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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, yeahWhy does a man up in the judgment chair
Got his ass, God's right arm
In some double pair? AlrightWalkin' 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 nameNow when the sun comes up
Mama, you should know
That now I just don't care no more, alrightThree o'clock this morning
I thought I saw Jesus coming down
He came through the concrete, baby
He came through them walls without no soundAnd I say, concrete walls, that ain't no clay
I closed my eyes, watched him slip away, alrightThey 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 brainNow when a man wants reason
He best be willing to pay
I'm down in Leavenworth Prison, now
And I do not count no daysSaid, when a man wants reason
He best be willing to pay
I'm down in Leavenworth Prison now
And I do not count no daysPhone call from Leavenworth
A phone call from Leavenworth

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A man of rare poetic honesty, singer-songwriter Chris Whitley (1960-2005) maintained a resolute musical integrity throughout his career. His 12 albums, ranging from raw-boned folk-rock to lush electro-blues, had the thread of intense emotion and constant invention running through them. Whitley was born in Houston, Texas. Though relatively unknown to the mainstream, he worked with many top named musicians throughout his career.

Read more about Chris Whitley on Last.fm.


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