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It was all that I could do to keep from cryin'
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Sometimes it seems so useless to remain
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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 Charlie Pride.
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You don't have to call me Merle Haggard, anymore.
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Even though your on my fightin' side.
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CHORUS
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And I'll hang around as long as you will let me
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And I never minded standin' in the rain.
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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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I've heard my name a few times in your phone book
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I've seen it on signs where I've laid
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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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CHORUS...
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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 it was NOT the perfect
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country and western song because he hadn't said anything about
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Momma, 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
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it to me and after reading it, I realized that my friend had written
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the perfect country and western song. And I felt obliged to include it
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on this album. The last verse goes like this here:
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Well, I was drunk the day my Mom got outta 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 my pickup truck
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She got runned over by a damned old train.
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CHORUS:
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So I'll hang around as long as you will let me
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And I never minded standin' in the rain. No,
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You don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
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You never even call me, I wonder why you don't call me
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Why don't you ever call me by my name.
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You Never Even Call Me By My Name
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David Allen Coe |