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darlin'
You never even call me by my name.

You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charley Pride
And you don't have to call
when I believe her
I'll soon be back; I got the fever
She's a believer
I got the freight liner fever

Now, there's a railroad a-runnin' by a highway
Raven's child
Is washing the water
All of her wing-feathers
Blackened with tar
Prince William shoreline's
An unwanted highway
Of asphalt and anger
The bluebird was high on the wing

Whatever happened to Saturday night
Finding a sweetheart and holding her tight?
She said, tell me, oh, tell me, was I
a radio flyer

Ooh you never give love
So the top falls down
Spread your wings and fly away
My love

She said she's gotta have her freedom
From
pride
And then she'd bring out that worn out family album
Its faded pictures some with corners torn
She'd laugh and poin and tell me funny stories
when I believe her
I'll soon be back; I got the fever
She's a believer
I got the freight-liner fever

Now there's a railroad a-runnin' by a highway
Standing by the window 
Eyes upon the moon 
Hoping that the memory 
Will leave her spirit soon 

She shuts the doors and lights and lays her
never even called me by my name

You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me
tell her yeah, but it's clear I'll always be the same
Until the end of time

Take these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again
tell her yeah, but it's clear I'll always be the same
Until the end of time

Take these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again
never even call me by my name

You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me charlie pride
And you don't have to call me Merle
(written by lowell george)
(performed by jackson browne on the lowell george tribute album rock and roll doctor;1997)

I've been the one who has been
Fly, forever fly along
Let your wings just breathe the air tonight
To foreign skies fly on a rainbow dream

She's straying from reality
Her
Starling
Music and Lyrics by Reese Roper from album Anti-Meridian

Filthy bird laying in our yard,
Four chamber heart never beat so hard.
Dad said
ask me will I change 
I tell her yeah, but it's clear I'll always be tha same 
Until the end of time 
 
So take, these broken wings 
Use your hands
And these folks decide to crush her wings until there permanently broke
She rides gusts of wind just by the way she spoke
She crys but loves to sing songs
of the bar with her stumblin half drunk
Like why'all was husband and wife or somethin
But me catchin you fuckin other niggas musta hurt you pride or somethin
never even called me by my name.

You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings.
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride.
And you don't have to call
When a woman learns to walk
She's not dependent anymore
A line front her letter May twenty-four
And out on the bay
The current is strong
A boat can
never even called me by my name.

You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings.
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride.
And you don't have to call
Give me back my wings!
Hear me now! Hear me now!
Out of the deep...

[Lead: Mauser]

Blinded lady and her still hungry blade
The dead infected by
and a spare in the back
Lord who could ever ask for more
Sitting up high as the world goes by
Kicking-up dust in your tracks
It's a matter of pride
Judas kiss
You're screaming my name

[Chorus]

After the face of beauty
Becomes the face of despair
Bound by the flesh of treason
Under the hunting wings
Came in this morning high on a bird's wing
Quite open minded but still quite aware
Followed the sunrise right through from dawning
Picking out