Phone Booth - Albert King

I’m in a phone booth, baby

Number scratched on the wall

I’m in a phone booth, baby

Number scratched on the wall

I’m new in Chicago

Got no one else to call

Been walkin' all day

For old friends, I can’t find

Heart’s so cold

Had to buy me some wine

Calling you, baby

Took my very last dime

I’m in a phone booth, baby

Number scratched up on the wall

I’m in a phone booth, baby

Number scratched on the wall

I’m new in Chicago

Got no one else to call

Said, call Big Rita

Anytime, day or night

You know I’m broke and I’m cold, baby

And I hope you’ll treat me right

I’m in a phone booth, baby

With the cold wind right outside