Lyrics

Hey! We sat beneath the bridge at dawn We didn't say very much Mr. Brant and his one-legged daughter And her wooden crutch We drank a bottle and a half that night Watched the river in the moonlight Her skin like the rippling water And her hair up tight Dishing out the wine, my friend, he said "Which way is Mae West?" I said "don't look at me, 'cause Your guess is as good as mine"  We drank a toast, a toast, a toast And I fell in the lake I said "how many times must I Make this mistake?" Well, you can call on me, but Call me the son Well, you can call on me, but Call me the son Cash crashing in the register drawer We took to the hills (Crash, crash, ca-rash) Jack was taking everything he could 'Cause he had got the chills For three days and three nights I couldn't get no sleep And I began to wonder how much Longer we could keep Well, you can call on me, but Call me the son Well, you can call on me, but Call me the son My papa owned a .44 He was there when the war was won I was born in '71 I shined down from day one Oh Maybelline, why can't you be true? From Arkansas to Oregon From Baltimore to New Orleans You can call You can call You can call You can call You can call You can call on me, but Call me the son