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Call you up on the telephone, noone answer Call again, it rings, I call again Think of stopping by or stopping in But never leave home Tripping back and forth between the bar and home Looking back and forth at what I done Collected bottle caps and soggy scraps of high life label peelings Running tabs, a running up and down the walls again Climbing up the slang on stalls again Somethin 'bout good times tonight and baby Jesus Your letters are the ladder I climb rung by rung To claw my way up to the gates of heaven The sketches and scratches you draw drunk and alone Give me the map that I follow back home Send me home, take me home, I gotta get, I gotta go Cut me up, cut me off, kick me, I'm a busy man I got a schedule to keep Where's my data, where's my gun, where's my hat, I'm madder thana...where's my phone, where's my fax, Can't look past you're hacking at the forest but you never hit a tree Letras de cancionesTell me one more time, tell me once more, promise that I'll listen But I can't be promis-isn' I'll be baking cakes Or building you no castles by the sea Good little lady you driving me crazy Why don't you swing my way and find you seat Your lipstick is lazy your eyes are all hazy But there's somethin' behind the whiskey whispers you speak That rocks me to sleep [Woman]: There must be something terribly wrong with me Sometimes I feel like I haven't learned anything Good little lady you driving me crazy Why don't you swing my way and find you seat Your lipstick is lazy your eyes are all hazy But there's somethin' behind the whiskey whispers you speak That rocks me to sleep From Letras Mania