You Never Even Call Me by My Name - Live at Gruene Hall

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