Letra My lover won't call Edith Frost

My lover won't call

I won't be goin'
I won't be goin'
I won't be goin' to the city
I won't be leavin' at all
There's work to do on the old collection
I'm sure that my lover won't call
I'm sure that my lover won't call

I've picked up the last of the boxes
And I've counted a hundred or more
I'll be glad when they take them away from my home
I won't see his face anymore
I'll never be seeing his face anymore
I won't be goin'
I won't be goin'

These crows are flying around my old lies
They're tapping away at my door
My vision is foggy
My hands, they are aching
My lover won't call me no more
My lover, he never will call me no more
I packed up the last of the boxes
And I know there's a hundred or more
So I call up the landlord and shut off the phone
I won't hear his voice anymore
I'll never be hearing his voice anymore

These crows are flying around me
They're tapping away at my door
My vision is foggy
My hands, they are shakin'
My lover won't call me no more
My lover, he never will call me no more

I won't be goin'
I won't be goin'
I won't be goin'
I won't be goin'