Well, it was all
That I could do to keep from crying'
Sometimes it seemed so useless to remain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even call me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me LeAnn Rimes
And you don't have to call me Merle Haggard anymore
Even though you're on my fighting' side
So, I'll hang around as long as you will let me (let me, let me, let me, 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
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 judgment day
So, I'll hang around as long as you will let me (let me, let me, let me, let me)
And I never minded standing' in the rain
But you don't have to call me darlin'
You never even called me by my name
Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song
I don't know Steve Goodman, but I do right now
And he told me it was the perfect Country & Western song
And I, I wrote him back and I told him
It was not the perfect Country & Western song
'Cause it didn't say anything about mama
Or trucks or trains or prison or getting drunk
Well he sat down and wrote another verse to the song
And he sent it to me
And by God I tell ya my friend had written
The perfect Country & Western song
It goes something like this:
Well, I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison
And I went to pick her up in the rain
But before I could get to the station in my pickup truck
What happened y'all? (she got run ned over by a damned old train)
So, I'll hang around as long as you will let me (let me, let me, let me, let me)
And I never minded standing' in the rain
You don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even call me
I wonder why you don't call me
You don't ever even call me by my name