Phone Call From Leavenworth - Blues Traveler

They hold me here much longer

Probably go mad all by myself

Now I really need somebody

Said I really need somebody’s help

Why does a man up in the judgment chair

Got his ass and God’s right arm in some double pair, alright

Walkin' a frozen line

A western winter be hail and rain

Way back in New York this mornin'

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

When I thought I saw Jesus coming down

He came through the concrete baby

He came through them walls without no sound

Now I mean concrete walls that ain’t no clay

I closed my eyes and he slipped away, alright

They look at you sideways

They call no man by his Christian 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 willin' to pay

I’m down in Leavenworth prison now

I do not count no days