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Phone Call from Leavenworth
Chris Whitley
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Now, they hold me here much longer Probably go mad all by myself Now, I really need somebody Said, I really need somebody's help, yeah Why does a man up in the judgment chair Got his ass, God's right arm In some double pair? Alright Walkin' a frozen line A western winter, be hail and rain Way back in New York this mornin' There ain't no one there Who ever gonna remember my name Now when the sun comes up Mama, you should know That now I just don't care no more, alright Three o'clock this morning I thought I saw Jesus coming down He came through the concrete, baby He came through them walls without no sound And I say, concrete walls, that ain't no clay I closed my eyes, watched him slip away, alright They look at you sideways They call no man by his Christian name His natural born name All you got is your backbone to lean on You can expect no help from your brain Now when a man wants reason He best be willing to pay I'm down in Leavenworth Prison, now And I do not count no days Said, when a man wants reason He best be willing to pay I'm down in Leavenworth Prison now And I do not count no days Phone call from Leavenworth A phone call from Leavenworth
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