Well it was all that I could do to keep from crying
Sometimes it seems so useless to remain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me Merle Haggard anymore,
Even though you're on my fightin' side
And I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standing in the rain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name
Well I've heard my name a few times in your phone book
(Hello, Hello)
And I've seen it on signs where I've played
But the only time I know I'll hear David Allan Coe
Is when Jesus has his final Judgement Day
So, I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standing in the rain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name
(spoken:)
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 I told him it was not the
perfect country and western song because he hadn't said
anything at all about momma, or trains, or trucks,
or prison or gettin' drunk Well, he sat down and
wrote another verse to this 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 momma got out of prison,
And I went to pick her up in the rain-ac