Andrew Calhoun

My Mother, Calling Me 

©1983 Andrew Calhoun, unrecorded 

My mother, calling me 
Suppertime, and she's angry 
She decides what I can eat 
She decides where I can sleep 

My mother, calling me 
Summertime, and I'm dirty 
Bless the water, praise the soap 
Pray the Lord my soul to keep 

My mother, calling me 
Wants to play Monopoly 
Don't pass go, go straight to jail 
Watch for my Park Place hotel 

My mother calling me 
Daddy's gone, and she's lonely 
He's a no good man, lazy 
Swears he drives her crazy 

My mother calling me 
On the telephone, she's lonely 
She's afraid I'm born to lose 
Doesn't like the friends I choose 

My mother, calling me 
Late at night, she's shaky 
We say hello, we say goodbye 
We are both afraid to die 

My mother calling me 
From the fields of memory 
She is gone where I can't see 
But still we know no boundary 

My mother, calling me