Dreams

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.

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!

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

Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low;
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low.
You got no nerve baby, to turn uncle john from your door.

I woke up this morning, i had them statesboro blues,
I woke up this morning, had them statesboro blues.
Well, i looked over in the corner, and grandpa seemed to have them too.

Well my momma died and left me,
My poppa died and left me,
I ain't good looking baby,
Want someone sweet and kind.

I'm goin' to the country, baby do you wanna go?
But if you can't make it baby, your sister lucille said she wanna go.
(and i sure will take her).

I love that woman, better than any woman i've ever seen;
Well, i love that woman, better than any woman i've ever seen.
Well, now, she treat me like a king, yeah, yeah, yeah,
I treat her like a dog gone queen.

Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low.
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low.
You got no nerve babe, to turn uncle john from your door.

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...

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

By jack bruce/pete brown
Transcribed by janne j

Walk along the river, sweet lullaby, it just keeps on flowing,
It don't worry 'bout where it's going, no, no.
Don't fly, mister blue bird, i'm just walking down the road,
Early morning sunshine tell me all i need to know

Chorus
You're my blue sky, you're my sunny day.
Lord, you know it makes me high when you turn your love my way,
Turn your love my way, yeah.

Good old sunday morning, bells are ringing everywhere.
Goin to carolina, it won't be long and i'll be there

Chorus

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.

Transcribed by paul gongola

Well here you come again
Claiming to be my long lost friend
I can tell you're wearing thin
You're trying to play those same old evil tricks again

No, no nobody
Not even you, babe
No, no nobody
Is gonna do the things you used to do

A wise man tried to warn me
But i would not hear a word
Just can't say that i feel badly
About all the bridges i have burned

No, no nobody
Not even you, babe
No, no nobody
Is gonna do the things you used to do

If you knew someone like i know you
You can hear their footsteps
And know exactly who they are
You ain't worthy my time or money
Much less my heart
Yet here you are again
Who the hell do you think you are

You've got a million dollar smile
And a half-a-dollar soul
You're a living lesson baby
And your story's getting old

No, no nobody
Not even you, babe
No, no nobody
Is gonna do the things you used to do

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.