Reach For The Sky

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.

By dickey betts
(c) 1980 emi blackwood music inc. and pangola publishing company

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.
Chorus:
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.
Chorus

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

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.