The Allman Brothers Band Album

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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.

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.

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

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)

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'

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.

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
Please don't keep me wonderin' no longer

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.

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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
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 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.