You Never Called Me By My Name

Well it was all that I could do to keep from cryin'

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 Charley Pride

And you don't have to call me Merle Haggard anymore

Even though you're on my figtin' 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 call me by my name

Well I've heard my name a few times in your phonebook (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...

(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 percfect country and western song

Because he hadn't said anything at all about mama

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 out of prison

And I went to pick her up in the rain

But before I could get to the station in a pickup truck

She got run'd over by a damned old train

And I'll hang around...