The Allman Brothers Band Album

Had a sweet little girl,
Run out and took the baby boy, people ain't that sad.
Oh, had a sweet little girl,
Left me, run out and took the baby boy, oh ain't that sad.
Chorus:
Can't spend what you ain't got,
Can't lose what you never had.
Can't spend what you ain't got,
Can't lose what you never had.
Had some money in the bank,
Got busted, people ain't that so sad.
Oh, I had some money in the bank,
Got busted, people, people ain't that sad.
Chorus
Had a sweet little home,
Got drunk, burned it down, people ain't that sad.
Oh, had a sweet little home,
Got drunk, burned it down, people ain't that sad.
Chorus
Ooooh, hmmmm, hmmmm... oohhhh!

by Dickey Betts
(c) 1975 Uichappell Music Inc. and F. R. Betts Music (BMI)

Transcribed by Sam Carle

Sit alone, waiting on the morning,
Woman leaving her whole life behind,
train rolling on, taking mama's baby home,
Noone knows what's going through her mind,

Just another love song I'm singing,
And you know people sing them all of the time,
Just another lonesome guitar ringing,
The only difference is this one is mine,

Freedom, Lord what a funny word,
We search for it just like some kind of fool,
Woman leaving home, man sit's there all alone,
Little child is paying all the dues

(Chorus)

by Gregg Allman
Copyright 1975 Allbro Music, Unichappell Music Inc. and Elijah Blue Music

Lay a hand full of marked cards,
I played the last game.
Well, all the time you know,
that everybody's doin' the same.
Ain't it cruel, now, baby
how life is full of such shame? But
Chorus:
Nevertheless, I can't keep myself from lovin' you, no.
Nevertheless, I can't keep myself from lovin you, (naw/no)
With that loaded gun you seem to
Have so much fun.
Scarin' hell outta people that you
Claim you love.
Cannot find no reason why you're
Doin' the things you do.
Chorus
Well, I get so tired of makin' reservations for you.
And even my good friends call me,
Make me feel the fool.
But then I find no reason why you're
Doin' the things you do.
Chorus

Endlessly facing the cold concrete floor
Four cold grey walls, and no doors
I barely remember the last forty days
Or just what they're holdin' me for
So far away, they tell me:
"Boy, You're here to stay; win, lose or draw"
Letters unanswered and visits so few
Cold desperation I know
I guess I'd give most anything
Oh Lord, if they'd just let me go
I'm so far away
Day after lonely, lonely day
Win, Lose or Draw

Ma, shes dead and gone
Pa just don't seem to find the time
It makes me so sad that he's forsaken me
When he's all I had left I call mine
I'm so far away
Day after lonely, lonely day
Win, lose or draw.

There's two men in one room for ten long years
Still strangers that talk away the time
'Cause each time I think of your soft hand in mine
I lay here and die one more time
And I'm so far away
Day after lonely, lonely day
Win, Lose or Draw

by Forrest Richard Betts
(c) 1975 Uichappell Music Inc. and F. R. Betts Music (BMI)

Chorus
Louisiana Lou and Three Card Monty John,
Oh lord, what a natural pair.
Looking for a game, fortune and fame,
Waitin' just a little farther down the road somewhere.
Now Three Card Monty is a gamblin' game,
Two black aces and a pretty red queen,
Keep your eye on the lady and lay your money down,
Watch the fastest hand you've ever seen.
Texas Hustlin' Billy, lord he's on the road again,
He was seen in New Orleans the other day,
Now Lou is known as quite a man with a pool cue in his hand,
Won't be long 'til him and John were headed down that way.
Chorus
It was Friday night, lord the time was right,
Texas Billy finally made his play,
The game went on into the night and just about dawn,
They were counting Bill's money lord, headed for LA
Chorus
Waitin' just a little farther down the road somewhere

[No lyrics]

by Billy Joe Shaver

Sweet mama, lay your burden down,
Sweet mama, lay your burden down,
Just let me tell you 'bout some truth in life I've found,
Sweet mama, lord. set yourself right down.
Lord, pride, it ain't worth a US dime, lord no,
Well pride, it ain't worth a poor man's time
And it's misery to be so jealous all the time
Sweet mama, lord, be kind to your mind.
Sweet mama, lay your burden down,
Oh sweet mama, lord lay them trophies down,
You know it ain't no good to be givin' me that same old run-around,
Cause sweet mama, lay your burden down.
Sweet mama, lord, you're so feelin' fine
And I know that you think this is just a line,
But I only put these words into this little song,
To try, lord, and help us get along.