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1969 |
1. | Don't Want You No More |
2. | It's Not My Cross To Bear |
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It's Not My Cross To Bear |
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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, baby, 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, seems trouble and pain is all you crave.
Black hearted woman, seems trouble and pain is all you crave.
Some time thinking I'll be much better, if I was stiff down in my grave.
I just can't stay. Yeah.
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 baby, oh, to get back into your
game.
Yeah, yeah.
One of these days, gonna catch you with your back door man.
One of these days, yeah, gonna catch you with your back door man.
I'll be moving on down the road pretty baby, ah, to start all over
again.
Ah, yeah.
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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.
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Every Hungry Woman
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
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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)
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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'
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