Back to Top

Quit Calling Me from Jail (Last Call Version) Video (MV)






Blood on the Saddle - Quit Calling Me from Jail (Last Call Version) Lyrics




My mother didn't raise me to be no jailbird
Doing time ain't her idea of a steady job
County jail is not the place she wants to find me
A prison jumpsuit ain't what she wants me to wear

I didn't have to be a doctor or a lawyer
Could've been any honest trade that I might choose
Instead of standing here in line with my meal tray
Never having nothing but the blues

Please quit calling me from jail, son
To raise you right I know I failed
Still it breaks my heart to know you're in there
Please quit calling me from jail

I might of had a business suit and a briefcase
A pretty wife, a bank account, a brand new car
Instead of being a low down drunken loser
Wondering how in the hell did I get here

Oh, you will never know how much it hurts me
Just to think my oldest boy is behind bars
All I hope is that your brother and your sister
Will not follow the path you are on

Please quit calling me from jail, son
To raise you right I know I failed
I have done all I could do for you
Please quit calling me from jail
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




My mother didn't raise me to be no jailbird
Doing time ain't her idea of a steady job
County jail is not the place she wants to find me
A prison jumpsuit ain't what she wants me to wear

I didn't have to be a doctor or a lawyer
Could've been any honest trade that I might choose
Instead of standing here in line with my meal tray
Never having nothing but the blues

Please quit calling me from jail, son
To raise you right I know I failed
Still it breaks my heart to know you're in there
Please quit calling me from jail

I might of had a business suit and a briefcase
A pretty wife, a bank account, a brand new car
Instead of being a low down drunken loser
Wondering how in the hell did I get here

Oh, you will never know how much it hurts me
Just to think my oldest boy is behind bars
All I hope is that your brother and your sister
Will not follow the path you are on

Please quit calling me from jail, son
To raise you right I know I failed
I have done all I could do for you
Please quit calling me from jail
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Gregory Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


Tags:
No tags yet