The Allman Brothers Band Album

We've been through hell and high water
Ready to go through it all again
As long as we've got a quarter between us all
We're gonna have money to spend, oh
Kicked down the doors in New Orleans
We got busted at Grove Hill where nobody goes
And Long Bob drove us to the Badlands
You can bet your ass we're gonna make it
down to tomorrow night's show

We took time by the horns
Cryin' out loud
Stood there naked up there in front of the crowd
Been a million miles
On a lost highway
They might name a street after us one of these days

Oh, we've seen the good times, we've seen the bad
Worse time we ever seen, is the best some folks ever had
And the Stone mowed us down, with a cold-hearted quill
But we ain't changed our ways, and I guess we never will

We took time by the horns
Cryin' out loud
Stood there naked up there in front of the crowd
Been a million miles
On a lost highway
They might name a street after us one of these days.

by Gregg Allman and Daniel Toler
(c) 1980 EMI Blackwood Music Inc.
Well I don't know, if I dreamed it.
I don't know, might be real.
Lord, it's so strange, how one will find another,
But I keep on searchin', cause I know you're out there,
And all I gotta do is open my eyes and see her - the mystery woman.
Cause I'm confused, but only sometimes.
Patiently waiting, baby just for you.
But I'll be leavin', babe, I won't go under.
All I gotta do is open my eyes and see her - a mystery woman.

If I have to chase her, all around the country.
Well I'm bound to find her somewhere, and that's no lie.
Ain't it strange, how one will find another,
But I'll keep on searchin', cause I know you're out there,
All I gotta do is open my eyes and see her - a mystery woman.
All I gotta do, is open my eyes and see you - my mystery woman.
Hey, yeah - my mystery woman.

[No lyrics]

by Dickey Betts
(c) 1980 EMI Blackwood Music Inc. and Pangola Publishing Company

Oh-uh-oh, oooh.
I got a right to be wrong.
I got a right to be lonely when you're gone.
Whoa, I'll get out around, tear up my own home town.
Get mocked up, locked up, wind up in the lost and found,
Oh, I got a right to be wrong.
Well it's so easy to give advice,
When you ain't the one who got to pay the price.
Sit up there on your hill telling me I got to sink or swim.
Well it might thrill you, to make me want to kill ya,
I can't believe you're leavin' me for him,
I got a right to be wrong.
Chorus:
Oh, loan me a dollar and watch me follow you around,
You got all the moves, you're puttin' me through school.
Oh, I give you my best, but I guess I'm still your fool,
Babe, I got you down in my song.
I got a right to be wrong.
I've been con-flicted, e-victed, re-stricted,
Served with a letter sent to whom it may concern,
Still around Lord, I'm still in town,
A lesson hard learned nearly got me down,
It's a cryin' shame, you don't even know my name,
A low down lonesome song,
I got a right to be wrong.
Chorus
I got a right to be wrong.

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

Famous Last Words
by Dickey Betts, Mike Lawler and Johnny Cobb
(c) 1980 EMI Blackwood Music Inc., Pangola Publishing Company and
Milene Music, Inc.

Famous last words, I'll be right back in a little while,
I'll be home early, famous last words.
Here comes the dawn, got to be headin' home in a little while,
She'll be up singing along with the birds,
Still believing famous last words.
Chorus:
After all is said and done,
You know that I would never do you no wrong,
I never lied, never even tried,
Even in famous last words.
She sits there waiting, anticipating his return,
There all alone, if only the phone would ring,
Telling her only one thing, famous last words.
Chorus

Keep On Keepin' On
by Dickey Betts and Daniel Toler
(c) 1980 EMI Blackwood Music Inc. and Pangola Publishing Company

Tried everything I know,
Held my hand but now I've got to show.
Trying to understand the things you've learned,
But you don't seem to be concerned at all.
Chorus:
I'm gonna keep on keepin' on,
Ain't gonna leave you alone,
Keep on keepin' on,
Ain't gonna leave you alone,
Gonna get you to love me.
Sometimes it seems like there's just no way at all,
You just keep drifting and drifting away.
You ain't never home, when I call you on the telephone,
But I'm gonna fool around, get you back someday.
Chorus
I don't care what everybody's gotta say,
I'm gonna love you anyway,
Even if you don't care any longer,
My little bit of love keeps getting stronger.
Chorus
Lord I'm gonna, keep on keepin' on.
Gonna, make you mine. Love me...yeah.

by Gregg Allman and Daniel Toler
(c) 1980 EMI Blackwood Music Inc.
So long, I hope our paths meet again some day.
Oh, but who's to say, who's to say, where or when?
And I'll be hopin' that it'll be real, real soon.
Yeah, I'll be hopin' that you'll be there sharin'
My little cozy bedroom.
We've been together down that long and lonesome road.
The happiness we've shared was through each other
And it's a doggone shame such a beautiful thing,
Should have to fade away,
Not too many people ever had what we had,
To throw it all away is oh, so sad. So long, so long.
So long. I believe our paths may cross again.
And I thank the Lord, thank the Lord,
that this time we parted friends.
So for this time, so long, so long, so long, so long.