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8. | True Gravity |
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by Gregg Allman, Dickey Betts, Johnny Neel
Copyright 1990 CBS Records, Inc.
Transcribed by: Marcus Phromm
Well I am on the prowl, baby
Looking for someone to satisfy my needs.
Some way, somehow,
I'm gonna find someone to spend some time with me.
I ain't looking, out forever, for some woman to treat a good man right.
You look so good, you got me thinking.
You might satisfy my soul tonight.
Theres no harm done, I know you're the one
You don't got to worry, no hurry.
The night's still young,
I'm just looking for some good clean fun.
I am looking for one woman,
Ain't always tryin' to put me down.
I don't want nobody,
Who's always givin me that same old run around.
I ain't leapin'. I'm just leanin',
Looking for that good kind thing.
I can tell by the way you're acting,
you know exactly what I mean.
There's no harm done, I know you're the one.
You don't got to worry, no hurry
The night's still young,
I'm just looking for some good clean fun.
I better slow down, I don't wanna move too soon,
I'm so confused, I don't know what to do.
Please don't think I am movin' in for the kill,
But if you don't want to love me somebody else will.
I better slow down, I don't wanna move to soon,
I'm so confused, I don't know what to do.
Please don't think I am moving out for the kill,
If you don't want to love me somebody else will.
There's no harm done, I know you're the one.
You don't got to worry, no hurry
The night is still young,
I'm just looking for some good clean fun.
Some good clean fun...ohh, baby.
Just looking for some good clean fun...........
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by Dickey Betts
(c) 1990 CBS Records, Inc.
transcribed by Matt Dickie
Well now times got hard
And I didn't draw the card I needed
So I proceeded to bang it on down the line
Hitchhike, turnpike
And if you got room won't you let me ride?
Just as far as you're going
And lord knowing I'll be much obliged.
There was a light rain falling
I started recalling how lonesome a man can be
Feeling a chill When over the hill
Came a brand new baby blue Cadillac
Stop on a dime
I threw my guitar in the back and I climbed inside
Big Blue eyes said "Hey boy don't you want a ride?"
I Said to Birmingham, Alabama,
Or to Nashville Tennessee will do just fine with me.
Don't you know what I mean?
I'm coming from New Orleans.
Now hey, (na na.)
Mama won't you let me ride?
Well now black fur coat, diamond ring
Shining like something I ain't ever seen.
My old guitar and a roadside bar.
Walked in the door looking like a movie queen
There was a honky tonk jukebox, hardwood floor
She said "I ain't ever seen nothing like this before."
I said, "That's all right, mama won't you let me ride?"
On down to Birmingham, Alabama,
Or to Nashville Tennessee wiil do fine with me.
Don't you know what I mean?
I'm coming from New Orleans.
Now hey, (na na.)
Mama won't you let me ride?
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by Dickey Betts and Johnn Neel
(c) 1990 CBS Records, Inc.
Chorus:
Ain't that low down, low down dirty mean
The way you've been treatin' me,
Beats all I've ever seen.
I loaned you my brand new car,
Said you was goin' for a Sunday drive,
Yeah, here it is now four days later,
I don't know if you are dead or alive,
I got on the telephone this morning,
Put the word out on the street,
And I heard you was down in Memphis,
With a big man in the driver's seat.
Chorus
Got me a hidin' in the bushes,
Peekin' in the window pane,
Shadow moves along the wall,
I know you're in there with another man,
Tried to get in the front door,
Went around to the back door too,
I believe you've got a side track man in there,
Making my sweet love to you.
Chorus
Makin' my last proclamation,
Gonna lay it on the line,
Baby I'm runnin' out of patience,
And you are runnin' out of time,
Tired of all of your mean things,
And all your dirty tricks,
If I ever turn on you baby,
You're gonna be in some kind of fix.
Chorus (twice)
Yeah so low down, I know, low down dirty mean, ahhhhhh!
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by Dickey Betts and Warren Haynes
(c) 1990 CBS Records, Inc.
I've had my troubles,
I know you've had your troubles too.
Sometimes when you need a little sunshine,
it keeps rainin' down on you.
But I'm not gonna let it get me down,
Keep on pullin', things are gonna come around.
Shine it on,
Shine it on.
Little blue-eyed woman,
She made me feel so fine.
She got what she wanted,
Then she moved on down the line.
Yes I know about the pain,
Tears are gonna fall,
Just like rain.
Chorus:
Shine it on,
Look around you see what's goin' on.
Shine it on,
Before you end up out there on your own.
Don't let some rainy day, steal your heart away,
You got to go on,
It's just the dark before the dawn,
Shine it on.
Shine it on,
Look around you see what's goin' on.
Shine it on,
Before you end up out there on your own.
Don't let some rainy day, steal your heart away,
Shine it on,
Look around you see what's goin' on.
Shine it on,
Before you end up out there on your own.
Shine it on, oh baby.
Shine it on, shine it on, shine it on,
shine it on (repeat and fade).
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by Dickey Betts and Warren Haynes
(c) 1990 CBS Records, Inc.
transcribed by Matt Dickie
Pocket full of money
Got a big smile all on my face
Boy and I can charm the diamonds
right off the back of a rattlesnake
But you've got me so confused
Cut me cold as ice
I ain't used to losing
Guess I'm playing with loaded dice
Well the first time that I saw you
Said you'd just dumped your old man
Then the next time you was dealin
Must have dealt me a losing hand
Woman I tried to win your love
Just can't pay the price
Keep throwing in sevens
I keep on playing with loaded dice
Well I thought I was a hustler
But you sent me back to school
Keep playing some new game
Making up your own rules
Must be some kind of crazy
let you fool me twice
I don't know why
I keep playing with loaded dice
Well, tonight I hit the jackpot
I was shining like a diamond ring
Lady luck was smiling
And the old snake charmer was doing his thing
You saw the tables turn
man it sure felt nice
Now we see who's laughing
Now we see who's playing with the loaded dice
Girl you ain't like nothing
I've ever seen before
Keep throwing in aces
I keep coming back for more
Guess I should have listened
But you can't give a fool advice
Don't know why I keep playing with loaded dice.
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by The Allman Brothers Band
from Seven Turns
Seven turns on the highway,
Seven rivers to cross.
Sometimes, you feel like you could fly away,
Sometimes, you get lost.
And sometimes, in the darkened night,
You see the crossroad sign.
One way is the mornin light,
You got to make up your mind.
Somebody's callin your name.
Somebody's waiting for you.
Love is all that remains the same,
That's what it's all comin to.
Hey, yeah.
Runnin wild out on the road,
Just like a leaf on the wind.
How in the world could you ever know,
We'd ever meet again?
Seven turns on the highway,
Seven rivers to cross.
Sometimes, you feel like you could fly away,
Sometimes, you get lost.
Somebody's callin your name.
Somebody's waitin for you.
Love is all that remains the same,
That's what it's all comin to.
Somebody's callin your name.
Somebody's waitin for you.
Love is all that remains the same,
That's what it's all comin to.
Somebody's callin your name.
Somebody's waitin for you.
Somebody's callin your name.
That's what it's all coming to.
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Gambler's Roll
Words by Warren Haynes
Music by Warren Haynes and Johnny Neal
(c) 1990 Music Corporation of America, Inc.,
Buzzard Rock Music and Song Pantry Music, Inc.
Transcribed by B. Luckett
The dealer sits alone in the dark
Cigarette shines on his very last card
Everything he had... watched it come and go
On a gambler's roll
Cold wind blows a young girl's world apart
She bet it all she bet it all on the jack of hearts
Gained her freedom but lost her soul
On a gambler's roll On a gambler's roll
You know the gambler he rides... rides on a fools train
Ah tradin' silver for gold
Oh but his luck will change... time takes it's toll
On a gambler's roll
The dealer knows... it's just about his last game
Not even she knows all the sorrow and pain
As the forty-five deals the fatal blow
On a gamblers roll...on a gamblers roll
You know the gambler he rides... rides on a fools train
Tradin' silver for gold
Ah but his luck will change... time takes it's toll
On a gambler's roll... on a gambler's roll
On a gambler's roll... on a gamblers roll
On a gamblers... gambler's roll
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(c) 1990 by D. Crider and Johnny Neal
Transcribed by B. Luckett
Well, it's rainin' out the window.
With no sadness on your face.
As you're cleaning out your closet.
Throw your clothes around the place.
I can't stand to see you leaving.
I'm not ashamed to beg you to stay.
I can't lock the door and keep you.
I won't stand in your way.
Guess I've got to let you go.
But there's just one thing you should know.
It ain't over, it ain't over yet.
You might walk away but you won't forget.
I'll never stop loving you.
My mind is set.
So do what you gotta do yeah.
Cause it ain't over yet.
Guess I should have seen it coming.
But I can see it clearly now.
Gonna change my way of livin'.
Try to get you back somehow.
Some night when you're lonely.
And your thoughts have turned to me.
Just when you least expect it.
I'll come walking through your dreams.
So go on take that taxi ride.
Cause I know time is on my side.
It ain't over, it ain't over yet.
You might walk away but you won't forget.
I'll never stop loving you.
My mind is set.
Do what you gotta do baby.
It ain't over....
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