, I can’t go along.

Coming and going, some times I wish I would.

Coming and going, Do you think I could?

 

The hardest time, if you don’t mind, I think I’d like to open up and share with.

She moved in, grooving; wild eyes, wide smile saying come with.

Hearts stopped, looks locked; I think I found the girl to see the world with.

 

There comes a beep, this guy in a Jeep. Got somewhere to go and in a hurry.

She waved goodbye. I so want to try to say in someway something, but it’s blurry.

She drove away and to this day, I watch and wait for that woman from Missouri.

 

I’ve got the toll booth blues, baby.

And I don’t know what I’m gonna do.

I’ve got the toll booth blues, baby.

Can you hear me cause I’m talking to you.

Stuck inside my booth, I sometimes find much spare time to think about it.

So many say so many things; I sincerely and seriously got to doubt it.

As cars go by and some say “hi,” I hope you understand why I’ve got to shout it.


I’ve got the toll booth blues, baby.

And I don’t know what I’m gonna do.

I’ve got the toll booth blues, baby.

Can you hear me cause I’m talking to you.


A car pulls in; a song fades in. I move into the groove just for the moment.

The toll is paid and change is made; the song is gone, they roll on. Sucks now don’t it?

Then my ears, they switch their gears as a customer comes crawling right behind it.


I’ve got the toll booth blues, baby.

And I don’t know what I’m gonna do.

I’ve got the toll booth blues, baby.

Can you hear me cause I’m talking to you.


Coming and going, I can’t hear a song.

Coming and going, I can’t go along.

Coming and going, some times I wish I would.

Coming and going, Do you think I could?


The hardest time, if you don’t mind, I think I’d like to open up and share with.

She moved in, grooving; wild eyes, wide smile saying come with.

Hearts stopped, looks locked; I think I found the girl to see the world with.


There comes a beep, this guy in a Jeep. Got somewhere to go and in a hurry.

She waved goodbye. I so want to try to say in someway something, but it’s blurry.

She drove away and to this day, I watch and wait for that woman from Missouri.


I’ve got the toll booth blues, baby.

And I don’t know what I’m gonna do.

I’ve got the toll booth blues, baby.

Can you hear me cause I’m talking to you.