I love the way you walk
I love the way you walk
I love the way you walk, Oh my babe, I got my eyes on you
I see ya every day
I see ya every day
I see ya every day, Oh my babe, I got my eyes on you
(guitar solo)
I love to see ya switch
I love to see ya switch
I love to see ya switch, Oh my babe, I got my eyes on you
You've Got Dimples on your jaw
You've Got Dimples on your jaw
You've Got Dimples on your jaw
Bougainvillea, sing your song
For my lover, for my love
I need
Sweet Bougainvillea
Let her wear your flowers in her hair
You will always be
Always be our love song
She was so afraid
To give her heart away
Now before she even knows
I hold her close to me
Sweet Bougainvillea
Let her know, she€™s me*
* also could be "Let her know, she's free"
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by Willie Dixon
Copyright
Words and Music by Willie Cobbs
Copyright 1962, 1990 Frederick Music Company and Katrina Music
You don't love me, pretty baby,
you don't love me, yes I know.
You don't love me, pretty baby
you don't love me, yes I know.
Well if you leave me, pretty baby
don't you know you're gonna hurt me so.
Well I'm gonna tell my mother,
I'm gonna talk to my father too.
Well I'm gonna tell my sweet mother,
I'll have a word with my father too.
Well I'm gonna tell everybody,
what those young girls will do to you.
Goodbye now, pretty baby,
if I don't see you no more.
Lord, goodbye now, pretty baby,
if I never see you no more.
Well if you think I'll be your fool, Lord,
you better be on your merry way.
By Dickey Betts, Mike Lawler & Johnny Cobb
Copyright 1981 Pangola Publishing Co
Transcribed by Paul Gongola
You're coming back into my life
After all this time apart
After my heart has been broken in two
Now you wanna turn around and go back through
All the hurt, all the pain
I'm not sure it could ever be the same
'Cause two rights can't make up for one wrong
I've spend so many nights alone
One kiss can't make it disappear
Even though you're here tonight
Baby two rights can't make up for hurting someone
I guess you think it's all a game
Someone gets hurt, someone gets blamed
You don't seem to realize
There's someone else
In my eyes
'Cause two rights can't make up for one wrong
I've spend so many nights alone
One kiss can't make it disappear
Even though you're here tonight
Baby two rights can't make up for hurting someone
You're the one who wanted to play the field
Now you can't find a love that's real
It's your game, but it's no fun
When you end up the lonely one
'Cause two rights can't make up for one wrong
I've spend so many nights alone
One kiss can't make it disappear
Even though you're here tonight
Baby two rights can't make up for hurting someone
by Dickey Betts and David Goldflies
(c) 1979 EMI Blackwood Music Inc.
Well I just can't believe it's time for leavin',
Even though I've been deceivin' you,
Guess I guessed that I've been through it wrong again, baby,
Though I remember when I fell in love with you.
Don't you think we oughta try it one more time,
Baby I'm not gonna let you go this easy,
Don't you think we oughta try it one more time,
Oh I just can't get you outta my mind.
After all this time we've been together,
It just ain't right to throw it all away,
Yes I know we have seen some stormy weather,
Though I know tomorrow's gonna be a brand new day.
Don't you think we oughta try it one more time,
Baby I'm not gonna let you go this easy,
Don't you think we oughta try it one more time,
Oh I just can't get you outta my mind.
by Dickey Betts and Warren Haynes
(c) 1990 CBS Records, Inc.
Instrumental
By Gregg Allman & Keith England
Copyright 1981 Elijah Blue Music
Transcribed by Paul Gongola
Well here you come again
Claiming to be my long lost friend
I can tell you're wearing thin
You're trying to play those same old evil tricks again
No, no nobody
Not even you, babe
No, no nobody
Is gonna do the things you used to do
A wise man tried to warn me
But I would not hear a word
Just can't say that I feel badly
About all the bridges I have burned
No, no nobody
Not even you, babe
No, no nobody
Is gonna do the things you used to do
If you knew someone like I know you
You can hear their footsteps
And know exactly who they are
You ain't worthy my time or money
Much less my heart
Yet here you are again
Who the hell do you think you are
You've got a million dollar smile
And a half-a-dollar soul
You're a living lesson baby
And your story's getting old
No, no nobody
Not even you, babe
No, no nobody
Is gonna do the things you used to do
by Gregg Allman, Cain, Schon
Copyright 1994 Sony Music Entertainment, Inc.
Transcribed by Ed Luskey
Like the hopeful dreams of many, he had everything and more,
A lovely wife and children, all the things worth fighting for.
He knows, there was still, still, something missing in his life.
Though he promised to be faithful, he was good at telling lies.
He had an eye for young girls, he would steal some on the side.
Oh no, he just could not be satisfied.
It's a game of all or nothing, there is nowhere safe to run,
Someone might just pull the trigger, cause temptation is a gun.
He met her at a night club, on the other side of town.
Somehow he could not resist her, she's the best he'd ever found.
She knows, she found her ticket to the other side.
It's a game of all or nothing, there is nowhere safe to run,
Someone might just pull the trigger, cause temptation is a gun.
His foolish ways seem harmless, but his world was so divine,
Cause at home they know his secrets, they've heard all his alibis.
As he tries to face his feelings, he can't justify his crimes,
Now comes the final ending, of the dreams he once held sacred deep inside.
He can kiss it all good-bye.
It's a game of all or nothing, there is nowhere safe to run,
Someone might just pull the trigger, cause temptation is a gun.
Oh, ummmm, ya baby, ahhhh temptation is a gun.
Temptation is a gun, All or nothing, all or nothing.
by Billy Joe Shaver
Sweet mama, lay your burden down,
Sweet mama, lay your burden down,
Just let me tell you 'bout some truth in life I've found,
Sweet mama, lord. set yourself right down.
Lord, pride, it ain't worth a US dime, lord no,
Well pride, it ain't worth a poor man's time
And it's misery to be so jealous all the time
Sweet mama, lord, be kind to your mind.
Sweet mama, lay your burden down,
Oh sweet mama, lord lay them trophies down,
You know it ain't no good to be givin' me that same old run-around,
Cause sweet mama, lay your burden down.
Sweet mama, lord, you're so feelin' fine
And I know that you think this is just a line,
But I only put these words into this little song,
To try, lord, and help us get along.
By Dickey Betts & Johnny Cobb
Copyright 1981 Pangola Publishing Co
Transcribed by Paul Gongola
You've heard every line before
My life's a revolving door
With no way out and no way in
You know just what's on my mind
Could you take a chance one more time
Maybe we could start all over again
Straight from the heart
Baby my love
Your eyes can't tell a lie
I can see what you're feeling inside
Don't give up before we start
'Cause this time love is
Straight from the heart
I know what they're telling you
I wish I could say that it's not true
Love is so hard to find
But I never took the time
I never let you in
Please let me try again
Straight from the heart
Your eyes can't tell a lie
I can see what you're feeling inside
Don't give up before we start
'Cause this time love is
Straight from the heart
I thought I knew about love
But I didn't know at all
Didn't take the time to see
Until I started to fall
Straight from the heart
They call it Stormy Monday
But Tuesday's just as bad.
They call it Stormy Monday
But Tuesday's just as bad.
Lord, and Wednesday's worse
And Thursday's all so sad.
The eagle flies on Friday,
Saturday I go out to play.
The eagle flies on Friday,
Saturday I go out to play.
Sunday I go to church,
Gonna kneel down and pray.Lord have mercy,
Lord have mercy on me.
Lord have mercy,
Lord have mercy on me.
Though I'm tryin' and tryin' to find my baby,
Won't someone please send her home to me.
by Gregg Allman and Berry Oakley
Copyright 1972 Unichappell Music Inc. and Elijah Blue Music (BMI)
I recall once upon a time,
Livin was so easy and I felt so fine.
But, my, my, my right before my very eyes,
Satan came with fire to burn me,
Wouldn't listen when they warned me.
A dagger in my back while she's calling me honey,
Wouldn't stand back, for neither love nor money.
Thirty minutes after my ship set sail,
She put up a sign and my house began to wail.
But, why, why, why I couldn't see it in my little girl's eyes?
She had such a way to fool me, Lord she had a way to fool me.
And I would ask the woman, ";Can you find it in yourself to please stand back?
You ain't gonna rule me.";
Just when all began to fade,
I reached out, threw the Ace of Spades.
I put her on a train to the Everglades.
Now that it's all over and gone,
Somehow I just don't feel so alone.
But, lie, lie, lie it seemed like such a waste of time.
She did not ever seem to know me,
But, now it's much too late to show me.
But, if I ever see that woman walkin down the street I'll just stand back,
And try to move away slowly.
Oh, yeah.
by Willie Dickson
Could be spoonful of diamonds
Could be spoonful of gold
But I want a spoon ot your precious love
To satisfy my soul
CHORUS
Men lies about it
Some are wild about it
Some dies without it
Everythings right about spoonful
That spoon,that spoon,that spoonful
That spoon,that spoon,that spoonful
Could be spoonful of coffee
Could be spoonful of tea
But I want a spoon of your precious love
That's good enough for me
CHORUS
Men lies about it
Some are wild about it
Some dies without it
Everythings right about spoonful
That spoon,that spoon,that spoonful
That spoon,that spoon,that spoonful
.
Could be a spoonful of water
Searching from the desert sand
But just a spoon of that fortifies
Saved you from another man
CHORUS
Men lies about it
Some are wild about it
Some dies without it
Everythings right about spoonful
That spoon,that spoon,that spoonful
That spoon,that spoon,that spoonful
by Dickey Betts
(c) 1973 & 1974 No Exit Music Co., Inc.
Well I'm Southbound, Lord I'm comin' home to you.
Well I'm Southbound, baby, Lord I'm comin' home to you.
I got that old lonesome feelin' that's sometimes called the blues.
Well I been workin' every night, travelin' every day.
Yes I been workin' every night, traveling every day.
You can tell your other man, sweet daddy's on his way.
Aww, ya better believe.
Well I'm Southbound.
Whoa I'm Southbound.
Well you can tell your other man, Sweet daddy's on his way.
(Guitar solo)
Got your hands full now baby, as soon as I hit that door.
You'll have your hands full now woman, just as soon as I hit that door.
Well I'm gonna make it on up to you for all the things you should have
had before.
Lord, I'm Southbound.
Yes I'm Southbound.
Whoa I'm Southbound, baby.
Said I'm Southbound.
Well I'm gonna make it on up to you for all the things you should
have had before.
(Piano solo)
(Guitar solo)
by Gregg Allman and Daniel Toler
(c) 1980 EMI Blackwood Music Inc.
So long, I hope our paths meet again some day.
Oh, but who's to say, who's to say, where or when?
And I'll be hopin' that it'll be real, real soon.
Yeah, I'll be hopin' that you'll be there sharin'
My little cozy bedroom.
We've been together down that long and lonesome road.
The happiness we've shared was through each other
And it's a doggone shame such a beautiful thing,
Should have to fade away,
Not too many people ever had what we had,
To throw it all away is oh, so sad. So long, so long.
So long. I believe our paths may cross again.
And I thank the Lord, thank the Lord,
that this time we parted friends.
So for this time, so long, so long, so long, so long.
Every day I try so hard to know your mind
And find out what's inside you
Time goes on and I don't know just who you are
Or how I'm going to find you
You can do whatever you please
The world's waiting to be seized
You can collect all neglect
Or all the self-respect you need, what you need
And I know... and I know... and I know
Your mind's guaranteed
It's all you'll ever need
So what do you want with me?
We live but once
But good things can be found around
In spite of all the sorrow
If you see black
You can't look back
You can't look front
You cannot face tomorrow
Some have it nice
Fat and round, flash, paradise
They're very wise to their disguise
Trying to revolutionize tomorrow
And I know... and I know... and I know
Your mind's guaranteed
It's all you'll ever need
So what do you want with me
(Keith Relf - Jim McCarty - Paul Samwell-Smith)
Verse 1:
Shapes
Of things before my eyes
Just teach me to despise
Will time make man more wise
Verse 2:
Here
Within my lonely frame
My eyes just hurt my brain
But will they seem the same
Chorus:
Come tomorrow
Will I be older
Come tomorrow
May be a soldier
Come tomorrow
Will I be bolder
Than today?
Verse 3:
Now
The trees are almost green
But will they still be seen
Where time and tide have been
Verse 4:
Fallen
Into your passing hands
Please don't destroy these lands
Don't make them desert sands
[repeat chorus]
Guitar solo:
Verse 5:
Soon
I hope that I will find
Loves deep within my mind
That won't disgrace my kind
by The Allman Brothers Band
from Seven Turns
Seven turns on the highway,
Seven rivers to cross.
Sometimes, you feel like you could fly away,
Sometimes, you get lost.
And sometimes, in the darkened night,
You see the crossroad sign.
One way is the mornin light,
You got to make up your mind.
Somebody's callin your name.
Somebody's waiting for you.
Love is all that remains the same,
That's what it's all comin to.
Hey, yeah.
Runnin wild out on the road,
Just like a leaf on the wind.
How in the world could you ever know,
We'd ever meet again?
Seven turns on the highway,
Seven rivers to cross.
Sometimes, you feel like you could fly away,
Sometimes, you get lost.
Somebody's callin your name.
Somebody's waitin for you.
Love is all that remains the same,
That's what it's all comin to.
Somebody's callin your name.
Somebody's waitin for you.
Love is all that remains the same,
That's what it's all comin to.
Somebody's callin your name.
Somebody's waitin for you.
Somebody's callin your name.
That's what it's all coming to.
by Dickey Betts
(c) 1979 EMI Blackwood Music Inc.
Sunset colors, all across the bay.
Finds me here alone at the end of one more day.
Skipping stones across the water.
Wonder why I ever thought you'd stay.
Palm trees sway in the evening breeze.
Sing a lullabye of sweet love to me.
Sailboat, sail away into the amber sky.
And I wonder why I ever thought you'd stay.
Sail on, sail away.
May all your dreams come true one day.
Sail on, sail away.
I wonder why I ever thought you'd stay.
Sail on, sail away.
May all your dreams come true one day.
Sail on, sail away.
I wonder why I ever thought you'd stay.
I wonder why I ever thought you'd stay.
Sail on, sail away.
Sail on, sail away.
Sail on, sail away.
Sail on, sail away.
Walk me out in the morning dew, my heart
Walk me out in the morning dew, my heart
You know I can't walk you out in the morning dew, my heart
You know I can't walk you out in the morning dew, my heart
Thought I heard a young girl cry, yeah
Thought I heard a young girl cry, yeah
No you didn't hear no young girl cry at all
No you didn't hear no young girl cry
[solo]
Thought I heard a young girl cry, yeah
Thought I heard a young girl cry, yeah
No you didn't hear no young girl cry
No you didn't hear no young girl cry at all
Now there is no morning dew
Now there is no morning dew
What they've been saying all these years as come true
What they've been saying all these years as come true
Got no morning dew, woh
(Chorus)Lord, I was born a ramblin' man,
Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can.
And when it's time for leavin',
I hope you'll understand,
That I was born a ramblin' man.
Well my father was a gambler down in Georgia,
He wound up on the wrong end of a gun.
And I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus
Rollin' down highway 41.
CHORUS
I'm on my way to New Orleans this mornin',
Leaving out of Nashville, Tennessee,
They're always having a good time down on the bayou,
Lord, them Delta women think the world of me.
CHORUS
(Repeat and Fade)
When the rain comes,
They run and hide their head,
Might as well be dead,
When the rain comes,
When the rain comes.
When the sun shines,
They slip into the shade,
Drink their lemonade,
When the sun shines,
When the sun shines.
Rain, I don't mind, I dont mind.
Shine, the weather is fine.
I can show you,
When i starts to rain,
Everything's gonna be the same, yeah,
I can show you, I can show you.
Rain, I don't mind, I don't mind.
Shine, the weather is fine.
by Gregg Allman
Copyright 1970 Unichappell Inc. and Elijah Blue Music (BMI)
Take one last look... before you leave,
'cause oh, somehow it means so much to me.
And if you ever need me, you know where I'll be.
So please call home... if you change your mind.
Oh, I don't mind.
I guess I saw it comin'... day by day.
But oh, I could not stand the failure.
Before you leave, there's just one thing I must say.
Please call home... if you change your mind.
Oh, I don't mind.
And I know, that you're used to runnin'.
Oh you're lost baby, and I ain't funnin'.
But oh, when you call to me, well, I'll come runnin'
safe to your side... again I'll confide... in you.
So go on, I won't say no more.
My heart ain't in it, but I'll hold the door.
But just remember, what I said before.
Please call home... if you change your mind.
by Dickey Betts
(c) 1979 EMI Blackwood Music Inc. and Pangola Publishing Company
Instrumental
by Dickey Betts
Copyright 1991 Sony Music Entertainment, Inc.
Transcribed by Ed Luskey
Nobody knows about what's going on,
with the world and the steel,
the flesh and the bone.
River keeps flowing and the grass still grows,
and the spirit keeps going, nobody knows.
Poets they come and the poets they go,
politicians and preachers they all claim to know.
The words that are written and the melody's played,
as the years turn their pages, they all start to fade.
The oceans still move with the moon and the sky,
the grass still grows on the hillside.
Got to believe in believing,
got to believe in a dream,
freedom is ever deceiving,
never turning out to be what it seems.
It's amazing how fast our lives go by,
like the flash of the lightning or the blink of an eye.
We all fall in love, and we fall into life,
we look for the truth on the edge of a knife.
Heavens turn around the river still flows,
spirit keeps going, nobody knows.
Words that are written and melody's played,
as the years turn their pages, it all start to fade.
Oceans still move with the moon and the sky,
the grass still grows on the hillside.
Got to believe in believing,
got to believe in a dream,
freedom is ever deceiving,
never turning out to be what it seems.
by Gregg Allman
Copyright 1975 Allbro Music, Unichappell Music Inc. and Elijah Blue Music
Lay a hand full of marked cards,
I played the last game.
Well, all the time you know,
that everybody's doin' the same.
Ain't it cruel, now, baby
how life is full of such shame? But
Chorus:
Nevertheless, I can't keep myself from lovin' you, no.
Nevertheless, I can't keep myself from lovin you, [naw/no]
With that loaded gun you seem to
Have so much fun.
Scarin' hell outta people that you
Claim you love.
Cannot find no reason why you're
Doin' the things you do.
Chorus
Well, I get so tired of makin' reservations for you.
And even my good friends call me,
Make me feel the fool.
But then I find no reason why you're
Doin' the things you do.
Chorus
Need Your Love So Bad
John Mertis
Fort Knox Music Inc. (BMI) & Trio Music Co. Inc. (BMI)
I need someone's hand to lead me through the night
Need someone's arms, to love and squeeze me real tight.
And when the lights are low, when it's time to go,
I need your love so bad.
I need some soft lips to hold so close to mine
Need someone to stand up and tell me when I'm lyin
When the lights are low, and when it's time to go,
I need your love so bad.
So give it up, and bring it on home to me.
Oh you can write it on a paper so it can be read to me.
Tell me you love me, stop drivin' me mad,
Cause I need your love so bad.
I needed some voice, to take me through the night,
Don't you worry baby, I will not fuss and fight.
Well listen to my plea, now bring it on home to me,
Cause I need your love so bad.
Well, I need your love soooo bad.
Soooo bad. So baaad. Soooooo bad.
Oh-oh
Walking in the midnight rain
Thought I heard a southbound train
Call your name
Nancy
Walking in the rain all day
Guess there wasn't nobody goin' my way
They didn't stop at all
But I will get back to you if I have to crawl
Nancy I told you in my letter
Things didn't appear to be no better at all
And this ol' highway's a hell of a line
Nancy I just spent my last dime to make this call
Oh Nancy
I'll get back to you if I have to crawl
Oh yeah
[solo]
Oh yeah, mmmmm
I left my home for a job in the city
It's a crying shame
It's a pity
It ain't livin' at all
Nobody knows my name
They don't even give a thang about me t'all
Nancy
Baby I'm getting back to you if I have to crawl
Ohh
Nancy I told you in my letter
Things didn't appear to be no better at all
This ol' highway's a hell of a line
Nancy I just spent my last dime to make this call
Nancy
Baby I'll get back to you if I have to crawl
Oh yeah yeah oh oh
Oh Nancy
Oh Nancy
by Donovan Leitch, Duane Allman, Gregg Allman, Dickey Betts, Berry Oakley, Jaimoe Johanny Johansen and Butch Trucks
Copyright 1972 Unichappel Music, Inc., F.R. Betts Music, Elijah Blue Music and Peer International Corp.
Instrumental
by Dickey Betts and Will McTell
Copyright 1992 EMI Blackwood Music, Inc., Pangola Publishing Company
and Peer International Corproation
Got the blues like midnight.
Honey won't be long 'fore day.
Got the blues like midnight.
Honey won't be long 'fore day.
Wish that tornado would blow my blues away.
Lord, I can tell my bulldog
when I hear him bark
Lord, I can tell my baby
when I hear her in the dark.
Got the blues like midnight.
Honey won't be long 'fore day.
Got the blues like midnight.
Honey won't be long 'fore day.
Lord I wish a tornado would blow my blues away.
by Dickey Betts
Copyright 1994 Sony Music Entertainment, Inc.
Transcribed by Ed Luskey
Well I love you baby, but you won't give me the time of day.
Well I love you baby, but you won't give me the time of day.
Treat me so bad, but I love you anyway.
Early in the morning sun begins to rise,
Early in the morning sun begins to rise,
Call out your name, wring my hands and cry
Got me runnin', don't know what to do,
There won't be much of me when you get through.
Down on the bottom, nothing left to lose,
Lord I got 'em, mean woman blues.
Well, I love you baby, but you don't even know my name.
Well, I love you baby, but you don't even know my name.
Don't care about me but love you just the same.
Now, someday baby, take you by the hand,
Yeah, someday baby, take you by the hand,
You be my lovin' child and I'll be your lovin' man.
Yeah, you got me runnin', don't know what to do,
there won't be much of me when you get through.
Down on the bottom, nothing left to lose,
Lord I got 'em, mean woman blues.
Got me runnin', don't know what to do,
there won't be much of me when you get through.
Down on the bottom, nothing left to lose,
Lord I got 'em, mean woman blues.
By Dickey Betts & Dan Toler
Copyright 1981 Pangola Publishing Co.
I will never forget the time we spent together
And let the whole wide world go by
I can't forget the dreams that we made come true
As the clouds in the sky rolled on
And I can't forget the day we met
Oh our love came so easy
It's so hard for me to say
That we can never go back to yesterday
You must know that it don't happen everyday
Now I see that I let love slip through my fingers
Someone said that love is just a beautiful dream
And let it drift away
Oh another lonely teardrop
Just one more careless love
It's so hard for me to say
That we can never go back to yesterday
Baby let's fall in love again
Baby let's fall in love
Baby let's fall in love again
And maybe we can go back to yesterday
By Gregg Allman
Copyright 1981 Elijah Blue Music
Transcribed by Paul Gongola
Mama stood cryin' at the back door
Papa's lacin' on his leavin' shoes
Little Joe's blowin' on the horn outdoors
I've seen enough, I can't take no more
And I'm leavin'
Might go to Philadelphia, PA
Might wind up in Boston, I just can't say
Got my axe in one hand
Got my Greyhound ticket in the other hand
And I'm leavin'
I tell you I'm leavin'
Gonna play my blues
Yes I'm leavin'
Got nothing to lose
Well, I'm dying to get the hell out of here
Right Away
Mama stood cryin' at the back door
Papa's lacin' on his leavin' shoes
Little Joe's blowin' on the horn outdoors
I've seen enough, I can't take no more
And I'm leavin'
I said I'm leavin'
Gonna play my guitar
I'm leavin'
Don't care if I'm a big star
I'm leavin' this old ghetto
Right away, right away
by Forrest Richard Betts
(c) 1975 Uichappell Music Inc. and F. R. Betts Music (BMI)
Chorus
Louisiana Lou and Three Card Monty John,
Oh lord, what a natural pair.
Looking for a game, fortune and fame,
Waitin' just a little farther down the road somewhere.
Now Three Card Monty is a gamblin' game,
Two black aces and a pretty red queen,
Keep your eye on the lady and lay your money down,
Watch the fastest hand you've ever seen.
Texas Hustlin' Billy, lord he's on the road again,
He was seen in New Orleans the other day,
Now Lou is known as quite a man with a pool cue in his hand,
Won't be long 'til him and John were headed down that way.
Chorus
It was Friday night, lord the time was right,
Texas Billy finally made his play,
The game went on into the night and just about dawn,
They were counting Bill's money lord, headed for LA
Chorus
Waitin' just a little farther down the road somewhere
Out on the lonesome highway
Suitcase and an old guitar
Just outside Oklahoma City
In a place called Johnny's Roadside Bar
Having fun
Son of a gun
I ain't fit to be tied
I'm on my way back to Georgia
Won't you give me a ride
Sometimes it at easy
When you don't have much to spare
Traveling light
Lord, counting on my fifth
But the little bit hear and there
She's got the prettiest big brown eyes
When she's satisfied
But I'm on way back to Georgia, boys
Won't you give me a ride
I'm a long time gone
On my way back home, Lord
Long time gone, gone
[solo]
I'm a long time gone
On my way back home, Lord
Long time gone, gone
I'm a long time gone
On my way back home, Lord
Long time gone, gone
by Duane Allman
(c) 1972 & 1974 by No Exit Music Co., Inc.
Instrumental
by Dickey Betts
(c) 1990 CBS Records, Inc.
transcribed by Matt Dickie
Well now times got hard
And I didn't draw the card I needed
So I proceeded to bang it on down the line
Hitchhike, turnpike
And if you got room won't you let me ride?
Just as far as you're going
And lord knowing I'll be much obliged.
There was a light rain falling
I started recalling how lonesome a man can be
Feeling a chill When over the hill
Came a brand new baby blue Cadillac
Stop on a dime
I threw my guitar in the back and I climbed inside
Big Blue eyes said "Hey boy don't you want a ride?"
I Said to Birmingham, Alabama,
Or to Nashville Tennessee will do just fine with me.
Don't you know what I mean?
I'm coming from New Orleans.
Now hey, [na na.]
Mama won't you let me ride?
Well now black fur coat, diamond ring
Shining like something I ain't ever seen.
My old guitar and a roadside bar.
Walked in the door looking like a movie queen
There was a honky tonk jukebox, hardwood floor
She said "I ain't ever seen nothing like this before."
I said, "That's all right, mama won't you let me ride?"
On down to Birmingham, Alabama,
Or to Nashville Tennessee wiil do fine with me.
Don't you know what I mean?
I'm coming from New Orleans.
Now hey, [na na.]
Mama won't you let me ride?
Copyright 1972 and 1974 No Exit Music Co.
Unichappell Music Inc. (BMI) & F.R. Betts Music Co. (BMI)
Instrumental
by Dickey Betts, Warren Haynes
Copyright 1991 Sony Music Entertainment, Inc.
Instrumental
Keep On Keepin' On
by Dickey Betts and Daniel Toler
(c) 1980 EMI Blackwood Music Inc. and Pangola Publishing Company
Tried everything I know,
Held my hand but now I've got to show.
Trying to understand the things you've learned,
But you don't seem to be concerned at all.
Chorus:
I'm gonna keep on keepin' on,
Ain't gonna leave you alone,
Keep on keepin' on,
Ain't gonna leave you alone,
Gonna get you to love me.
Sometimes it seems like there's just no way at all,
You just keep drifting and drifting away.
You ain't never home, when I call you on the telephone,
But I'm gonna fool around, get you back someday.
Chorus
I don't care what everybody's gotta say,
I'm gonna love you anyway,
Even if you don't care any longer,
My little bit of love keeps getting stronger.
Chorus
Lord I'm gonna, keep on keepin' on.
Gonna, make you mine. Love me...yeah.
by Dickey Betts
(c) 1975 Uichappell Music Inc. and F. R. Betts Music (BMI)
Sit alone, waiting on the morning,
Woman leaving her whole life behind,
train rolling on, taking mama's baby home,
Noone knows what's going through her mind,
Just another love song I'm singing,
And you know people sing them all of the time,
Just another lonesome guitar ringing,
The only difference is this one is mine,
Freedom, Lord what a funny word,
We search for it just like some kind of fool,
Woman leaving home, man sit's there all alone,
Little child is paying all the dues
(Chorus)
by Gregg Allman
(c) 1979 Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI) &
Elijah Blue Publishing Corp. (BMI)
You ride on down the same old street you've seen a thousand times,
That overflows with neon lights and enormous signs.
My God, how you want to leave there. Well, well.
Your head severely poundin' from the night before.
Baby, you just keep goin' back, goin' back for more.
Cause midnight's callin'. Well, well.
You want so bad to leave this whirlwind storm.
But you can't find no place to grab on.
So 'round and 'round you go again, and it just ain't easy.
You want so bad to leave this whirlwind storm.
But you can't find no place to grab on.
So 'round and 'round you go again, and it just ain't easy.
No, it just ain't easy.
Lovely ladies all dressed in silk and lace.
While you're there, oh, it seems like such a lovely place.
But when you leave there,
You got your hat down on your face. Well, well.
But oh, when you leave there, got your hat down on your face, well, well.
Ohh, when you leave there, you got your hat pulled down on your face, well.
(repeat and fade)
[Instrumental]
by Gregg Allman
Copyright 1973 Allbro Music, Unichappell Music Inc. and Elijah Blue Music
Stormy stormy rain
I'm as lonesome as a man can be
Oh, it's stormin', stormin' rain and
I'm as lonesome as a man can be.
Whoa, the way you've been treatin' me,
I realize it's not the same.
It's a down-right rotten,
Low down dirty shame
Lord it's a down right rotten
low down dirty shame
The way that you treated me
Lord I know I'm not to blame
Jelly jelly jelly
Jelly stays on my mind (Hal Leonard book says ";Jelly stains on my mind";)
Jelly jelly jelly
Jelly stays on my mind
Jelly roll killed my pappy,
And drove my mama stone blind.
I have not come, yeah, to testify
about our bad, bad misfortune and I ain't here a wond'rin' why.
But I'll live on and I'll be strong
'cause it just ain't my cross to bear.
I sat down and wrote you a long letter, it was just the other day.
Said, sure as the sunrise, baby, tomorrow I'll be up and on my way.
But I'll live on and I'll be strong
'cause it just ain't my cross to bear.
But in the end, baby, long towards the end of your road,
don't reach out for me, babe, 'cause I'm not gonna carry your load.
But I'll live on and I'll be strong
'cause it just ain't my cross to bear.
(c) 1990 by D. Crider and Johnny Neal
Transcribed by B. Luckett
Well, it's rainin' out the window.
With no sadness on your face.
As you're cleaning out your closet.
Throw your clothes around the place.
I can't stand to see you leaving.
I'm not ashamed to beg you to stay.
I can't lock the door and keep you.
I won't stand in your way.
Guess I've got to let you go.
But there's just one thing you should know.
It ain't over, it ain't over yet.
You might walk away but you won't forget.
I'll never stop loving you.
My mind is set.
So do what you gotta do yeah.
Cause it ain't over yet.
Guess I should have seen it coming.
But I can see it clearly now.
Gonna change my way of livin'.
Try to get you back somehow.
Some night when you're lonely.
And your thoughts have turned to me.
Just when you least expect it.
I'll come walking through your dreams.
So go on take that taxi ride.
Cause I know time is on my side.
It ain't over, it ain't over yet.
You might walk away but you won't forget.
I'll never stop loving you.
My mind is set.
Do what you gotta do baby.
It ain't over....
Guitar break
by Forrest Richard Betts
(c) 1970 & 1974 by No Exit Music Co., Inc.
Instrumental
Well I'm gonna move baby
Well on the outskirts of town
Well I'm gonna move baby - yeah
Way back down on the outskirts of town - yeah
Well I don't need nobody else
Always hanging around
Yeah yeah baby oh oh
Well let me tell you baby
We're gonna move away from here
Well I don't need no ash mail
To buy, lord I'm gonna buy you a fridgedare
Ooo-oo - lord when we move
Way back down on the outskirts of town - yeah yeah
Well I don't need nobody else
Ah - worse hanging around
Ooo-oo oh play your song - yeah
Mmmm
Love me babe - mmmm
Yeah
Well let me tell you baby
As funny as it seems
We're gonna have a dozen children
They're all, all gonna look like me - mmm
Lord when we move, yeah, way back down
Way back down on the outskirts of town - ooo
Well I don't need nobody - yeah
Always hanging around
Yeah yeah no
Aaaa yeah
Y'all
by Dickey Betts
(c) 1980 EMI Blackwood Music Inc. and Pangola Publishing Company
Oh-uh-oh, oooh.
I got a right to be wrong.
I got a right to be lonely when you're gone.
Whoa, I'll get out around, tear up my own home town.
Get mocked up, locked up, wind up in the lost and found,
Oh, I got a right to be wrong.
Well it's so easy to give advice,
When you ain't the one who got to pay the price.
Sit up there on your hill telling me I got to sink or swim.
Well it might thrill you, to make me want to kill ya,
I can't believe you're leavin' me for him,
I got a right to be wrong.
Chorus:
Oh, loan me a dollar and watch me follow you around,
You got all the moves, you're puttin' me through school.
Oh, I give you my best, but I guess I'm still your fool,
Babe, I got you down in my song.
I got a right to be wrong.
I've been con-flicted, e-victed, re-stricted,
Served with a letter sent to whom it may concern,
Still around Lord, I'm still in town,
A lesson hard learned nearly got me down,
It's a cryin' shame, you don't even know my name,
A low down lonesome song,
I got a right to be wrong.
Chorus
I got a right to be wrong.
By Jack Bruce/Pete Brown
Transcribed by JANNE JHNKE
Free when I dance whit you
We move like the sea
You you're all I want to know
I Feel Free
I Feel Free
I Feel Free
I can walk down the street there's no one there
though the pavements are on hure crowd
I can drive down the road my eyes don't see
tough my mind wants to cry out loud
Ah ah ah ah
solo
I Feel Free
I Feel Free
I Feel Free
I Feel Free
I can walk down the street there's no one there
though the pavements are on hure crowd
I can drive down the road my eyes don't see
tough my mind wants to cry out loud
mind wants to cry out loud
Dance floor is like the sea
Ceiling is the sky
You're the sun and as you shine on me
I Feel Free
I Feel Free
I Feel Free
Oh uh uh oh
by G. Allman, D. Allman, R. Betts, C. Trucks, R. Oakley and J. Johanson
(c) 1971 & 1974 by No Exit Music Co., Inc.
Instrumental
by Forrest Richard Betts
(c) 1975 Uichappell Music Inc. and F. R. Betts Music (BMI)
Instrumental
by Dickey Betts
(c) 1980 EMI Blackwood Music Inc. and Pangola Publishing Company
We've been through hell and high water,
Ready to go through it all again.
As long as we've got a quarter between us all,
We're gonna have money to spend, oh.
Kicked down the doors in New Orleans,
We got busted at Grove Hill where nobody goes,
And Long Bob drove us to the Badlands,
You can bet your ass we're gonna make it down to tomorrow night's show.
Chorus:
We took time by the horns,
Cryin' out loud,
Stood there naked up there in front of the crowd,
Been a million miles,
On a lost highway,
They might name a street after us one of these days.
Oh, we've seen the good times, we've seen the bad.
Worse time we ever seen, is the best some folks ever had,
And the Stone mowed us down, with a cold-hearted quill,
But we ain't changed our ways, and I guess we never will.
Chorus
I left you crying at the D.C. station
Had a little spending change
Lord knows I had the determination
If you want the good life
youGot to make it big
That's why I left you waiting
So I could go out and dig
In this big ol' world
But now I'm
I'm Down in Texas
Ain't got one thin dime
I'm so lonely for ya baby
So tired of wasting my time
So come on down and get me
Don't blame me cause I tried
I need your lovin' so bad
Get on your train and ride
solo
Climbing up poor means
As you can see
they pay you like a half a man
Girl, they work you like you're free
Here in the crowded city
I still feel alone
So take me pretty baby
Take me back home
Cause I'm so tired, yeah
Now I'm
I'm Down in Texas
Ain't got one thin dime
I'm so lonely for ya baby
So tired of wasting my time
So come on down and get me
Don't blame me cause I tried
I need your lovin' so bad
Get on your train and ride
I'm Down in Texas
Ain't got one thin dime
I'm so lonely for ya baby
So tired of wasting my time
So come on down and get me
Don't blame me cause I tried
I need your lovin' so bad
Get on your train and ride
by Elmore James
Copyright 1960 (renewed) by Arc Music Corp.
The barrel-house told me, my baby caught that train 'n gone
The barrel-house told me, my baby caught that train 'n gone
It was all my fault, I musta' did somebody wrong.
Everything that happens, you know I am to blame.
Everything that happens, you know I am to blame.
I'm gonna find myself a doctor, perhaps my luck will change.
Ah, my mamma she told me, these days will surely come.
I wouldn't listen to her, had to have my fun.
The barrel-house told me, my baby caught that train 'n gone.
But it's all my fault, I musta' done somebody wrong, oh yeah.
The barrel-house told me, my baby caught that train 'n gone
The barrel-house told me, my baby caught that train 'n gone
It was all my fault, I musta' did somebody wrong. Oh play the blues...
Don't Want You No More
by Spencer Davis and Edward Hardin
Copyright 1967 Dick James Music, Ltd.
Instrumental
I'v had my fun if I don't ever get well no more
I'v had my fun if I don't ever get well no more
I know my help is failing me now
I know I'm goin' down slow
Won't somebody wright my mother and tell her the shape I'm in
I want somebody to wright my mother and tell her the shape I'm in
I want you tell her to pray for me
Ask her to fortgive me for all my sinns
Mother please don't send me no doctor
a doctor can't do me no good
I don't want you to send me no doctor now..
a doctor just can't do me no good
Back when I was a young boy oh..
I just didn't do the thing I should
Mmmm Mmmmmm
Mmmm Mmmmmm
A man lay dieing in the streets
A thousend people fell down on their knees
Any other day he would have been.....
Preaching
Reaching all the people there
Oh Lord Lord
But Lord knows I can't change what I saw
I Say God Rest His Soul
The Memphis battelground was red
Cause blood came pouring from his head
Women and children fallin' down.....
Crying
For the man they loved so well
Oh Lord Lord
But Lord knows I can't change what I saw
I Say God Rest His Soul
(I breake here)
Solo
But Lord knows I can't change what I saw
I Say God Rest His Soul
The morning sun will rise again
With all the passions growing thin
What we gonna do when war is come.. and we'r
dieing
Dieing for the cause I know
(yeah but)
But Lord knows I can't change what I saw
Say God Rest His Soul
by Gregg Allman
Copyright 1991 Sony Music Entertainment, Inc.
Transcribed by Ed Luskey
I went around to your house,
found you laid up in the bed,
by early afternoon you were so sloppy drunk,
you couldn't even raise up your head.
So get on with your life baby,
please let me get on with mine.
These days and your ways are so painful,
you're just wasting all our precious time, ohhh.
Since first I knew your name,
I wasn't sure that you really cared.
Spent most of your time with the other boys,
and it's been all down hill from there.
So get on with your life baby,
please let me get on with mine.
Each day brings a new confusion,
another way to break this poor heart of mine.
I can't begin to count the times that I've told ya,
you better change all your wicked ways,
but I'm real sure whatever the number,
ah it's the same as the times you laughed in my face.
Won't somebody please wake me from this bad dream,
I remember my grandmama told me,
things ain't always what they seem.
So get on with your life baby,
please let me get on with mine.
Cause each day brings another confusion,
it's about to break this poor heart of mine,
Ohhhha, gonna lose my only mind, oh baby.
Don't you break this poor heart of mine.
Gambler's Roll
Words by Warren Haynes
Music by Warren Haynes and Johnny Neal
(c) 1990 Music Corporation of America, Inc.,
Buzzard Rock Music and Song Pantry Music, Inc.
Transcribed by B. Luckett
The dealer sits alone in the dark
Cigarette shines on his very last card
Everything he had... watched it come and go
On a gambler's roll
Cold wind blows a young girl's world apart
She bet it all she bet it all on the jack of hearts
Gained her freedom but lost her soul
On a gambler's roll On a gambler's roll
You know the gambler he rides... rides on a fools train
Ah tradin' silver for gold
Oh but his luck will change... time takes it's toll
On a gambler's roll
The dealer knows... it's just about his last game
Not even she knows all the sorrow and pain
As the forty-five deals the fatal blow
On a gamblers roll...on a gamblers roll
You know the gambler he rides... rides on a fools train
Tradin' silver for gold
Ah but his luck will change... time takes it's toll
On a gambler's roll... on a gambler's roll
On a gambler's roll... on a gamblers roll
On a gamblers... gambler's roll
by Dickey Betts
(c) 1980 EMI Blackwood Music Inc. and Pangola Publishing Company
Instrumental
Famous Last Words
by Dickey Betts, Mike Lawler and Johnny Cobb
(c) 1980 EMI Blackwood Music Inc., Pangola Publishing Company and
Milene Music, Inc.
Famous last words, I'll be right back in a little while,
I'll be home early, famous last words.
Here comes the dawn, got to be headin' home in a little while,
She'll be up singing along with the birds,
Still believing famous last words.
Chorus:
After all is said and done,
You know that I would never do you no wrong,
I never lied, never even tried,
Even in famous last words.
She sits there waiting, anticipating his return,
There all alone, if only the phone would ring,
Telling her only one thing, famous last words.
Chorus
by Gregg Allman
Copyright 1969 Unichappell Music Inc. and Elijah Blue Music (BMI)
Yeah - Sad eyed woman
boogie 'til the break of dawn
Yeah - Long a-bout the break of day - Yeah
oh - your man has up and gone -
You got 13 lovely children
No proud father knocking at your door
Yeah - but every hungry woman
has been in your place before
Yeah - the doctor keep (or ";kept";) calling
woah - found you'd fall-en
(alternate lyrics: found you bawlin')
Yeah - you backed him in the corner
oh - you're doing what you wanna
You got 14 lovely children
No proud father knocking at your door
Yeah - but every hungry woman
has been in your place before
(Guitar Solo)
You got 15 lovely children
No proud father knocking at your door
Yeah - but every hungry woman
has been in your place before
Yeah - the doctor keep (or ";kept";) calling
woah - found you'd fall-en
(alternate lyrics: found you bawlin')
Yeah - you backed him in the corner
oh - you're doing what you wanna
You got 16 lovely children
No proud father knocking at your door
Yeah - but every hungry woman
has been in your place before
Oh - yeah
Sad eyed woman
ohhhh
End Of The Line
by G. Allman, W. Haynes, A. Woody, and J. Jaworowicz
(c) 1992 Sony Music Entertainment, Inc.
And now the gravity of trouble was more than I could bear,
At times my luck was so bad, I had to fold my hands,
Almost lost my soul, rarely I could find my head,
Wake up early in the morning, feeling nearly dead.
I was never afraid of danger, took trouble on the chin,
Mountains I have climbed, that have killed a thousand men,
Spent most of my lifetime downtown, sleepin' behind the wheel,
Never needed anybody, I was king of the hill.
[Chorus:]
Oh, when I think about the old days,
Lord, it sends chills up and down my spine,
Yeah life ain't what it seems, on the boulevard of broken dreams,
Guess I opened my eyes in the nick of time,
'Cause it sure felt like the end of the line.
No matter how hard I run, I just can't get away
I try to do my best, but the devil gets in my way
Spent most of my lifetime downtown, sleepin' behind the wheel
'Till it all came down to kill or be killed
[Chorus]
instrumental
by The Allman Brothers Band
from The Fillmore Concerts
Well, yes, people I am a poor, drunken hearted boy.
Well, yeah, people I am a poor, drunken hearted boy.
I have a whole ocean of trouble,
And just a little, half pint of joy.
I drink because I'm worried, I don't drink because I'm dry.
I know if I keep on drinkin, I'm liable to drink away my life.
But that's alright.
Baby, bring me another half-a-pint,
I'm trying to drown these blues, yes I am.
People if you had my trouble,
Baby, I know you'd be drinkin too.
Alright.
Baby, bring me some Old Grandad's 100 proof.
Don't play like that man, you'll make me thirsty.
Oh, Lord.
Baby, if I keep on drinkin, I know I can't last too long.
Woman, if I keep on drinkin, people ya know I can't last too long.
That's alright, cause when I'm dead and buried,
Please think about me when you hear this song.
by Gregg Allman
(c) 1970 & 1974 by No Exit Music Co. Inc.
Just one more mornin'
I had to wake up with the blues
Pulled myself outta bed, yeah
Put on my walkin' shoes,
Went up on the mountain,
To see what I could see,
The whole world was fallin',
right down in front of me.
(Chorus)
'Cause I'm hung up on dreams I'll never see, yeah Baby.
Ahh help me baby, or this will surely be the end of me, yeah.
Pull myself together, put on a new face,
Climb down off the hilltop, baby,
Get back in the race.
(Chorus)
Pull myself together, put on a new face,
Climb down off the hilltop, baby,
Get back in the race.
(Chorus)
Another day in the life of a stranger
Surrounded by four walls that can't be seen
He knows this dude that lives uptown and he delivers
He often calls him for that perfect dream
But oh, he's got his demons
And they stay right by his side
Through his everyday hell, yeah
He loves his wine and his pretty women
He buys them everything just to stay around
He's got it made cause his daddy's got a bundle
He seldom reaches out but there's no one to be found
Except oh, he's still got them demons
And they stay right by his side
In his man-made hell
Oh, he's got his demons
And they by his side
Another dar in the life of the lonely
All alone in a sold out crowd
He can always buy some cheap thrills with his money
His world of silence has become much too loud
But ho, don't forget them demons
They're still right by his side
Causing all kinds of hell, yeah
by Robert Johnson
I went down to the crossroads,fell down on my knee
Down to the crossroad,fell down on my knee
Asked the Lord above for mercy,take me if you please
I went down to the crossroad,tried to flag a ride
Down to the crossroad,tried to flag a ride
Nobody seemed to know me,everybody passed me by
When I'm goin' down to Rosedale,take my rider by my side
Goin' down to Rosedale,take my rider by my side
We can stil barrelhouse,baby,on the riverside
You can run,you can run.Tell my friend,boy,Willie Brown
Run,you can run.Tell my friend,boy,Willie Brown
And I'm standin' at the crossroads.Belive I'm sinkin' down
by Robert Johnson
Copyright 1978 King of Spades Music, Inc.
Transcribed by Ed Luskey
You better come on into my kitchen,
cause it's sure to be raining outdoors.
When a woman's in trouble,
everybody puts her down
she look for her good man,
Lord he can't be found.
You better come on
into my kitchen,
cause it's going to be raining outdoors.
There's a cold wind blowin',
leaves tremblin' on the trees,
don't you know that that good girl
ya she's leaving me.
You better come on
into my kitchen,
cause it's going to be raining outdoors.
The woman I've been lovin'
left with my best friend,
that joker got lucky,
stole her back again.
You better come on
into my kitchen,
cause it's going to be raining outdoors.
Well that good girl's leaving,
she ain't coming back,
took her last nickel from her notion sack
You better come on
into my kitchen,
cause it's going to be raining outdoors.
Mama's dead and gone,
father's no wheres to be,
I ain't got nobody
to love and care for me.
You better come on
into my kitchen,
cause it's going to be raining outdoors.
Yes, it's going to be raining outdoors.
Yes, it's going to be raining outdoors.
Ones I was on my one and falling
Ones I was all alone and calling
For some one anyone to day
To help me just a little on my way
And then I took a look around
I saw all that love that surronded me
I know that it was all up to me and
Cast Off All My Fears that bound me
Cast Off All My Fears that bound me
You find you can't go on deppending
Allways to help your in deep ending
Your reason for beeing whom you are
And asking for that lightest brightest star
I tought that all I had to do
Was beleaving the things that was true to me
And let it happen naturlie
And Cast Off All My Fears that bound me
Cast Off All My Fears that bound me
solo
I tought that all I had to do
Was beleaving the things that was true to me
And let it happen naturlie
And Cast Off All My Fears that bound me
Cast Off All My Fears that bound me
Cast Off All My Fears that bound me
by Dickey Betts and Don Johnson
(c) 1979 EMI Blackwood Music Inc. and Pangola Publishing Company
Can't take it with you.
Everybody knows.
Can't take it with you when you go.
Can't hide your love away.
Save it up for a rainy day.
Ya can't take it with you when you go.
And it hurts so bad when you finally have to show.
Chorus:
Can't take it with you.
Everybody knows.
Can't take it with you when you go.
Can't hide your love away.
Save it up for a rainy day.
You can't take it with you when you go.
No, you can't take it with you when you go. Ooo.
No, you can't take it with you when you go, oh, no.
Play it high or low.
Break the bank in Monte Carlo.
You can play it just the way it falls.
Cut it like you want to.
But it just might come back and haunt you.
Lady Luck's your mama when she calls.
Chorus
Hot-wire a fast car
Just to take a ride.
You can run, but you sure cannot hide.
Oh, tell her a lie
And live with it 'til you die, but you
Can't take it with you when you go.
Chorus
Had a sweet little girl,
Run out and took the baby boy, people ain't that sad.
Oh, had a sweet little girl,
Left me, run out and took the baby boy, oh ain't that sad.
Chorus:
Can't spend what you ain't got,
Can't lose what you never had.
Can't spend what you ain't got,
Can't lose what you never had.
Had some money in the bank,
Got busted, people ain't that so sad.
Oh, I had some money in the bank,
Got busted, people, people ain't that sad.
Chorus
Had a sweet little home,
Got drunk, burned it down, people ain't that sad.
Oh, had a sweet little home,
Got drunk, burned it down, people ain't that sad.
Chorus
Ooooh, hmmmm, hmmmm... oohhhh!
Greg:
Well you can take all of the money that you made and
but it in the jar
Drag out a map that will show you
is heaven very far
You take all of the medicine you need 'til ya
find out who you are
Maybe you can figure
why that woman wanna be so cruel
But ya, ya just can't forget her, can you fool
Oh-oh
Cher:
Well those winter nights
and the city lights
and the crying of the train
Everyday is a straight up gray
Every memory's a fade
And then ya finally use the sense God gave ya
to come out of the rain
Still you can't figure
why that man is got to be so cruel
But ya just can't forget him, can you fool
Together:
Oh, love is long and love is hard
Love brings lots of pain
She was here
Now she's gone
Lord, bring her back again
Cher:
Well you can take all of the money that you made and
Greg:
but it in the jar
Drag out a map that will show you
is heaven very far
Cher:
And you can take all of the medicine you need 'til ya
Greg:
find out who you are
Cher:
Still you can't figure why
that man he got to be so cruel
But ya just can't forget him, can you fool
Greg:
No you just can't forget her, can you fool
Cher:
Awww, can you fool
By Dickey Betts & Jim Goff
Copyright 1981 Pangola Publishing Co
Transcribed by Paul Gongola
Silent shadows of the night
Faded with the morning light
We just wrote another song
Maybe a word or two is wrong
There's so much that could be said
It's hard to write it in a line
But when the final word is read
Maybe something could be said
For all the brothers of the road
Just like you, we bear a heavy load
Been through hell and back again
If we don't lose we're bound to win
Somehow they gave it all a name
Just like a southern hurricane
We play our music like a storm
They say a brand new sound was born
We're all brothers of the road
Just like you, we bear a heavy load
Been through hell and back again
If we don't lose we're bound to win
Some of us fell along the way
We came together, not too proud to pray
But the music must go on
So there's no one left out there all alone
We're just brothers of the road
Casting shadows in the night
Big wheels rolling on and on
But everything's gonna be all right
by Gregg Allman
Copyright 1969 Unichappell Music Inc. and Elijah Blue Music (BMI)
Black hearted woman, can't you see your poor man dyin'.
Can't count on both hands, babe, all the lonely nights I've been cryin'.
Well I'm tired of all your slippery ways, I can't take your evil lyin'.
Oh, no.
Black hearted woman, cheap trouble and pain is all you play.
Black hearted woman, cheap trouble and pain is all you play.
Some time thinking I'll be much better, if I was stiff down in my grave.
No, I just can't stay.
Yesterday I was your man, now you don't know my name.
Yesterday I was your man, now you don't know my name.
Well I'm going out to find a new way babe, oh, to get back into your
game.
Yeah, yeah.
One of these days, I'm gonna catch you with your back door man.
One of these days, yeah, I'm gonna catch you with your back door man.
I'll be moving on down the road pretty baby, oh, to start all over
again.
Oh, yeah.
Don't come around here no more,
bringing me all of your bad rain.
Can't you see I've got troubles of my own.
I ain't got time to be messing with all of your bad rain,
why in the world can't you just leave that stuff alone?
There was a time we had a good thing going on,
you and I both know the reason why it all went wrong.
Tried to stick by you, help you see it through,
but you used me all up, now you're on your own.
So, don't come around here no more,
bringing me all of your bad rain.
Can't you see I've got troubles of my own.
I ain't got time to be messing with all of your bad rain,
why in the world can't you just leave that stuff alone?
Well I tried and tried again, to be good to you,
but you won't a hear a word and I don't know what it's coming to.
Comes a time when you just have to turn and, walk away,
there's nothing left to do, nothing left to say.
So, don't come around here no more,
bringing me all of your bad rain.
Can't you see I've got troubles of my own.
I ain't got time to be messing with all of your bad rain,
why in the world can't you just leave that stuff alone?
I ain't someone to be preaching to nobody else,
ain't going to try and pretend to be living that clean myself.
Can't stand by and watch you throw your life away,
But there's nothing left to do, nothing left to say.
So, don't come around here no more,
bringing me all of your bad rain.
Can't you see I've got troubles of my own.
I ain't got time to be messing with all of your bad rain,
why in the world can't you just leave that stuff alone?
Why in the world can't you just leave that stuff alone?
Say you want to be a rolling stone
Get your sail out in the wind
Get out on the highway and let 'er roll on
Roll on back to someplace you ain't never been
Hey, hey
When I was younger I was hard to hold
Seem like I was always goin'
Which ever way the wind would blow
Now that travelin' spirit calls me again
Callin' me back to where it all begins
Moon rise and sun go down
Turn my whole world around
Little star up in the sky
Tell my sweet baby please don't cry
Please don't cry
(SOLO)
Moon rise and sun go down
Turn my whole world around
Little star up in the sky
Tell my sweet baby please don't cry
Please don't cry
Travel out across the burnin' sand
Cross the ocean to some distant land
We'll reach the end we'll all be singin'
and we'll all be friends
Back where it all begins
Back where it all begins
by Dickey Betts, Mike Lawler and Johnny Cobb
(c) 1980 EMI Blackwood Music Inc., Pangola Publishing Company and
Milene Music, Inc.
Ridin' in a long gray limousine.
Sittin' in a pair of hundred dollar jeans.
Tryin' to talk sense to a rock'n'roll queen.
Damn, best kinda livin' anybody ever seen.
Oh, Angeline.
Chorus:
Lookin' at the bright lights, searchin' for the sliver screen.
I never seen a woman who could look so good,
and be so doggone mean. Yeah.
Oh, midnight struttin' in New York City.
Midnight woman, she is lookin' so pretty.
Her little heart beat in rhythm with the world.
She used to be her mama's little girl.
Hey, hey Angeline.
Chorus
Whoa, just a game that she loves to play,
leavin' broken hearts all along the way.
She's got friends that she ain't never used.
She's winnin' now but she's bound to lose.
Oh, Angeline.
chorus
Hear a new girl moved to the town
Now your baby just ain't no where to be found
Now you think you're in dispair - no
You feel that chill - that cold black clinging in the air
Love's a game - you're in it
And you're so proud
Someone you can depend on
Someone you can rely on
No matter what you say
You won't come
Running back to you're arms
It's all over baby
Well it don't do no good to cry
How do think I felt when you
Let me stay here never once said that we're through
You didn't fight it all the way, no
But I don't care - you just don't mean that much to me this way
Love's a game - you're in it
And you're so proud
Someone you can depend on
Someone you can rely on
No matter what you say
You won't come
Running back to you're arms
It's all over baby
Well it don't do no good to cry
[solo]
Love's a game - you're in it
And you're so proud
Someone you can depend on
Someone you can rely on
No matter what you say
You won't come
Running back to you're arms
It's all over baby
Well it don't do no good to cry
I been run down, I been lied to,
I don't know why I let that mean woman make me a fool.
She took all my money, wrecked my new car.
Now she's with one of my goodtime buddies,
They're drinkin' in some crosstown bar.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, I feel like I'm dyin'.
My friends tell me, that I've been such a fool,
And I have to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin' you.
Drown myself in sorrow, and I look at what you've down.
But nothin' seems to change, the bad times stay the same,
And I can't run.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, I feel like I'm dyin'.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, I feel like I'm dyin'.
by Dickey Betts
Copyright 1970 Unichappell Inc. and F. R. Betts Music (BMI)
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you hear it? Love is in the air.
We're in a revolution. Don't you know we're right.
Everyone is singing. Yeah! There'll be no one to fight.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
Love is everywhere.
Love is everywhere.
Love is everywhere.
Love is everywhere.
Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
People can you feel it? Love is everywhere.
Well, I've got to run to keep from hiding,
And I'm bound to keep on riding.
And I've got one more silver dollar,
But I'm not gonna let them catch me, no,
Not gonna let 'em catch the Midnight Rider.
And I don't own the clothes I'm wearing,
And the road goes on forever,
And I've got one more silver dollar,
But I'm not gonna let them catch me, no
Not gonna let 'em catch the Midnight Rider.
And I've gone by the point of caring,
Some old bed I'll soon be sharing,
And I've got one more silver dollar,
Repeat three times and Fade
But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no
Not gonna let them catch the Midnight Rider.
by Gregg Allman
Copyright 1970 Unichappell Inc. and Elijah Blue Music (BMI)
I been trapped inside four walls, feel like I can't call to no one
ah, way out on the outside.
Well livin' alone is easy, but too long just don't seem really
quite the thing to do, no.
Think I'll drink up a little more wine, to ease my worried mind.
And walk down on the street, and leave my blues at home. All behind.
The landlord is on my line, I can't get no peace of mind.
But I know there's something better.
I can't stay and I can't run, can't keep waitin' for someone
to find and go roll.
Well I'll gather up all my four leaf clovers.
Don't leave, I'm on my way over.
A walk down on the street, and leave my blues at home. All behind.
And I feel I have to scream
whenever I get the notion.
And though I try so hard,
I can't hold back my emotions.
But I... love you, but I can't have ya. Won't you sit by my side.
You don't work, the man don't pay ya.
There ain't no saint to come and save ya, oh, puttin' your toll down.
Well, if you ride you pay the fare... with Satan on your back.
And he don't care where you come from or where you goin'.
And before I get myself all down, I jump up and kick the door down.
And walk down on the street, and leave my blues at home. All behind.
by Gregg Allman
(c) 1970 & 1974 by No Exit Music Co. Inc.
Oh, tell me 'bout the car I saw,
parked outside your door,
tell me what you left me waiting,
two or three hours for.
Tell me why when the phone rings baby,
you're up and across the floor,
please don't keep me wonderin' no longer.
I think about the bad times,
Lord I think about yours and mine,
you were lost in the silver spoon,
thought I pulled you out in time.
And I hope that you got reasons,
for the way that you've been lyin',
please don't keep me wonderin' no longer.
I think I'm gonna go now,
but you know that I'll be back.
Now you can think it over Baby,
tell me how you're gonna act.
I'm gonna keep on holding on,
but I don't get no stronger,
by McKinley Morganfield
Copyright 1955 (renewed 1983) Watertoons Music (BMI)Don't care how long you go,
I don't care how long you stay,
it's good kind treatment,
bring you home someday.
Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble,
poor me, anymore.
Now you keep on bettin',
that the dice won't pass.
Well I know, and I know,
whoa, oh you're livin' too fast.
Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble,
poor me, anymore.
Yeah, I'll tell everybody,
in my neighborhood.
You're a kind little woman,
but you don't do me no good.
But someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble,
poor me, anymore.
I know you're leaving,
if you call that's gone.
Oh without my lovin' yeah,
oh, you can't stay long.
Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble,
poor me, anymore.
Well good bye baby,
yeah well take my hand.
I don't want no woman no,
who can't have no man.
But someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble,
poor me, anymore. Trouble no more.
Oh yeah... yeah babe.
Crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah.
The gypsy flies from coast to coast
Knowing many, loving none,
Bearing sorrow havin' fun,
But back home he'll always run
To sweet Melissa... mmm...
Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same.
And no one knows the Gypsy's name
No one hears his lonely sigh,
There are no blankets where he lies.
In all his deepest dreams the Gypsy flies
with sweet Melissa... mmm...
Again the morning's come,
Again he's on the run,
Sunbeams shining through his hair,
Appearing not to have a care.
Well, pick up your gear and Gypsy roll on, roll on.
Crossroads, will you ever let him go? (Lord, Lord)
Will you hide the dead man's ghost,
Or will he lie, beneath the clay,
or will his spirit roll away?
But I know that he won't stay without Melissa.
Walk along the river, sweet lullaby, it just keeps on flowing,
It don't worry 'bout where it's going, no, no.
Don't fly, mister blue bird, I'm just walking down the road,
Early morning sunshine tell me all I need to know
CHORUS
You're my blue sky, you're my sunny day.
Lord, you know it makes me high when you turn your love my way,
Turn your love my way, yeah.
Good old sunday morning, bells are ringing everywhere.
Goin to Carolina, it won't be long and I'll be there
CHORUS
Last Sunday morning, the sunshine felt like rain.
Week before, they all seemed the same.
With the help of God and true friends, I come to realize
I still had two strong legs, and even wings to fly.
And oh I, ain't wastin time no more
'Cause time goes by like hurricanes, and faster things.
Lord, lord Miss Sally, why all your cryin'?
Been around here three long days, you're lookin' like you're dyin'.
Just step yourself outside, and look up at the stars above
Go on downtown baby, find somebody to love.
Meanwhile I ain't wastin' time no more
'Cause time goes by like pouring rain, and much faster things.
You don't need no gypsy to tell you why
You can't let one precious day slip by.
Look inside yourself, and if you don't see what you want,
Maybe sometimes then you don't,
But leave your mind alone and just get high.
Well by and by, way after many years have gone,
And all the war freaks die off, leavin' us alone.
We'll raise our children in the peaceful way we can,
It's up to you and me brother
To try and try again.
Well, hear us now, we ain't wastin' time no more
'Cause time goes by like hurricanes
Runnin' after subway trains
Don't forget the pouring rain.
by Gregg Allman
Copyright 1972 & 1974, No Exit Music Co., Inc. & Allbros Music Co.
Can you tell me, tell me, friend, just exactly where I've been?
Is that so much to ask? I'll pay you back no matter what the task.
You seem really sure 'bout something I don't know,
take that load off, looks like chest's about to go.
Your wasted words already been heard, are you really God, yes or no?
Well, all day and half the night you're walkin' round lookin' such a fright.
Is it me or is it you? I'd make a wager and I'd hope ";to"; lose.
Time's gone, looks like Rome is 'bout to fall,
Next time take the elevator, please don't crawl.
Your wasted words so absurd, are you really Satan, yes or no?
Well, I ain't no saint and you sure as hell ain't no savior,
Every other Christmas I would practice good behavior.
That was then, this is now, don't ask me to be Mister Clean,
'cause baby, I don't know how.
Ring my phone 'bout ten more times, we will see,
find that broke down line and let it be.
Your wasted words wiill never be heard, go on home baby and watch it on TV.
Weekday soap-box speciality, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout now,
By the way, this song's for you, sincerely, me.
by Gregg Allman
(c) 1973 & 1974 by No Exit Music Co. Inc. & Allbros Music Co.
People say that you're no good,
But I wouldn't cut you loose, baby, if I could.
Well, I seem to stay down on the ground,
Baby, I'm too far gone to turn around.
Oh, if only you would make up your mind,
Take me where you go, you're leaving me behind.
Lord, you got those come and go blues,
Lord, you got those some and go blues,
Yes, you do, oh and you got me feelin' like a fool.
'Round 'n' 'round, 'round we go, -
Don't ask me why I stay here, I don't know.
Well maybe I'm a fool to care,
Without your sweet love, baby I would be nowhere.
Here I'll stay, locked in your web,
Till that day I might find somebody else.
I don't know just when that would be,
I don't know, I can't say as I can't see.
Lord you got me feeling like a fool.
Sail on, darlin', sail on
Woman, you go your way, and I'll go mine
Seems to me, that I once heard
That everything is finally cured by time
So sail on, darlin', sail on
Lord, I wish you good luck
And I'll see you when you come next time.
Woman, you got those come and go blues
Yeah, you got those come and go blues,
Yes, you do, oh and you got me feelin' like a fool.
Endlessly facing the cold concrete floor
Four cold grey walls, and no doors
I barely remember the last forty days
Or just what they're holdin' me for
So far away, they tell me:
"Boy, You're here to stay; win, lose or draw"
Letters unanswered and visits so few
Cold desperation I know
I guess I'd give most anything
Oh Lord, if they'd just let me go
I'm so far away
Day after lonely, lonely day
Win, Lose or Draw
Ma, shes dead and gone
Pa just don't seem to find the time
It makes me so sad that he's forsaken me
When he's all I had left I call mine
I'm so far away
Day after lonely, lonely day
Win, lose or draw.
There's two men in one room for ten long years
Still strangers that talk away the time
'Cause each time I think of your soft hand in mine
I lay here and die one more time
And I'm so far away
Day after lonely, lonely day
Win, Lose or Draw
by Dickey Betts and Warren Haynes
(c) 1990 CBS Records, Inc.
I've had my troubles,
I know you've had your troubles too.
Sometimes when you need a little sunshine,
it keeps rainin' down on you.
But I'm not gonna let it get me down,
Keep on pullin', things are gonna come around.
Shine it on,
Shine it on.
Little blue-eyed woman,
She made me feel so fine.
She got what she wanted,
Then she moved on down the line.
Yes I know about the pain,
Tears are gonna fall,
Just like rain.
Chorus:
Shine it on,
Look around you see what's goin' on.
Shine it on,
Before you end up out there on your own.
Don't let some rainy day, steal your heart away,
You got to go on,
It's just the dark before the dawn,
Shine it on.
Shine it on,
Look around you see what's goin' on.
Shine it on,
Before you end up out there on your own.
Don't let some rainy day, steal your heart away,
Shine it on,
Look around you see what's goin' on.
Shine it on,
Before you end up out there on your own.
Shine it on, oh baby.
Shine it on, shine it on, shine it on,
shine it on (repeat and fade).
by Gregg Allman, Allen Woody
Copyright 1994 Sony Music Entertainment, Inc.
Transcribed by Ed Luskey
I couldn't stay around and finish high school,
I had to hit the streets as soon as I could.
Now I'm runnin', always runnin',
as I turned out the way they said I would.
Daddy told me all about chasing women,
watched my momma lose her mind and all her hope.
Now the only thing that's left of my pathetic life,
is dangling at the end of a rope.
What's done is done,
had me way too much fun,
now I'm runnin' from a man with a gun,
looking back over my shoulder, but I won't get much older
What's done is done,
Lord, what's done is done.
Started hanging with the wrong kind of people,
fooling with the wrong kind of folks.
Made my living doing things, got me locked up in chains,
as I went the way they said I'd go.
Ahhh, what's done is done,
had me way too much fun,
now I'm runnin' from a man with a gun,
looking back over my shoulder, but I won't get much older
What's done is done,
had me way to much fun,
ohhh, runnin' from a man with a gun,
looking back over my shoulder, but I won't get much older
What's done is done,
oh what's done is done
hey, ya, done is done,
ohh what's done is done
By Dickey Betts
Copyright 1981 Pangola Publishing Co.
Transcribed by Paul Gongola.
The words are the thunder
The thought is the lightning
The telling of the tale is the storm
The defendant must be guilty
As he waits impatiently
As the wooden stake is driven
And the angel sounds the horn
The cornered Lion is not within the realm of reason
Fear is like the cracking of the lash
You want to run, you want to fight
Lightning flashes in the night
You finally turn away to hide your face
As the judges file in to take their places
You got to hold your ground
Hold your ground like a man
Sometimes you've just got to hold your ground
When the truth has finally been tasted
You can tell them all their time has not been wasted
You got to hold your ground
Hold your ground like a man
Sometimes you've just got to hold your ground
When the truth has finally been tasted
You can tell them all their time has not been wasted
By Dickey Betts, Mike Lawler & Buddy Yochim
Copyright 1981 Pangola Publishing Co. & Milene Music Inc
Transcribed by Paul Gongola
Whatever happened to good time Sally
I don't see her 'round no more
She used to be all over me
It ain't like that no more
Sally had the best game there was in town
Now the good girl just can't be found
Whatever happened to good time Sally
I don't see her 'round no more
The heat is on, everybody has gone underground
The heat is on, everybody hiding out just like Jesse James
My old home town
Lord, it don't seem the same
Well, I walked in this place, I was just lookin' for a game
Everybody here wanted to know my name
I said hush, hush up your mouth, I'll introduce my own self
To this house
I was born in the back woods, I was raised up like a slave
Having me a good time now is all I crave
I spotted me a barroom queen, skin tight blue jeans
That same old midnight show
I took her to the side and I said I won't be satisfied
Until you tell me everything you know
Whatever happened to big time Buddy
I don't see him 'round no more
I heard tell that they got him in jail
But I don't know what they got him for
They caught him with an airplane
Talkin' 'bout some cocaine
Nobody knows for sure
Whatever happened to good time Buddy
I don't see hem 'round no more
The heat is on, everybody has gone underground
The heat is on, everybody hiding out just like Jesse James
My old home town
Lord, it don't seem the same
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low;
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low.
You got no nerve baby, to turn Uncle John from your door.
I woke up this morning, I had them Statesboro Blues,
I woke up this morning, had them Statesboro Blues.
Well, I looked over in the corner, and Grandpa seemed to have them too.
Well my momma died and left me,
My poppa died and left me,
I ain't good looking baby,
Want someone sweet and kind.
I'm goin' to the country, baby do you wanna go?
But if you can't make it baby, your sister Lucille said she wanna go.
(and I sure will take her).
I love that woman, better than any woman I've ever seen;
Well, I love that woman, better than any woman I've ever seen.
Well, now, she treat me like a king, yeah, yeah, yeah,
I treat her like a doggone queen.
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low.
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low.
You got no nerve baby, to turn Uncle John from your door.
Transcribed by Sean Carpenter
When you can't find the light,
That got you through the cloudy days,
When the stars ain't shinin' bright,
You feel like you've lost you're way,
When those candle lights of home,
Burn so very far away,
Well you got to let your soul shine,
Just like my daddy used to say.
[Chorus]
He used to say soulshine,
It's better than sunshine,
It's better than moonshine,
Damn sure better than rain.
Hey now people don't mind,
We all get this way sometime,
Got to let your soul shine, shine till the break of day.
I grew up thinkin' that I had it made,
Gonna make it on my own.
Life can take the strongest man,
Make him feel so alone.
Now and then I feel a cold wind,
Blowin' through my achin' bones,
I think back to what my daddy said,
He said "Boy, in the darkness before the dawn:"
[Chorus]
Let your soul shine,
It's better than sunshine,
It's better than moonshine,
Damn sure better than rain.
Yeah now people don't mind,
We all get this way sometimes,
Gotta let your soul shine, shine till the break of day.
Sometimes a man can feel this emptiness,
Like a woman has robbed him of his very soul.
A woman too, God knows, she can feel like this.
And when your world seems cold, you got to let your spirit take control.
[Chorus]
Let your soul shine,
It's better than sunshine,
It's better than moonshine,
Damn sure better than rain.
Lord now people don't mind,
We all get this way sometimes,
Gotta let your soul shine, shine till the break of day.
Oh, it's better than sunshine,
It's better than moonshine,
Damn sure better than rain.
Yeah now people don't mind,
We all get this way sometimes,
Gotta let your soul shine, shine till the break of day.
by Gregg Allman, Warren Haynes, Allen Woody, Jack Pearson
Copyright 1994 Sony Music Entertainment, Inc.
Transcribed by Ed Luskey
Lately I don't know where I went wrong,
But the spell of that pretty young girl is far too strong,
Between her fine perfume and angel face,
My whole world became another place.
The dark side of her intelligence was so strong,
Soon there'll be no difference in right or wrong.
Next thing I know I had a key that unlocked her door.
I could not wait to hear the siren song,
The beginning of the end of my happy home.
Sailin', sailing 'cross the devil's sea, oooh, hooo,
too blind in love, too blind to see.
Heard them say the payback's double-fold,
Just can't seem to remember who I bought and sold.
I'll probably still be here when you come around next year,
Trying to climb from this deep dark hole.
I'll be damned if I just don't feel I'm growin' old.
Sailing, sailing 'cross the devil's sea, ohhh, hooo,
Too blind in love, too blind to see.
Cause she was eviler than evil, slippery like a fox,
set me up with pain and woe and, I swear it won't seem to stop.
If I could just remove her hook from deep from within my soul,
Swear I'll leave and not come back, just let me out that door.
Sailin', sailing 'cross the devil's sea, ohhh, hooo,
Too blind in love, too blind to see.
by Forrest Richard Betts
(c) 1972 & 1974 by No Exit Music Co.
Don't worry for me
Well I'm all right
Lord knows I";m having,
A natural good time,
Pocket full of money
Gonna boogie all night;
There ain't nobody tell me that's crime
Chorus:
When morning comes and it's time to go
Pony boy carry me home
Pony boy carry me home.
Spoken:
All right mama,
Let me see you do that thing now
Band is jumping and so am I.
I'm just groovin', can't stop movin',
My ole man's got that ole eagle eye
But he is just waitin', we're celebratin'
Chorus
Spoken:
I feel a change coming on
Come on, mama!
Here it comes now
Papa's with you now;
Look out the door,
There beside that tree.
Well, that's my pony, looking after me,
Front feet doing the shuffle
Back feet, too.
Blow them good old Georgia blues.
Ain't but one way out baby, Lord I just can't go out the door.
Ain't but one way out baby, and Lord I just can't go out the door.
Cause there's a man down there, might be your man I don't know.
Lord you got me trapped woman, up on the second floor;
If I get by this time I won't be trapped no more.
So raise our window baby, I can ease out soft and slow.
And lord, your neighbors, no they won't be
Talking that stuff that they don't know.
Lord, I'm foolish to be here in the first place,
I know some man gonna walk in and take my place.
Ain't no way in the world, I'm going out that front door
Cause there's a man down there, might be your man I don't know.
Cause there's a man down there, might be your man I don't know.
Cause there's a man down there,
Freely
Lord, it just might happen to be your man...
Lord, it just a might be your man,
Oh baby, I just don't know...
by Betts and Prestia
(c) 1994 Sony Music Entertainment, Inc.
Everybody wants to know where Jimmy has gone
He left town, I doubt if he's coming back home
Well Tony got a job, three kids and a lovely wife
Working at the commerce bank for the rest of his life
[Chorus]
Nobody left to run with anymore
Nobody left to do the crazy things we used to do before
Nobody left to run with anymore
I'm gonna hit the road, adios my friend
Go someplace and start all over again
Don't know where I'm going, like a gypsy out on the road
I'll go someplace and join a traveling show
[Chorus]
Nobody left to run with anymore
Nobody wants to do the crazy things we used to do before
Nobody left to run with anymore
Nobody left to run with anymore
Nobody left to run with anymore
I think Jimmy must have had the right idea
Packed his stuff and he got right out of here
I don't know where he's at but I'm sure that he's ok
Now I realize what Jimmy was trying to say
[Chorus]
Nobody left to run with anymore
Nobody wants to do the crazy things we used to do before
Nobody left to run with anymore
Nobody left to run with anymore
Nobody left to run with anymore
by Gregg Allman
(c) 1980, 1981, 1994 Arista Records, Inc.
Transcribed by Sam Carle
Time and time again I've felt these wall's of plaster,
closing in,
And more than once I've felt that lonely lonely feeling,
Wondering why and where I've been,
Just about the time, I think I can't hold on,
You're always there to keep me hanging on and I say,
I never knew how much a man needed a woman
(No I never)
I never knew how much a boy needed a girl
(Needed a girl)
I never knew how much I needed you
Day after day I join the rat race,
Tryin' to make the most of it,
I keep on falling down down the ladder,
Still trying to stay on top of it,
Just when I was sure,
Nothing could get no better,
Oh I realize,
I still love you more than ever,
(Chorus)
Today I watch the sun set on the freeway,
strangled on the poison air,
But miles beyond, on the other end,
I know, you'll always be waiting there,
Girl you treat me,
with your kindest hand,
and in my heart, in my mind,
and I'm so glad
(Chorus)
by Gregg Allman and Daniel Toler
(c) 1980 EMI Blackwood Music Inc.
Well I don't know, if I dreamed it.
I don't know, might be real.
Lord, it's so strange, how one will find another,
But I keep on searchin', cause I know you're out there,
And all I gotta do is open my eyes and see her - the mystery woman.
Cause I'm confused, but only sometimes.
Patiently waiting, baby just for you.
But I'll be leavin', babe, I won't go under.
All I gotta do is open my eyes and see her - a mystery woman.
If I have to chase her, all around the country.
Well I'm bound to find her somewhere, and that's no lie.
Ain't it strange, how one will find another,
But I'll keep on searchin', cause I know you're out there,
All I gotta do is open my eyes and see her - a mystery woman.
All I gotta do, is open my eyes and see you - my mystery woman.
Hey, yeah - my mystery woman.
by Dickey Betts, Warren Haynes
Copyright 1991 Sony Music Entertainment, Inc.
Transcribed by Ed Luskey
Got my snake skin britches, alligator shoes,
money in my pocket, and a Memphis attitude.
Wear my downtown Stetson with a silver on the crown,
when I get started rolling baby, there ain't no slowin me down.
I'm your midnight man, guaranteed to love you like nobody can.
I'm your midnight man, if you don't know by now, somehow I'm gonna make you understand,
I'm your midnight man and I love you till the daylight babe.
Got my six shooter, gonna shoot it up in the air,
if it feels real good, I might shoot it just everywhere.
Got my best mojo, and my hoochie coochie too,
gonna put it all together gonna get after you
I'm your midnight man, guaranteed to love you like nobody can.
I'm your midnight man, if you don't know by now, somehow I'm gonna make you understand,
I'm your midnight man and I love you till the daylight babe.
One thing's for certain since I been foolin' with you,
my reputation's hurtin' and I don't know what to do.
All of my little downtown girls, say I'm wasting time,
there ain't no use to fight it, I just can't get you outta my mind.
I'm your midnight man, guaranteed to love you like nobody can.
I'm your midnight man, if you don't know by now, somehow I'm gonna make you understand,
I'm your midnight man, and I love you till the daylight babe.
Hey, midnight, midnight man.
by Dickey Betts and Johnn Neel
(c) 1990 CBS Records, Inc.
Chorus:
Ain't that low down, low down dirty mean
The way you've been treatin' me,
Beats all I've ever seen.
I loaned you my brand new car,
Said you was goin' for a Sunday drive,
Yeah, here it is now four days later,
I don't know if you are dead or alive,
I got on the telephone this morning,
Put the word out on the street,
And I heard you was down in Memphis,
With a big man in the driver's seat.
Chorus
Got me a hidin' in the bushes,
Peekin' in the window pane,
Shadow moves along the wall,
I know you're in there with another man,
Tried to get in the front door,
Went around to the back door too,
I believe you've got a side track man in there,
Making my sweet love to you.
Chorus
Makin' my last proclamation,
Gonna lay it on the line,
Baby I'm runnin' out of patience,
And you are runnin' out of time,
Tired of all of your mean things,
And all your dirty tricks,
If I ever turn on you baby,
You're gonna be in some kind of fix.
Chorus (twice)
Yeah so low down, I know, low down dirty mean, ahhhhhh!
by Dickey Betts and Warren Haynes
(c) 1990 CBS Records, Inc.
transcribed by Matt Dickie
Pocket full of money
Got a big smile all on my face
Boy and I can charm the diamonds
right off the back of a rattlesnake
But you've got me so confused
Cut me cold as ice
I ain't used to losing
Guess I'm playing with loaded dice
Well the first time that I saw you
Said you'd just dumped your old man
Then the next time you was dealin
Must have dealt me a losing hand
Woman I tried to win your love
Just can't pay the price
Keep throwing in sevens
I keep on playing with loaded dice
Well I thought I was a hustler
But you sent me back to school
Keep playing some new game
Making up your own rules
Must be some kind of crazy
let you fool me twice
I don't know why
I keep playing with loaded dice
Well, tonight I hit the jackpot
I was shining like a diamond ring
Lady luck was smiling
And the old snake charmer was doing his thing
You saw the tables turn
man it sure felt nice
Now we see who's laughing
Now we see who's playing with the loaded dice
Girl you ain't like nothing
I've ever seen before
Keep throwing in aces
I keep coming back for more
Guess I should have listened
But you can't give a fool advice
Don't know why I keep playing with loaded dice.
ride on down the same street
you've aeen a thousand times
it overflows with neon lights
on enormous signs
my god how you want to leave there
well well
your head severly poundin
from the night before
oh but you just keep on goin' back
goin' back for more
'cause midnight's callin'
well well
(chours)
you want so bad to leave that wurlwind storm
but you cant find no place to grab on
and round and round you go again
and it just ain't easy
and lord it just ain'easy
(repeat chours once)
lovely ladies all dressed in silk and lace
and while your there oh it
seams like such a lovely place
but when you leave there
got your hat down on your face
well well
oh when you leave there
got you hat down on your face
well well,
well well
by Gregg Allman
No I'm no angel, No I'm no stranger to the street
I`ve got my label, So I won't crumble at your feet
And I know baby, So I've got scars upon my cheek
And I'm half crazy, Come on and love me baby
So you find me hard to handle, well I'm easier to hold
So you like my spurs that jingle and I never leave you cold
So I might steal your diamonds I'll bring you back some gold
I'm no angel
No I'm no angel, No I'm no stranger to the dark
Let me rock your cradle, Let me start a fire with your spark
Oh come on baby, Come and let me show you my tatoo
Let me drive you crazy, Come on and love me baby
So you don't give a darn about me, I never treat you bad
I won't ever lift a hand to hurt you & I'll always leave you glad
So I might steal your diamonds I'll bring you back some gold
I'm no angel
LEAD
No I'm no angel, No I'm no stranger to the dark
Let me rock your cradle, Let me start a fire with your spark
Oh come on baby, Come and let me show you my tatoo
Let me drive you crazy, Come on and love me baby
By Rose Marie McCoy & Kelly Owens
Copyright 1957 Elvis Presley Music & Unichappel Music Inc.
Transcribed by Paul Gongola.
I don't want my heart to be broken
'Cause it's the only one I've got
So darling please be careful
You know I care a lot
Darling, please don't break my heart
I beg of you
I don't want no tears a fallin'
You know I hate to cry
But that's what's bound to happen
If you ever say goodbye
Darling, please don't say goodbye
I beg of you
Hold my hand and promise
That you'll always love me true
Make me know you love me
The same way I love you, little girl
Hold my hand and promise
That you'll always love me true
Make me know you love me
The same way I love you, little girl
You got me in your mercy
Now that I'm in love with you
So please don't take advantage
'Cause you know my love is true
My darling please love me too
I beg of you
Darling, please don't break my heart
I beg of you
Darling, please don't say goodbye
I beg of you
by Willie Dixon
Copyright 1967 (renewed) Hoochie Coochie Music (BMI)
Gypsy woman told my mama
'while 'fore I was born.
Got a boy child comin' mama,
He'll be a bad one, now.
I'll make all you little girls,
turn your heads around.
Then I'm gonna take you little girls,
gonna take you right on down... with me yeah
Ho, you just wait and see.
I'll be your hoochie coochie man,
I'll set you free.
On the seventh hour of the seventh day
on the seventh month, seven doctors they say.
I've got lots of good luck, you know they all agree.
But now if ya, if you're lookin' for trouble babe,
you better not mess with me.
Hey, 'cause you know I'll getcha one by one.
Ain't no fun.
I'm that old hoochie coochie man,
a bad son of a gun.
Got a John the conqueroot and got some mojo too,
We got a black cat born, we're gonna slip it to you.
Hey, move over people just as fast as you can.
Said I know you're waitin' for me 'cause I'm the hoochie coochie man.
I'm gonna get you, one by one.
I got set on that old hoochie coochie man
and I'm yo' son of a gun.
Now the gypsy woman told mama, oh 'while 'fore I was born,
she said you know he's comin' mama, he'll be a bad, very bad one.
Make all the ladies, turn their heads around.
You said, I can just see all those women, chasin' him all down.
I'm your hoochie coochie man, everybody knows it.
by Gregg Allman, Dickey Betts, Johnny Neel
Copyright 1990 CBS Records, Inc.
Transcribed by: Marcus Phromm
Well I am on the prowl, baby
Looking for someone to satisfy my needs.
Some way, somehow,
I'm gonna find someone to spend some time with me.
I ain't looking, out forever, for some woman to treat a good man right.
You look so good, you got me thinking.
You might satisfy my soul tonight.
Theres no harm done, I know you're the one
You don't got to worry, no hurry.
The night's still young,
I'm just looking for some good clean fun.
I am looking for one woman,
Ain't always tryin' to put me down.
I don't want nobody,
Who's always givin me that same old run around.
I ain't leapin'. I'm just leanin',
Looking for that good kind thing.
I can tell by the way you're acting,
you know exactly what I mean.
There's no harm done, I know you're the one.
You don't got to worry, no hurry
The night's still young,
I'm just looking for some good clean fun.
I better slow down, I don't wanna move too soon,
I'm so confused, I don't know what to do.
Please don't think I am movin' in for the kill,
But if you don't want to love me somebody else will.
I better slow down, I don't wanna move to soon,
I'm so confused, I don't know what to do.
Please don't think I am moving out for the kill,
If you don't want to love me somebody else will.
There's no harm done, I know you're the one.
You don't got to worry, no hurry
The night is still young,
I'm just looking for some good clean fun.
Some good clean fun...ohh, baby.
Just looking for some good clean fun...........
Everybody's Got A Mountain To Climb
by Dickey Betts
Copyright 1994 Sony Music Entertainment, Inc.
Transcribed by Ed Luskey
Everybody's got a mountain to climb,
This road we travel gets a little tough sometimes,
Sometimes I know you feel like you can't go on,
Need somebody help you get back home,
Need a friend to help you find your way home.
Reverend Pearly Brown say there's peace out on the water at night,
Big sun going down, Lord it's a pretty sight,
Red and blue across the water makes a wonderful song,
Listen to it all night long.
Everybody's got a mountain to climb,
Don't be discouraged when the sun don't shine,
Gotta keep on pulling, you gotta keep on tryin',
Everybody's got a mountain to climb,
Everybody's got a mountain to climb.
Who'd cross the face of a little smilin' child?,
Take away the loser's one last chance?,
Who wouldn't linger down by the old river for a while?
You know the whole world loves you when you're dancin'.
So, hey let me tell you what I'm talkin' about,
You can't go around with your lip stuck out.
Life ain't all good but it sure ain't bad,
Anyway it's the best old life I ever had.
Everybody's got a mountain to climb,
Don't be discouraged when the sun don't shine,
Gotta keep on pulling, you gotta keep on tryin',
Everybody's got a mountain to climb.
Everybody's got a mountain to climb,
Don't be discouraged when the sun don't shine,
Gotta keep on pulling, you gotta keep on tryin',
Everybody's got a mountain to climb.
by Dickey Betts, Warren Haynes
Copyright 1991 Sony Music Entertainment, Inc.
Transcribed by Ed Luskey
Can't get no this,
and I can't get no that,
can't get no you know,
I don't even know where it's at.
Ain't got the smoke and uh, ain't no booze,
Got them low down dried out desert blues, yes I do.
Um, a George Carlin said I had to go,
just what he wanted I did not know,
I'm over here dug in so far from home,
lookin' all around try and see what's going on.
I got the sand in my collar,
Got the sand in my hair,
Got it in my pockets,
Got it everywhere.
I got sand in my shirt,
Got it in my shoes,
Got them low down dried out desert blues, yes I do, how how how.
Joined up in the army
where it was hard to find,
End up over here, got my ass on the line,
but I'll be right here until my work is done,
if I get back home I hope I never see no more guns.
Here across the ocean,
I left some of my good friends behind,
I hope somebody's thinking about me,
especially that sweet little woman of mine.
Can't get no this,
and I can't get no that,
can't get no you know,
I don't even know where it's at.
Sand in my collar,
got the sand in my hair,
got it in my pockets,
got it everywhere.
I got sand in my shirt,
got it in my shoes,
got them low down dried out desert blues,
yes I do.
Some-where down on a back street
Way down deep in the back seat
Where I first learned how to moan your name,
I remember the night I met ya
Ooh Sweet Mama, I just can't forget ya
Can't stop thinkin' 'bout your crazy love
Crazy Love
Crazy Love
I love you Mama
But you're too bad to change
Crazy Love
Crazy Love
I love you Mama
Uh, uh
I'm laid up here lookin' at my shoes
Stuck here with these hotel blues
I wish you'd only just call me on the phone
Ain't no doubt and I don't mean maybe
Whoo! I just can't forget about you baby
Can't stop thinkin' 'bout your crazy love
Crazy Love
Crazy Love
I love you Mama
But you're too bad to change
by Richard Betts
Copyright 1994 Sony Music Entertainment, Inc.
Transcribed by Ed Luskey
I've got to change my way of living,
cause trouble's all that I can see.
I gotta change my way of living,
Lord trouble's all that I can see.
My life is in such a mess,
there ain't no one to blame but me.
My good girl tried to tell me,
wouldn't hear a thing she said.
Lord my good girl tried to tell me,
wouldn't hear a lonesome thing she said.
Now she's taken her things and left me,
no place for me to lay my head.
Blue, Lord I'm blue.
Raining down on me.
I gotta change my way of living,
cause the blues is all I see.
Blue, Lord I'm blue.
Raining down on me.
I gotta change my way of living,
change my way,
the blues is all I see.
Now when your luck runs out,
that's when your friends will run out too.
Lord, when your luck runs out,
your fairweather friends will run out too.
You're a very lucky man, Lord
if there is just one who'll stand by you.
Blue, Lord I'm blue.
The blues raining down on me.
I gotta change my way of living,
cause the blues is all I see.
by Dickey Betts and Don Johnson
(c) 1979 EMI Blackwood Music Inc.
Ain't nobody, gonna do my baby wrong.
Ain't nobody, gonna do my baby wrong.
Lord, I still love that woman
Even though I know she's gone, long gone.
Lord, I know she's out walkin',
Walkin' up and down the street.
Well I know my baby's out walkin'
Walkin' up and down the street.
Lord she's got a brand new story
For each and every man she meets.
Blind love, blind love,
It oughta be a crime,
For lovin' you the way I do.
My best friend knows all about it,
He don't have a thing to say.
Lord he knows all about it,
He just don't have a thing to say.
Oh, it hurts me so bad, to see you treat me this way.
Well I see my baby walkin',
Now I don't even raise my hand.
When I see my baby walkin',
I don't even raise my hand,
Oh it hurts me in my heart,
To see you with another man.
Blind love, blind love,
It oughta be a crime,
For lovin' you the way I do.
Blind love, blind love,
It oughta be a crime,
For lovin' you the way I do.
Blind love, blind love,
It oughta be a crime,
For lovin' you the way I do.
by The Hourglass
* Sweet Little Angel
I got a sweet little angel, I love the way she spreads her wings,
I got a sweet little angel, I love the way she spreads her wings, now,
She spread her wings around, I get joy in everything.
Asked my baby for a nickel, she gave me a twenty dollar bill, now,
I asked my baby for a nickel, she gave me a twenty dollar bill, now,
Asked my baby for a drink of liquor, she gave me a whiskey still, ah.
* It's My Own Fault
It's my own fault baby, treat me the way you wanna do now,
It's my own fault baby, treat me the way you wanna do now,
Cause when you were lovin me little woman,
Ahhh, guess what? I didn't love you, no.
Cmon now.
* How Blue Can You Get?
I been down-hearted baby, ever since the day that we met,
I been down-hearted baby, ever since the day that we met,
Our love is nothin but the blues, Lord, how blue can you get?
Alright,
I bought you a new Ford, you said I want a Cadillac.
Bought you a ten dollar dinner, you said thanks for the snack.
Let you live in my penthouse, Lord, you called it a shack.
Gave you seven children and now you wanna give em back.
Oh, I been down-hearted baby, ever since the day that we met darlin now,
Now our love is nothin but the blues.
Oh, how blue can you get?
Transcribed by Ed Luskey
Last night sorta got so insane,
as I went ridin' on the all night train.
Took it down the street and around the block,
took it downtown baby where the big boys rock.
Roll on, roll on,
take me where I can ease my pain.
Preacher say boy now where you been?
Getting lead in my pockets,
putting money in sin.
When the mornin' comes not a nickel to my name,
threw it all away on the all night train.
Ride, let the passenger ride.
Ride, let the passenger ride.
I woke up late yesterday afternoon,
my eyeballs feeling like two balloons.
The doctor say things ain't never gonna change,
till you stop riding that all night train.
Ride, let the passenger ride.
Ride, let the passenger ride.
Took a little trip to keep from going insane,
spent the rest of my life on the all night train.
All night train.
All night train.
All night train.
