You Didn’t Try To Call Me [Live at Fillmore Auditorium, 6/25/66]

Lyrics

You didn't try to call me Why didn't ya try, didn't ya try Didn't ya know I was lonely? No matter who I take home I keep on callin' your name And you . . I need you so bad 'Cause you're The One babe Tell me, tell me Who's lovin' ya now 'Cause it worries my mind And I can't sleep at all I stayed home on Friday Just to wait for your call And you didn't try to call me Why didn't ya try, didn't ya try Didn't ya know I was lonely? No matter who I take home I keep on callin' your name And you . . I need you so bad 'Cause you're The One, babe Tell me, tell me Who's lovin' ya now 'Cause it worries my mind And I can't sleep at all I stayed home on Friday Just to wait for your call I can't say what's right or what's wrong But I love you All ya gotta do is call me, babe 'Cause I want you You make me feel So excited, girl I got so hung up on you From the moment that we met That no matter how I try I can't keep the tears From running down my face I'm all alone in my place You didn't try to call me Why didn't ya try, didn't ya try Didn't ya know I was lonely? (Baby . . . ) Why didn't ya try, didn't ya try (I said I love you, oh girl!) I stayed home all afternoon, baby (I need you, I need you) I was polishing my car (I need you, girl) And there I was, I was watching television You didn't try to call me Momma, why don't you dig me anymore? We were always really close together in study hall And now it seems as though our teenage love is all shot to shit, baby What is it? Don't I use enough rose oil on my pompadour? I don't know what the fuck's the matter, man I been trying so hard! I, I tried and I tried and I tried And then I tried over again About, oh, fifteen or sixteen times All I wanted to do was get in your pants, baby What is it? Don't you love me anymore? Girl! Ray Collins: Thank you FZ: We'd like to bring up our traveling dance troupe, our ballet company, the Mothers Ballet Company, otherwise known as the Cherry Sisters Cherry or Jean: Cherry Sisters? FZ: In a hot little number called "I'm Not Satisfied." One, two, one, two, three, four . .