Well it was all that I could do to keep from cryin'
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Sometimes it seemed so useless to remain
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But you don't have to call me darlin' darlin'
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You never even call me by my name
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You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
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And you don't have to call me Charley Pride
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And you don't have to call me Merle Haggard anymore
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Even though you're on my figtin' side
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And I'll hang around as long as you will let me and I never minded standing in the rain
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But you don't have to call me darlin' darlin' you never even call me by my name
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Well I've heard my name a few times in your phonebook (hello hello)
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And I've seen it on signs where I've played
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But the only time I know I'll hear David Allan Coe
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Is when Jesus has his final judgement day
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So I'll hang around...
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(Well a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song
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And he told me it was the perfect country and western song
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I wrote him back a letter and told him
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It was not the percfect country and western song
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Because he hadn't said anything at all about mama
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Or trains or trucks or prison or gettin' drunk
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Well he sat down and wrote another verse to the song and he sent it to me
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And after reading it I realized
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That my friend had written the perfect country and western song
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And I felt obliged to include it on this album the last verse goes like this here)
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Well I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison
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And I went to pick her up in the rain
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But before I could get to the station in a pickup truck
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She got run'd over by a damned old train
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And I'll hang around...
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You Never Called Me By My Name
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| David Allan Coe |
