Roberts-Hillman
Drivin´ in my car down to the corner bar
I´m gonnna get real drunk and crazy before I´m through
And when I´ve had my fill and you know I will
Baby then I´ll get my message home to you
Can´t you hear me calling
Can´t you hear me calling
Oh it seems as though I´ve wasted too much time
Can´t you hear me calling
Can´t you hear me calling
Lord I´m about to lose my mind
I pulled back into town before the sun went down
I spent twenty-four hours behind the old jail door
And the judge said son, I know you´ve had your fun
But I better not catch you have-not anymore
Can´t you hear me calling
Can´t you feel me falling
Oh, things that I´ve gone through that make you mine
Can´t you hear me calling
Can´t you feel me falling
Lord I´m about to lose my mind