Callin’ My Maker

Calling to my maker

Help me get on down that road

Call my dear old mother to tell her I’m coming back

Well I hope she ain’t gone up yonder

While my train ran off the track

Callin to my maker help me get on down the road

There’s a woman claims she loves me

I wonder if she’ll cry for me

Somewhere up above me

I pray that there’s a space for me

Oh whiskey took all my smiles and surely poisoned my blood

I’ve searched so many miles I’ve forgotten where I stood

I’m calling to my maker help me get on down the road

Calling to my maker help me get on down the road