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Eric Clapton
Eric Clapton


Background information
Birth name Eric Patrick Clapton
Born March 30, 1945
Born place Ripley, Surrey, England
Genre(s) Hard Rock
Psychedelic Rock
Blues Rock
Rock
Years active 1962—present
Label(s) Polydor
Reprise Records
Atco Records
Apple Records
Associated acts Paul McCartney
The Beatles
George Harrison
The Dirty Mac
The Plastic Ono Band
The Yardbirds
John Mayall & the Bluesbreakers
Eric Clapton's Powerhouse
Cream
Free Creek
Dire Straits
Blind Faith
Freddie King
Phil Collins
Delaney, Bonnie & Friends
Derek and the Dominos
Simon Climie
Jeff Beck
Steve Winwood
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Eric Clapton Album


There's One In Every Crowd (1975)
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(traditional)

God is warning the nations,
Warning them in every way
To turn away from the evil
And seek the Lord and pray.

We've been told that God done warned us,
Jesus coming soon.
We've been told that God done warned us,
Jesus coming soon.

Verse

Chorus

Verse

Chorus

Chorus Six Times

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Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home

I looked over Jordan
And what did I see,
Coming for to carry me home
A band of angels
Coming after me
Coming for to carry me home

Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home

If you get there
Before I do
Coming for to carry me home
Tell all my friends
I'm coming too
Coming for to carry me home

Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home

Sometimes I'm up
And sometimes I'm down
Coming for to carry me home
But still my soul
Feels heavenly bound
Coming for to carry me home

Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home

Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home

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by Jim Byfield

You don't need no high I.Q.
To get right down and sing the blues.
If you're down, here's what to do;
Me and my guitar will sing for you.

Oh, little Rachel, oh.
Oh, little Rachel, oh.
Oh, little Rachel, oh.
Oh, little Rachel, oh.

I got a box and an old whisk broom.
We gonna rock around the room.
When my guitar plays this tune,
We gonna dance to the light of the moon.

Chorus

What you feel, that ain't no jive.
The get down sound makes you feel alive.

Chorus

Push it, little Rachel, push it.
Push it, little Rachel, push it.

Pull it, little Rachel, pull it.
Pull it, little Rachel, pull it.

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by Eric Clapton and George Terry

Hear my story and listen well;
Truth is in all that I tell.
It could never have been me.
I did not shoot no deputy.

Mr. Grant, the deputy,
Friend to my whole family.
He always tell me when John Brown
Was getting ready to come around.

Don't blame me.
Don't blame me.

I hide it all except a few seeds
And make him think I plant for me.
When Mr. Grant and I know all the while
We've got enough for the whole island.

Three years now we sell it in town
Under the bucket that goes down.
No one knew of it but three:
Mr. Grant, Davis and me.

Chorus

I swear by God it is a plot;
Davis sent me here to rot.
Listen people, can't you see
Mr. Davis shot the deputy.

Chorus

Chorus

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(by Elmore James, Morgan Robinson and Clarence Lewis)

The sky is crying, look at the tears rolling down the streets.
The sky is crying, look at the tears rolling down the streets.
I looked out my window, the rain was falling down in sheets.

My baby left me this morning, Lord knows I don't know the reason why.
My baby left me this morning, I don't know the reason why.
And everytime I think about it, I hang my head and cry.

The sun is shining, although it's raining in my heart.
The sun is shining, although it's raining in my heart.
I love my baby, I hate to see us part.

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by Mary McCreary

I've been working so hard,
Just came home from my job.
Looked down in my wallet,
Good God, I've been robbed.


Now where can my money be,
All my hard-earned pay?
What am I going to do now?
I got my bills to pay.


You got me singin' the blues,
And I'm paying all my dues.
You got me singin' the blues,
Ain't got nothing to lose.


I got to tell you I got the blues down in my pockets.
People, what did I say?
Bills are gonna rob me tomorrow,
Why I need my ten dollars today.


Chorus

Ain't no way to get even
Because, you know what I mean,
Every time I make me some money
Somebody's going to take it from me.


Chorus

Chorus

. . .


Life is what you make it,
That's what the people say.
And if I can't make it through tomorrow,
I'd better make it through today.

I have had my share of troubles;
It's nothing new to me.
When I look around me,
All I see is misery.

Life is what you make it,
At least that's what the people say.
And if we can't make it through tomorrow
We'd better make it through today, through today.
Through today.

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by Eric Clapton

Left alone to cry
While he goes out singing,
And she don't see why
A wedding bell ain't ringing.

Left alone to cry
While he goes out rocking,
And she can't see why
It ain't her he's socking.

Goodbye, pretty blue eyes.
Goodbye, pretty blue eyes.

Left alone to cry;
Life don't seem worth living.
I stand to say goodbye,
Done enough forgiving.

Chorus

. . .


by Eric Clapton

High upon a mountain top
Where the eagle builds his nest
I shall go wandering,
Trying to put my mind at rest,
And I shall never cease
Until the day I die.

He was once a friend of mine,
But I did not know or care
Until she said goodbye.
I cried till I could hardly see
The meaning of my life.
What do I do now?

First Verse

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by Eric Clapton

Night after day, day after night.
White after black, black after white.
Fight after peace, peace after fight.
Life after death, death after life.

Verse Twice

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