A hundred callings
mostly dumb as dirt
Most likely one says
I'm a lose my shirt
Trying not to take
anyone else down
Somehow I never know
this is a mean town
the friend that called me
for a bad loan
my axe my amp
Yeah ought to atone
my dad's banjo oh surely
long gone
heads up old pal
this is your last song
Wait for the call
I wrote my own self
a rolodex
left on the top shelf
a number I never
Knew I had
when it picks up
I sure will be glad
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