Phone Call from Leavenworth

And they hold me here much longer

Probably go mad all by myself

And now I really need somebody

Said I really need somebody's help, yeah

Well, there's a man up in the judgement chair

Got his ass, God's right arm, and some double hair, alright

I walk in the frozen lane

The western wind to the hail and rain

Way back in New York this morning

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

Came through the walls without no sound

Now it's a concrete wall, there 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

I said when a man wants reason he best be willing to pay

Down in Leavenworth prison and I do not count no days

Phone call from the Leavenworth

A phone call from Leavenworth