You Didn’t Try To Call Me [Live at Fillmore Auditorium, 6/25/66]

You didn't try to call me
Why didn't ya try, didn't ya try
Didn't ya know I was lonely?
No matter who I take home
I keep on callin' your name
And you . .
I need you so bad
'Cause you're The One babe

Tell me, tell me
Who's lovin' ya now
'Cause it worries my mind
And I can't sleep at all
I stayed home on Friday
Just to wait for your call
And you didn't try to call me

Why didn't ya try, didn't ya try
Didn't ya know I was lonely?
No matter who I take home
I keep on callin' your name
And you . .
I need you so bad
'Cause you're The One, babe

Tell me, tell me
Who's lovin' ya now
'Cause it worries my mind
And I can't sleep at all
I stayed home on Friday
Just to wait for your call

I can't say what's right or what's wrong
But I love you
All ya gotta do is call me, babe
'Cause I want you

You make me feel
So excited, girl
I got so hung up on you
From the moment that we met
That no matter how I try
I can't keep the tears
From running down my face
I'm all alone in my place

You didn't try to call me
Why didn't ya try, didn't ya try
Didn't ya know I was lonely?
(Baby . . . )
Why didn't ya try, didn't ya try
(I said I love you, oh girl!)
I stayed home all afternoon, baby
(I need you, I need you)
I was polishing my car
(I need you, girl)
And there I was, I was watching television
You didn't try to call me
Momma, why don't you dig me anymore?
We were always really close together in study hall
And now it seems as though our teenage love is all shot to shit, baby
What is it?
Don't I use enough rose oil on my pompadour?
I don't know what the fuck's the matter, man
I been trying so hard!
I, I tried and I tried and I tried
And then I tried over again
About, oh, fifteen or sixteen times
All I wanted to do was get in your pants, baby
What is it?
Don't you love me anymore?
Girl!

Ray Collins: Thank you

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