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# Return-path: <jacobw@andromeda.tamu.edu> ribtm@ttacs.ttu.edu Message-id: <9407221324.AA09860@andromeda.tamu.edu> MIME-version: 1.0 X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL22] Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-length: 2550 You Don't Even Call Me By My Name by: DAVID ALLAN COE
CIt was all that I could Gdo to keep from crCyin' SometiFmes it seems so useless to reCmain FYou don't have to call me darlin',C darlin' You never even caGll me by my nCame.
YCou don't have tGo call me Waylon JenCnings ACnd you don't have to cGall me Charlie PrCide. YFou don't have to call me Merle HaCggard, anAmymore. EDven though your on my fightin' sGide.
CHORUS
And I'll hFang around as long as you will lCet me ACnd I never minded staGndin' in the rCain. YFou don't have to call me darlin'C, darlin' You never even cGall me by my nCame. G
I've heard my name a few times in your phone book I've seen it on signs where I've laid But the only time I know, I'll hear David Allan Coe Is when Jesus has his final judgement day. CHORUS... then: the spoken part below has this played in the background: (the numbers are complete bars) C-2 G-4 C-2 G-2 C-1 G-1 and then C to finish out the rest. Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song and he told me it was the perfect country and western song I wrote him back a letter and told him it was NOT the perfect country and western song because he hadn't said anything about Momma, or trains, or trucks, or prison, or gettin' drunk. Well, he sat down and wrote another verse to the song and he sent it to me and after reading it, I realized that my friend had written the perfect country and western song. And I felt obliged to include it on this album. The last verse goes like this here: Well, I was drunk the day my Mom got outta prison. And I went to pick her up in the rain. But, before I could get to the station in my pickup truck She got runned over by a damned old train. CHORUS: So I'll hang around as long as you will let me And I never minded standin' in the rain. No, You don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
YCou never even cGall me, I woCnder why you don't cFall me Why dCon't you ever cGall me by my nFame. C F C
Jacob Wilson (jacobw@andromeda.tamu.edu)