Chris Whitley

Phone Call From Leavenworth

Chris Whitley


They hold me here much longer 
Probably go mad all by myself 
Now I really need somebody 
Said I really need somebody's help 
Why does a man up in the judgement chair 
Got his ass and 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 
When I thought I saw Jesus coming down 
He came through the concrete baby 
He came through them walls without no sound 
Now I mean concrete walls that ain't no clay 
I closed my eyes and he slipped away - alright 
They look at you sideways 
They call no man by his Christian 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 willin' to pay 
I'm down in Leavenworth prison now 
I do not count no days