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The Allman Brothers Band
The Allman Brothers Band


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Откуда Jacksonville, Florida, U.S.
Жанры Southern Rock
Blues Rock
Country Rock
Годы 1969—1976
Лейблы Arista Records
Epic Records
Sanctuary Records
PolyGram Records
Capricorn Records
См. также Gov't Mule
Derek and the Dominos
The Dead
Derek Trucks
Dickey Betts
Sea Level
Сайт Website
Состав
Warren Haynes
Derek Trucks
Gregg Allman
Butch Trucks
Jai Johanny "Jaimoe" Johanson
Marc Quiñones
Oteil Burbridge
Бывшие участники
Allen Woody
Dan Toler
Duane Allman
Berry Oakley
Dickey Betts
Chuck Leavell
Lamar Williams
David Goldflies
David "Frankie" Toler
Mike Lawler
Johnny Neel
Jack Pearson
Jimmy Herring



Альбом The Allman Brothers Band


Dreams (1989)
1989
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14.
Don't Want You No More
15.
It's Not My Cross To Bear
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9.
In Memory Of Elizabeth Reed (Live)
10.
1.
You Don't Love Me (Soul Serenade)
2.
3.
Little Martha
4.
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8.
9.
Jessica
10.
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12.
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Can't Lose What You Never Had
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9.
In Memory Of Elizabeth Reed
10.
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16.
Duane's Tune
. . .


(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 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 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

. . .


Once I was on my own and falling
Once I was all alone and calling
For someone anyone today
To help me just a little on my way
And then I took a look around
I saw all that love that surrounded 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 depending
Always to help your in deep ending
Your reason for being whom you are
And asking for that lightest brightest star
I thought that all I had to do
Was beleving the things that was true to me
And let it happen naturally
And Cast Off All My Fears that bound me
Cast Off All My Fears that bound me

solo

I thought that all I had to do
Was beleving the things that was true to me
And let it happen naturally
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

. . .


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
You got 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

. . .


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

. . .


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?

. . .


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 has come true
What they've been saying all these years has come true

Got no morning dew, woh

. . .


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

. . .


Free when I dance with 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 one huge 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 one huge 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

. . .


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

. . .


I've had my fun if I don't ever get well no more
I've had my fun if I don't ever get well no more
I know my health is failing me now
I know I'm goin' down slow

Won't somebody write my mother and tell her the shape I'm in
I want somebody to writet my mother and tell her the shape I'm in
I want you tell her to pray for me
Ask her to forgive me for all my sins

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 things I should

Mmmm Mmmmmm
Mmmm Mmmmmm

. . .


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)

. . .

Don't Want You No More

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. . .

It's Not My Cross To Bear

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. . .


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.

. . .


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)

. . .


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,
But I'm somewhat 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,
And she look like a dog gone queen.

Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low.
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low.
You got no nerve babe, to turn Uncle John from your door.

. . .


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.

. . .


Well, I've got to run to keep from hidin',
And I'm bound to keep on ridin'.
And I've got one more silver dollar,
But I'm not gonna let 'em 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 'em 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,

But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no
Not gonna let 'em catch the Midnight Rider.

No, I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no
Not gonna let 'em catch the Midnight Rider.

No, I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no
Not gonna let 'em catch the Midnight Rider.

. . .


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

. . .


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
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.

. . .


I will long for a trip, don't need no grip
I'm takin' one more ride
'Way out there in the prairie air
I guess it's in my hide
For the clickety-clack of the railroad track is callin'
If a man that knows where the Santa Fe goes
When she gets under steam
And a big loud bell bids a fond farewell
To hear her whistle scream
She's bound to go where there ain't no snow a-fallin'
One more ride

I will miss the gloom of the pale white moon
That seemed to know my name
And the tumbleweeds where the prairie dogs feed
I miss them just the same
They're all a part of the song in my heart I'm singin'
I recall a tune that I sang to the moon
It seemed to make him smile
As I rode away at the close of day
And stayed so long, awhile
But I long to be where the memory is ringin'
One more ride

As the years roll by, I wonder why
I long to leave my home
And hit the trail of the iron rail
Away out there alone
But my heart will sigh 'til I know that I am leavin'
If I don't come back there's a one-way track
Way down in Mexico
You'll find me there or any old where
That a tumbleweed will grow
So it's goodbye now, you'll never know how I'm grievin'
One more ride

. . .


I've been run down
I've been lied to
I don't know why,
I let that mean woman make me a fool
She took all my money
Wrecks my new car
Now she's with one of my good time buddies
They're drinkin' in some cross town bar

Sometimes I feel
Sometimes I feel
Like I've 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 down and take it babe,
All for lovin' you
I drown myself in sorrow
As I look at what you've done
Nothin' seems to change
Bad times stay the same
And I can't run

Sometimes I feel
Sometimes I feel
Like I've 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've been tied
To the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Good lord I feel like I'm dyin'

. . .

In Memory Of Elizabeth Reed

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. . .


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.

. . .


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.

. . .


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

. . .

Little Martha

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. . .


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 sighs,
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 float away?

But I know that he won't stay without Melissa.

Yes I know that he won't stay without Melissa.

. . .


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.

. . .


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.

. . .


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.

My father was a gambler down in Georgia,
And 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.

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.

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.

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.

(Repeat and Fade)
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man...

. . .


by Dickey Betts
(c) 1973 and 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)

. . .

Jessica

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Well, I've got to run to keep from hidin',
And I'm bound to keep on ridin'.
And I've got one more silver dollar,
But I'm not gonna let 'em 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 'em 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,

But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no
Not gonna let 'em catch the Midnight Rider.

No, I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no
Not gonna let 'em catch the Midnight Rider.

No, I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no
Not gonna let 'em catch the Midnight Rider.

. . .


One Way Out


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 your window baby, and 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,

Lord, it just might happen to be your man...
Lord, it just a might be your man,
Mmm-mm-mmm-mm...
Lord, it just a might be your man,
Oh baby, I just don't know..

. . .


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

. . .

Can't Lose What You Never Had

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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

. . .


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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. . .


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

. . .


Well I've been around
For a pretty good while
I've been on the move
Since I was just a little baby child
Been with Ive been with out
Never been no doubt
When that good time feelin comes around

Well I've got my temper, just like you
A little fussin and fightin, well they aint nothing new
But for a little while tonight everything gonna be all right
When that good time feelin come around

Well I can't get enough of that wonderful stuff
Never felt so fine, hey now drivin me out of my mind
Somebody said it cant be done
Were gonna mess around and have a little fun
When that good time feelin comes around

Well I can't get enough of that wonderful stuff
Never felt so fine, hey now drivin me out of my mind
Someone said it cant be done
Were gonna mess around and have a little fun
When that good time feelin come around
When that good time feelin come around
When that good time feelin come around

. . .


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 cant forget ya
Cant stop thinkin bout your crazy love

Crazy love
Crazy love
I love you mama
But youre too bad to change

Crazy love
Crazy love
I love you mama
Uh, uh

Im laid up here lookin at my shoes
Stuck here with these hotel blues
I wish youd only just call me on the phone

Aint no doubt and I dont mean maybe
Whoo! i just cant forget about you baby
Cant stop thinkin bout your crazy love

Crazy love
Crazy love
I love you mama
But youre too bad to change

. . .


Can't Take It With You
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

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

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

( Guitar solo )

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
And it hurts so bad when you finally have to show

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, ooh
No, you can't take it with you when you go, not now

. . .


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)

. . .

In Memory Of Elizabeth Reed

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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

. . .


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

. . .


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

. . .


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 don't 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.

. . .


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 tattoo
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

No I'm no angel,
No I'm no stranger to the dark
Let me rock your cradle,
Let me start a fire in your heart
Oh come on baby
Come and let me show you my tattoo
Let me drive you crazy
Come on and love me baby
Oh come on baby…
Drive me crazy
Drive me crazy
Oh come on baby
Oh come on baby

. . .


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

. . .

Duane's Tune

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