Bob Dylan – Call Letter Blues: Lyrics and Music Video
Call Letter Blues Lyrics
Well, i walked all night long
Listenin’ to them church bells tone
Yes, i walked all night long
Listenin’ to them church bells tone
Either someone needing mercy
Or maybe something i’ve done wrong
Well, your friends come by for you
I don’t know what to say
Well, your friends come by for you
I don’t know what to say
I just can’t face up to tell ’em
Honey, you just went away
Well, children cry for mother
I tell them, “mother took a trip”
Well, children cry for mother
I tell them, “mother took a trip”
Well, i walk on pins and needles
I hope my tongue don’t slip
Well, i gaze at passing strangers
In case i might see you
Yes, i gaze at passing strangers
In case i might see you
But the sun goes around the heavens
And another day just drives on through
Way out in the distance
I know you’re with some other man
Way out in the distance
I know you’re with some other man
But that’s alright, baby
You know i always understand
Call girls in the doorway
All giving me the eye
Call girls in the doorway
All giving me the eye
But my heart’s just not in it
I might as well pass right on by
My ears are ringin’
Ringin’ like empty shells
My ears are ringin’
Ringin’ like empty shells
Well, it can’t be no guitar player
It must be convent bells
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