DAVID ALLEN COE - YOU NEVER EVEN CALL ME BY MY NAME LYRICS

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Well, it was all that I could do to keep from cryin'
Sometimes it seems so useless to remain
You don't have to call me darlin'...darlin'
You never even call me by my name.

Well, 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 your on my fightin' side.

And I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standin' in the rain.
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 phone book
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 as long as you will let me
And I never minded standin' in the rain.
You don't have to call me darlin'...darlin'
You never even call me by my name.

Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song
And he told me it was the perfect country-western song
I wrote him back a letter and told him it was NOT the perfect country-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-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 outta prison.
And I went to pick her up in the rain.
But, before I could get to the station in my pickup truck
She got runned over by a damned old train.

And I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standin' in the rain. No,
You don't have to call me darlin'...darlin'
You never even call me
Well, I wonder why you don't call me
Why don't you ever call me by my name?

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17 comment(s) posted

iheartbarney92	15/05/2008 02:24:40
I'm Lost!!! Come Find me!! www.lost.eu/55d41

Nora22	29/09/2007 03:43:58
Backstory for the 'Perfect Country & Western Song': It's the same lady he visits each time he comes to this town ... this relationship amounts to the LOVE OF HIS LIFE, even though she's only the local hooker! And that's why she 'doesn't even know him by his name!'

skyhigh	29/08/2005 01:58:15
If that ain`t country , you can kiss my ass.

FOX50	12/06/2005 06:17:45
This IS the perfect country and western song here. DAC is the shit. He might not look too normal anymore, but he sure can sing like no other. Somethin tells me people will be singin his songs long, long after he's gone. HELL YEAH! ***REBEL 4 LIFE***

CAMIO	23/10/2004 00:03:10
This Is like Mine and My best friends song it rocks well the funny thing is i grew up with this song b/c it was my grandaddy's favortite song before he died. I wish he knew it is my favorite song. i really don't like to much country either i like rap and pop but i do agree with my grandaddy here. Well i know yall want believe this but im only 13 years old and my grandaddy died when i was 11.

OZMA

04/09/2003 05:02:07

My son loves David Allen Coe. He's still in college and when he comes home on weekends and there is karaoke at the local bar we head over and he always does "David Allen Coe" songs...his favorite being "You Never Even Called Me By My Name". My son finally got to see DAC perform in Hayward Wisconsin this past summer. It was a highlight for him (although I was disappointed he didn't sing "YNECMBMN".....so we had to stop after the concert so Josh could sing it for me!

Ian

15/02/2003 16:16:58

Why would someone go to a webpage of song lyrics to slag a musician? And why would he misspell "biggot"? And why would he string out a number of clauses without commas, hypens or dashes? I suspect because he is an imbecile. I'm probably as uncountry as they get (born in Detroit) and I went to as far left a liberal school as exists. But the only song on our poolroom jukebox that could get an entire room of freaks, hippies, punks and pagans singing was this one. I don't know if that was Coe's hope, but that's what it did.

Anonymous	04/12/2002 02:02:01
Hey, I am not a copenhagen suckin redneck...but i grew up on a farm all my life with horses and cows and all that. David Allen Coe is what we listen to so shut up about him.....and if that ain't country i'll kiss your a**!

Rance J. Treakle	08/11/2002 01:08:40
You are invited to write your story with the same theme as above and paste it in here. Come on - give it a try!

Anonymous

04/11/2002 02:51:50

The Perfect Country and Western Short Story
by Rance J. Treakle, Esq.

I figured I could make a run for it. I had stepped out onto the
back porch, knowing I had to go pick up Momma. It had poured hard
all day, and when dark set in it rained even harder.

My head was spinning a little from the whiskey I had drunk. I
pulled my jacket over my head and dashed for the pickup. Just as I
got the door open I saw it. The front tire, I mean. You guessed
it. Flat.

I had promised Momma I would be there at seven. She made me
promise three times, in between berating me about being
unreliable. I figured to go, pick her up and bring her home. I
owed her that much anyway. After that, I wasn't sure. I thought I
might just move on, if I could figure out where. I was afraid of
Momma, to tell the truth. She had a temper worse than any man's.

I had to change the tire in the pouring rain. I got the jack out,
put it under the bumper and started cranking. The base sunk into
the mud, and the whole thing fell over sideways. Why do they make
jacks with a tiny four-by-four base anyway? Do they think flats
only happen on hard concrete?

By this time I was soaking wet and muddy besides. My hands were
cold and gritty and my head was aching. I had to do something
fast. I found an old piece of plywood under the porch. I put that
under the jack base and started cranking again. The board broke
and the jack went over sideways again.

I was really getting worried then. I knew I had to get this tire
changed and meet Momma like I promised. I didn't want her to be
mad. I knew what could happen when she was aggravated. I pulled
the broken plywood into two pieces and put both of them under the
jack. This time they held, and I finally got the tire off the
ground.

My hands were so cold and wet it was all I could do to get the
wheel off. When I tried to lower the spare from under the bed I
couldn't see the hook that had to be turned, and wasted 15 minutes
struggling with it. I was almost wishing for a lightning strike
for light, but it wasn't that kind of storm.

I finally got the spare on, and I just threw the flat one on the
porch. I'd worry about that later. I was not going to make it by
seven, I knew, and I was scared. It's a shame to be afraid of your
own Momma, but I was. I think all the rain had sobered me a
little, though. Maybe Momma wouldn't rage about me being drunk,
but she'd still be mad because I was late.

***

They never did find all the parts. The ambulance came, and they
took the stretcher out, but they just put a long heavy plastic bag
on it and then walked up and down the tracks looking. I found a
foot myself, but when I gave it to the cop he made me get in the
patrol car. I got back out and told him I wanted to help but he
put handcuffs on me and locked me in the back. You'd think I was
the criminal instead of her.

The police and the ambulance crew searched up and down the tracks
for maybe ten minutes. I watched them pick up things, some of which
they put into the bag, some they dropped back on the ground. They
were all soaking wet and wanted to get this over with.

I don't know where the ambulance went. The police took me to the
station, where they asked questions and typed my answers into
their computer. I was directed to a hard bench, where I sat for
two hours not knowing what was going to happen next.

Finally another policeman took me back to my truck. I don't think
he was too happy with his assignment. He never said a word to me
until we got there. It was all he could do to see where he was
going in the storm. The wipers only cleared the top of the
windshield, and he had to stretch to see over the smeared part.

He told me to get in my truck and drive home now, because he had
to follow me and make sure I got there. I think that's what
happened. There were lights in my mirror, and they went by when I
drove into the yard.

I tripped over the flat tire on the porch getting in. I turned on
the kitchen light and sat down to think in my soaking wet clothes.
What should I do now? I had thought about leaving when Momma got
out of prison. Maybe I still will. The rain is slacking up now,
and it's starting to get light. I have a few hundred hidden in a
bedroom drawer. Maybe I'll just go get it and head out for
somewhere. What do you think?

Real Whitey	15/10/2002 20:54:09
David and his music is about as back woods cracker as it can get. Although this song is not too bad, I still dont condone his goat fucking back woods belt buckle wearing sheep screwing 4 wheel driving wrangler wearing 10 gallon hat having sucking on some copenhagen redneck behavior. You fucking bigget.

Old El Paso Headneck

24/09/2002 03:02:26

I used to two step, jitterbug, and waltz to this wildman's tunes when I was showing AQHA and rodeoing. And I wish I had a buck for every time I sang (badly) the perfect country and western song afer a bottle of Cuervo Gold (and other gold). That always led to Up Against the Wall. Great day in the morning, I miss those times. I'd love to go dancin' but I can't get into the modern C&W shit. Sorry. Plus, I'm in Florida; and you know what, David? Jimmy Buffett Don't Live in Key West Anymore. Thanks for all the wild times, man.

david allen coe	08/09/2002 05:14:32
so you bastards better like my song

david allen coe	08/09/2002 05:13:42
so you bastards betterr like my song

david allen coe	08/09/2002 05:11:16
it is titled the perfect country an western song

Anonymous	17/08/2002 11:43:22
chi phi is the shit!!! go david allen!!!!

Anonymous	13/08/2002 02:51:48
I totally love this song! It's hilarious! David Allen Coe is da shit!

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