Phone Call From Leavenworth Lyrics - Singles - Chris Whitley

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