Austin is one of the most popular songs of the time. Austin lyrics written by David Kent / Kirsti Manna. This song has sung by Blake Shelton
| Singer | Blake Shelton |
| Released | 2001 |
| Album | Blake Shelton |
| Tuning | E A D G B E |
Austin Song Lyrics
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 and an answering machine is what she got…
*****
If your callin’ ’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 believe
What kind of 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 rain
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
When she waited by the phone on Sunday evening
And this is what he heard…
*****
If your callin’ ’bout my heart it’s still yours
I should have 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….
Austin Song Chords
She left without leaving a number,
Said she needed to clear her mind.
He figured she’d gone back to
It was almost a year, before she called him up.
Three rings and an answering machine,
Is what she got:
If you’re calling ’bout the car, I sold it.
If this is Tuesday night, I’m bowling.
If you’ve got something to sell, you’re wastin’ your time,
I’m not buyin’.
If it’s anybody else, wait for the tone,
You know what to do.
I still love you.
The telephone fell to the counter.
She’d heard, but she couldn’t believe.
What kind of 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
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.
I still love you.
Well, this time she left her number,
But not another word.
Then she waited by the phone on Sunday evening,
If you’re calling ’bout my heart,
It’s still yours.
I should listen to it a little more.
Then it wouldn’t have taken me so long
To know, where I belong.
I still love you….
