Dreams

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.

By the allman brothers band
From the fillmore concerts

Well, yes, people i am a poor, drunken hearted boy.
Well, yeah, people i am a poor, drunken hearted boy.
I have a whole ocean of trouble,
And just a little, half pint of joy.

I drink because i'm worried, i don't drink because i'm dry.
I know if i keep on drinkin, i'm liable to drink away my life.
But that's alright.

Baby, bring me another half-a-pint,
I'm trying to drown these blues, yes i am.
People if you had my trouble,
Baby, i know you'd be drinkin too.

Alright.
Baby, bring me some old grandad's 100 proof.
Don't play like that man, you'll make me thirsty.
Oh, lord.

Baby, if i keep on drinkin, i know i can't last too long.
Woman, if i keep on drinkin, people ya know i can't last too long.
That's alright, cause when i'm dead and buried,
Please think about me when you hear this song.

By the hourglass

* sweet little angel
I got a sweet little angel, i love the way she spreads her wings,
I got a sweet little angel, i love the way she spreads her wings, now,
She spread her wings around, i get joy in everything.

Asked my baby for a nickel, she gave me a twenty dollar bill, now,
I asked my baby for a nickel, she gave me a twenty dollar bill, now,
Asked my baby for a drink of liquor, she gave me a whiskey still, ah.

* it's my own fault
It's my own fault baby, treat me the way you wanna do now,
It's my own fault baby, treat me the way you wanna do now,
Cause when you were lovin me little woman,
Ahhh, guess what? i didn't love you, no.
Cmon now.

* how blue can you get?
I been down-hearted baby, ever since the day that we met,
I been down-hearted baby, ever since the day that we met,
Our love is nothin but the blues, lord, how blue can you get?

Alright,
I bought you a new ford, you said i want a cadillac.
Bought you a ten dollar dinner, you said thanks for the snack.
Let you live in my penthouse, lord, you called it a shack.
Gave you seven children and now you wanna give em back.

Oh, i been down-hearted baby, ever since the day that we met darlin now,
Now our love is nothin but the blues.
Oh, how blue can you get?

Ain't but one way out baby, lord i just can't go out the door.
Ain't but one way out baby, and lord i just can't go out the door.
Cause there's a man down there, might be your man i don't know.

Lord you got me trapped woman, up on the second floor;
If i get by this time i won't be trapped no more.
So raise our window baby, i can ease out soft and slow.
And lord, your neighbors, no they won't be
Talking that stuff that they don't know.

Lord, i'm foolish to be here in the first place,
I know some man gonna walk in and take my place.
Ain't no way in the world, i'm going out that front door
Cause there's a man down there, might be your man i don't know.
Cause there's a man down there, might be your man i don't know.
Cause there's a man down there,

Freely
Lord, it just might happen to be your man...
Lord, it just a might be your man,
Oh baby, i just don't know...

Come and go blues
By gregg allman
(c) 1973 & 1974 by no exit music co. inc. & allbros music co.

People say that you're no good,
But i wouldn't cut you loose, baby, if i could.
Well, i seem to stay down on the ground,
Baby, i'm too far gone to turn around.
Oh, if only you would make up your mind,
Take me where you go, you're leaving me behind.
Lord, you got those come and go blues,
Lord, you got those some and go blues,
Yes, you do, oh and you got me feelin' like a fool.

'round 'n' 'round, 'round we go, -
Don't ask me why i stay here, i don't know.
Well maybe i'm a fool to care,
Without your sweet love, baby i would be nowhere.
Here i'll stay, locked in your web,
Till that day i might find somebody else.
I don't know just when that would be,
I don't know, i can't say as i can't see.
Lord you got me feeling like a fool.

Sail on, darlin', sail on
Woman, you go your way, and i'll go mine
Seems to me, that i once heard
That everything is finally cured by time
So sail on, darlin', sail on
Lord, i wish you good luck
And i'll see you when you come next time.

Woman, you got those come and go blues
Yeah, you got those come and go blues,
Yes, you do, oh and you got me feelin' like a fool.

(keith relf - jim mccarty - paul samwell-smith)

Verse 1:
Shapes
Of things before my eyes
Just teach me to despise
Will time make man more wise

Verse 2:

Here
Within my lonely frame
My eyes just hurt my brain
But will they seem the same

Chorus:
Come tomorrow
Will i be older
Come tomorrow
May be a soldier
Come tomorrow
Will i be bolder
Than today?

Verse 3:

Now
The trees are almost green
But will they still be seen
Where time and tide have been

Verse 4:

Fallen
Into your passing hands
Please don't destroy these lands
Don't make them desert sands

[repeat chorus]

Guitar solo:


Verse 5:

Soon
I hope that i will find
Loves deep within my mind
That won't disgrace my kind

no i'm no angel, no i'm no stranger to the street
I`ve got my label, so i won't crumble at your feet
And i know baby, so i've got scars upon my cheek
And i'm half crazy, come on and love me baby

So you find me hard to handle, well i'm easier to hold
So you like my spurs that jingle and i never leave you cold
So i might steal your diamonds i'll bring you back some gold
I'm no angel

No i'm no angel, no i'm no stranger to the dark
Let me rock your cradle, let me start a fire with your spark
Oh come on baby, come and let me show you my tatoo
Let me drive you crazy, come on and love me baby

So you don't give a darn about me, i never treat you bad
I won't ever lift a hand to hurt you & i'll always leave you glad
So i might steal your diamonds i'll bring you back some gold
I'm no angel

Lead

No i'm no angel, no i'm no stranger to the dark
Let me rock your cradle, let me start a fire in your heart
Oh come on baby, come and let me show you my tatoo
Let me drive you crazy, come on and love me baby

Crazy love
By dickey betts
(c) 1979 emi blackwood music inc. and pangola publishing company
Transcribed by johnny olsa

Some-where down on a back street
Way down deep in the back seat
Where i first learned how to moan your name,

I remember the night i met ya
Ooh sweet mama, i just can't forget ya
Can't stop thinkin' 'bout your crazy love

Crazy love
Crazy love
I love you mama
But you're too bad to change

Crazy love
Crazy love
I love you mama
Uh, uh

I'm laid up here lookin' at my shoes
Stuck here with these hotel blues
I wish you'd only just call me on the phone

Ain't no doubt and i don't mean maybe
Whoo! i just can't forget about you baby
Can't stop thinkin' 'bout your crazy love

Crazy love
Crazy love
I love you mama
But you're too bad to change

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.

[chorus]
Lord, i was born a ramblin' man,
Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best i can.
And when it's time for leavin',
I hope you'll understand,
That i was born a ramblin' man.

Well my father was a gambler down in georgia,
He wound up on the wrong end of a gun.
And i was born in the back seat of a greyhound bus
Rollin' down highway 41.

Chorus

I'm on my way to new orleans this mornin',
Leaving out of nashville, tennessee,
They're always having a good time down on the bayou,
Lord, them delta women think the world of me.

Chorus

[repeat and fade]
Lord, i was born a ramblin' man...

Instrumental

By dickey betts and don johnson
(c) 1979 emi blackwood music inc. and pangola publishing company

Can't take it with you.
Everybody knows.
Can't take it with you when you go.
Can't hide your love away.
Save it up for a rainy day.
Ya can't take it with you when you go.
And it hurts so bad when you finally have to show.
Chorus:
Can't take it with you.
Everybody knows.
Can't take it with you when you go.
Can't hide your love away.
Save it up for a rainy day.
You can't take it with you when you go.
No, you can't take it with you when you go. ooo.
No, you can't take it with you when you go, oh, no.
Play it high or low.
Break the bank in monte carlo.
You can play it just the way it falls.
Cut it like you want to.
But it just might come back and haunt you.
Lady luck's your mama when she calls.
Chorus
Hot-wire a fast car
Just to take a ride.
You can run, but you sure cannot hide.
Oh, tell her a lie
And live with it 'til you die, but you
Can't take it with you when you go.
Chorus

Can you tell me, tell me, friend, just exactly where i've been?
Is that so much to ask? i'll pay you back no matter what the task.
You seem really sure 'bout something i don't know,
Take that load off, looks like chest's about to go.
Your wasted words already been heard, are you really god, yes or no?

Well, all day and half the night you're walkin' round lookin' such a fright.
Is it me or is it you? i'd make a wager and i'd hope "to" lose.
Time's gone, looks like rome is 'bout to fall,
Next time take the elevator, please don't crawl.
Your wasted words so absurd, are you really satan, yes or no?

Well, i ain't no saint and you sure as hell ain't no savior,
Every other christmas i would practice good behavior.
That was then, this is now, don't ask me to be mister clean,
'cause baby, i don't know how.
Ring my phone 'bout ten more times, we will see,
Find that broke down line and let it be.
Your wasted words wiill never be heard, go on home baby and watch it on tv.

Weekday soap-box speciality, you know what i'm talkin' 'bout now,
By the way, this song's for you, sincerely, me.

Crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah.
The gypsy flies from coast to coast

Knowing many, loving none,
Bearing sorrow havin' fun,
But back home he'll always run
To sweet melissa... mmm...

Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same.
And no one knows the gypsy's name

No one hears his lonely sigh,
There are no blankets where he lies.
In all his deepest dreams the gypsy flies
With sweet melissa... mmm...

Again the morning's come,
Again he's on the run,
Sunbeams shining through his hair,
Appearing not to have a care.
Well, pick up your gear and gypsy roll on, roll on.

Crossroads, will you ever let him go? (lord, lord)
Will you hide the dead man's ghost,
Or will he lie, beneath the clay,
Or will his spirit roll away?

But i know that he won't stay without melissa.

Yes i know that he won't stay without melissa.

A man lay dieing in the streets
A thousend people fell down on their knees
Any other day he would have been.....
Preaching
Reaching all the people there
Oh lord lord

But lord knows i can't change what i saw
I say god rest his soul

The memphis battelground was red
Cause blood came pouring from his head
Women and children fallin' down.....
Crying
For the man they loved so well
Oh lord lord
But lord knows i can't change what i saw
I say god rest his soul

(i breake here)
Solo

But lord knows i can't change what i saw
I say god rest his soul

The morning sun will rise again
With all the passions growing thin
What we gonna do when war is come.. and we'r
Dieing
Dieing for the cause i know

(yeah but)
But lord knows i can't change what i saw
Say god rest his soul

By willie dickson

Could be spoonful of diamonds
Could be spoonful of gold
But i want a spoon ot your precious love
To satisfy my soul

Chorus
Men lies about it
Some are wild about it
Some dies without it
Everythings right about spoonful
That spoon,that spoon,that spoonful
That spoon,that spoon,that spoonful

Could be spoonful of coffee
Could be spoonful of tea
But i want a spoon of your precious love
That's good enough for me

Chorus
Men lies about it
Some are wild about it
Some dies without it
Everythings right about spoonful
That spoon,that spoon,that spoonful
That spoon,that spoon,that spoonful
.
Could be a spoonful of water
Searching from the desert sand
But just a spoon of that fortifies
Saved you from another man

Chorus
Men lies about it
Some are wild about it
Some dies without it
Everythings right about spoonful
That spoon,that spoon,that spoonful
That spoon,that spoon,that spoonful

By dickey betts
(c) 1973 & 1974 no exit music co., inc.

Well i'm southbound, lord i'm comin' home to you.
Well i'm southbound, baby, lord i'm comin' home to you.
I got that old lonesome feelin' that's sometimes called the blues.

Well i been workin' every night, travelin' every day.
Yes i been workin' every night, traveling every day.
You can tell your other man, sweet daddy's on his way.
Aww, ya better believe.

Well i'm southbound.
Whoa i'm southbound.
Well you can tell your other man, sweet daddy's on his way.

(guitar solo)

Got your hands full now baby, as soon as i hit that door.
You'll have your hands full now woman, just as soon as i hit that door.
Well i'm gonna make it on up to you for all the things you should have
Had before.

Lord, i'm southbound.
Yes i'm southbound.
Whoa i'm southbound, baby.
Said i'm southbound.
Well i'm gonna make it on up to you for all the things you should
Have had before.

(piano solo)
(guitar solo)

Well, i've got to run to keep from hiding,
And i'm bound to keep on riding.
And i've got one more silver dollar,
But i'm not gonna let them 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 them 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,

Repeat three times and fade
But i'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no
Not gonna let them catch the midnight rider.