phone, keys, wallet (from my phone) Lyrics by Lainey Wilson
When I’m 10 minutes late
Rushing like a hurricane through the house
Might leave the iron plugged in
But I got the surefires ironed out
Can’t fit ’em all in my pocket
But I got a little list of go-tos
And that’s Jesus, Jones, Mama
My phone, keys, wallet, and you
Boy, you know I’d lose my head
If it wasn’t attached
Got a couple screws loose
Be up a creek if I ever forget
What keeps the ground
Underneath my two boots
I’d be out of luck, lost
If I ever up and lose
And that’s Jesus, Jones, Mama
My phone, keys, wallet, and you
I reach for ’em in the morning
At night I’m getting better sleep
When you’re laying in my bed
And the rest are all there at arm’s length
If it all went to hell,
Lord knows what the hell I’d ever do
Without Jesus, Jones, Mama
My phone, keys, wallet, and you
Boy, you know I’d lose my head
If it wasn’t attached
Got a couple screws loose
Be up a creek if I ever forget
What keeps the ground
Underneath my two boots
I’d be out of luck, lost
If I ever up and lose
Yeah, Jesus, Jones, Mama
My phone, keys, wallet, and you
Boy, you know I’d lose my head
If it wasn’t attached
Got a couple screws loose
Be up a creek if I ever forget
What keeps the ground
Underneath my two boots
I’d be out of luck, lost
If I ever up and lose
Yeah, Jesus, Jones, Mama
My phone, keys, wallet, and you
Jesus, Jones, Mama
My phone, keys, wallet, and you