Chris Whitley
Phone Call From Leavenworth
They hold me here much longerProbably go mad all by myselfNow I really need somebodySaid I really need somebody's helpWhy does a man up in the judgement chairGot his ass and God's right arm in some double pair - alrightWalkin' a frozen lineA western winter be hail and rainWay back in New York this mornin'There ain't no one there who ever gonna remember my nameNow when the sun comes upMama you should knowThat now I just don't care no more - alrightThree o'clock this morningWhen I thought I saw Jesus coming downHe came through the concrete babyHe came through them walls without no soundNow I mean concrete walls that ain't no clayI closed my eyes and he slipped away - alrightThey look at you sidewaysThey call no man by his Christian nameAll you got is your backbone to lean onYou can expect no help from your brainNow when a man wants reasonHe best be willin' to payI'm down in Leavenworth prison nowI do not count no days
From Letras Mania