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Honey there’s a lot of things I’ll drink to Because a lot of things seem the same But I know when I’m in trouble Because you call me by my name I’m not much of a sun bather More a fighting man instead And when you get on my fighting side I’d rather stay home in bed Staring up at the ceiling Praying that I don’t die Or worse you’ll catch me first Instead of staring at the sky And topping up your tan Please don’t think it’s a shame It’s the life I love to live Drinking by other people’s names You can call me D or Hinton Or maybe something a little more out of choice It’s all the same really to me It’s only words put together by a voice But darling when your voice gets angry Whether we be drinking or playing cards That’s when your voice really hits me And the words come down oh so hard I could deal with you never calling me I’m just an outlaw you couldn’t tame But this lion turns into a mouse When I hear you call my name I just have this inkling, that the only time I’ll hear Daniel Stuart Hinton, per se Is when Jesus has his glorious Final judgement day Because you never ever call me And I really think I could deal with the pain But I know I’ve done something wrong When you call me by my name.
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May 27, 2012
May 27, 2012 at 10:22 AM UTC
You Never Call Me By My Name
Honey there’s a lot of things I’ll drink to Because a lot of things seem the same But I know when I’m in trouble Because you call me by my name I’m not much of a sun bather More a fighting man instead And when you get on my fighting side I’d rather stay home in bed Staring up at the ceiling Praying that I don’t die Or worse you’ll catch me first Instead of staring at the sky And topping up your tan Please don’t think it’s a shame It’s the life I love to live Drinking by other people’s names You can call me D or Hinton Or maybe something a little more out of choice It’s all the same really to me It’s only words put together by a voice But darling when your voice gets angry Whether we be drinking or playing cards That’s when your voice really hits me And the words come down oh so hard I could deal with you never calling me I’m just an outlaw you couldn’t tame But this lion turns into a mouse When I hear you call my name I just have this inkling, that the only time I’ll hear Daniel Stuart Hinton, per se Is when Jesus has his glorious Final judgement day Because you never ever call me And I really think I could deal with the pain But I know I’ve done something wrong When you call me by my name.
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English
May 27, 2012
May 27, 2012 at 10:22 AM UTC
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