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'