"Austin" by Blake Shelton

She left without leavin' a number,
Said she needed to clear her mind.
He figured she'd gone back to Austin,
'Cause she talked about it all the time.
It was almost a year, before she called him up.
Three rings, an an answering machine, is what she got.

If your calling 'bout the car, I sold it.
If this is Tuesday night, I'm bowlin'.
If you've got somethin' to sell, your wastin' your time, I'm not buyin'.
If it's anybody else, wait for the tone, you know what to do.
And P.S. If this is Austin, I Still Love You.

The telephone fell to the counter,
She heard but she couldn't beleive.
What kinda man, would hang on that long? What kind of love, that must be.
She waited three days, and then she tried again.
She didn't know what she'd say,
But she heard three rings and then:
If it's Friday night, I'm at the ball game.
And first thing Saturday, if it don't ring,
I'm headed out to the lake
and I'll be gone, all weekend long. But I'll call you back, when I get home, on Sunday afternoon.
And P.S. If this is Austin, I Still Love You.

Well this time she left her number, but not another word.
Then she waited by the phone on Sunday evening, and this, is what he heard.

If your calling 'bout my heart, it's still yours.
I should've listened to it a little more.
Then it wouldn't have taken me so long, to know where I belong.
And by the way, boy, this is no machine your talkin' to,
Can't you tell, this is Austin,
And I Still Love You.
I Still Love You.