| Song | You Never Even Called Me By My Name |
| Artist | David Allan Coe |
| Album | For The Record- The First 10 Years |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Goodman | |
| It was all that I could do to keep from cryin' | |
| Sometimes it seems so useless to remain | |
| 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 Charlie Pride. | |
| You don't have to call me Merle Haggard, anymore. | |
| Even though your on my fightin' side. | |
| CHORUS | |
| And I'll hang around as long as you will let me | |
| And I never minded standin' in the rain. | |
| You don't have to call me darlin', darlin' | |
| You never even call me by my name. | |
| I've heard my name a few times in your phone book | |
| I've seen it on signs where I've laid | |
| But the only time I know, I'll hear David Allan Coe | |
| Is when Jesus has his final judgement day. | |
| CHORUS... | |
| 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 told him it was NOT the perfect | |
| country and western song because he hadn't said anything about | |
| Momma, or trains, or trucks, or prison, or gettin' drunk. | |
| Well, he sat down and wrote another verse to the 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 Mom got outta prison. | |
| And I went to pick her up in the rain. | |
| But, before I could get to the station in my pickup truck | |
| She got runned over by a damned old train. | |
| CHORUS | |
| So I'll hang around as long as you will let me | |
| And I never minded standin' in the rain. No, | |
| You don't have to call me darlin', darlin' | |
| You never even call me, I wonder why you don't call me | |
| Why don't you ever call me by my name. |
| zuo ci : Goodman | |
| It was all that I could do to keep from cryin' | |
| Sometimes it seems so useless to remain | |
| 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 Charlie Pride. | |
| You don' t have to call me Merle Haggard, anymore. | |
| Even though your on my fightin' side. | |
| CHORUS | |
| And I' ll hang around as long as you will let me | |
| And I never minded standin' in the rain. | |
| You don' t have to call me darlin', darlin' | |
| You never even call me by my name. | |
| I' ve heard my name a few times in your phone book | |
| I' ve seen it on signs where I' ve laid | |
| But the only time I know, I' ll hear David Allan Coe | |
| Is when Jesus has his final judgement day. | |
| CHORUS... | |
| 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 told him it was NOT the perfect | |
| country and western song because he hadn' t said anything about | |
| Momma, or trains, or trucks, or prison, or gettin' drunk. | |
| Well, he sat down and wrote another verse to the 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 Mom got outta prison. | |
| And I went to pick her up in the rain. | |
| But, before I could get to the station in my pickup truck | |
| She got runned over by a damned old train. | |
| CHORUS | |
| So I' ll hang around as long as you will let me | |
| And I never minded standin' in the rain. No, | |
| You don' t have to call me darlin', darlin' | |
| You never even call me, I wonder why you don' t call me | |
| Why don' t you ever call me by my name. |
| zuò cí : Goodman | |
| It was all that I could do to keep from cryin' | |
| Sometimes it seems so useless to remain | |
| 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 Charlie Pride. | |
| You don' t have to call me Merle Haggard, anymore. | |
| Even though your on my fightin' side. | |
| CHORUS | |
| And I' ll hang around as long as you will let me | |
| And I never minded standin' in the rain. | |
| You don' t have to call me darlin', darlin' | |
| You never even call me by my name. | |
| I' ve heard my name a few times in your phone book | |
| I' ve seen it on signs where I' ve laid | |
| But the only time I know, I' ll hear David Allan Coe | |
| Is when Jesus has his final judgement day. | |
| CHORUS... | |
| 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 told him it was NOT the perfect | |
| country and western song because he hadn' t said anything about | |
| Momma, or trains, or trucks, or prison, or gettin' drunk. | |
| Well, he sat down and wrote another verse to the 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 Mom got outta prison. | |
| And I went to pick her up in the rain. | |
| But, before I could get to the station in my pickup truck | |
| She got runned over by a damned old train. | |
| CHORUS | |
| So I' ll hang around as long as you will let me | |
| And I never minded standin' in the rain. No, | |
| You don' t have to call me darlin', darlin' | |
| You never even call me, I wonder why you don' t call me | |
| Why don' t you ever call me by my name. |