Dreams

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'.

Transcribed by rich kulawiec, rsk@ecn.purdue.edu

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

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.

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)

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

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.

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 duane allman
(c) 1972 & 1974 by no exit music co., inc.

Instrumental

By forrest richard betts
(c) 1970 & 1974 by no exit music co., inc.

Instrumental

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 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.

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

[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]
Lord, i was born a ramblin' man...

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

Instrumental

By jack bruce/pete brown
Transcribed by janne j

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.

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.

Yes i know that he won't stay without melissa.

By gregg allman
(c) 1970 & 1974 by no exit music co. inc.

Transcribed by jory kahn

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]

Transcribed by joshua zemel

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 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