My brother Jimmy my other brother Jack. Went off down to Houston and they never come back. Mama wasn't gonna let her baby go yet. But there ain't nobody hirin' back in Lafeyette. I'm workin' all week for the Texaco check. Sun beatin' down on the back of my neck. Tried to save my money but Jimmy says no. Says he's got a little honey on Telephone Road. Chorus:. Come on come on come on let's go. This ain't Louisianna. Your Mama won't know. Come on come on come on let's go. Everybody's rockin' out on Telephone Road. Telephone Road is ten miles long. Fifty car lots and a hundred honky-tonks. Jukebox blastin' and the beer bottles ring. Jimmy banging on a pinball machine. Chorus. Mama never told me about nothin' like this. I guess Houston's 'bout a big as a city can get. Sometimes I get lonesome for Lafeyette. Someday I'm goin' home but I ain't ready yet. Chorus