Roberts-Hillman Drivin' in my car down to the corner bar I'm gonnna get real drunk and crazy before I'm through And when I've had my fill and you know I will Baby then I'll get my message home to you Can't you hear me calling Can't you hear me calling Oh it seems as though I've wasted too much time Can't you hear me calling Can't you hear me calling Lord I'm about to lose my mind I pulled back into town before the sun went down I spent twenty-four hours behind the old jail door And the judge said son, I know you've had your fun But I better not catch you have-not anymore Can't you hear me calling Can't you feel me falling Oh, things that I've gone through that make you mine Can't you hear me calling Can't you feel me falling Lord I'm about to lose my mind