Chris Whitley Phone Call From Leavenworth Lyrics

Phone Call From Leavenworth Lyrics

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