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| 4:46 | ||||
[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... |
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| 4:03 | ||||
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. - 간 주 중 - 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. |
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| 3:43 | ||||
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. - 간 주 중 - 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. |
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| 2:06 | ||||
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| 2:57 | ||||
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, But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no Not gonna let them catch the Midnight Rider. But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no Not gonna let them catch the Midnight Rider. But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no Not gonna let them catch the Midnight Rider. But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no Not gonna let them catch the Midnight Rider. |
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| 3:44 | ||||
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| 5:15 | ||||
Copyright 1969 Unichappell Music Inc. and Elijah Blue Music (BMI) Black hearted woman, can't you see your poor man dyin'. Can't count on both hands, babe, all the lonely nights I've been cryin'. Well I'm tired of all your slippery ways, I can't take your evil lyin'. Oh, no. Black hearted woman, cheap trouble and pain is all you play. Black hearted woman, cheap trouble and pain is all you play. Some time thinking I'll be much better, if I was stiff down in my grave. No, I just can't stay. Yesterday I was your man, now you don't know my name. Yesterday I was your man, now you don't know my name. Well I'm going out to find a new way babe, oh, to get back into your game. Yeah, yeah. One of these days, I'm gonna catch you with your back door man. One of these days, yeah, I'm gonna catch you with your back door man. I'll be moving on down the road pretty baby, oh, to start all over again. Oh, yeah. |
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| 2:43 | ||||
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| 4:18 | ||||
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| 3:20 | ||||
I recall once upon a time,
Livin was so easy and I felt so fine. But, my, my, my right before my very eyes, Satan came with fire to burn me, Wouldn't listen when they warned me. A dagger in my back while she's calling me honey, Wouldn't stand back, for neither love nor money. Thirty minutes after my ship set sail, She put up a sign and my house began to wail. But, why, why, why I couldn't see it in my little girl's eyes? She had such a way to fool me, Lord she had a way to fool me. And I would ask the woman, Can you find it in yourself to please stand back? You ain't gonna rule me. Just when all began to fade, I reached out, threw the Ace of Spades. I put her on a train to the Everglades. Now that it's all over and gone, Somehow I just don't feel so alone. But, lie, lie, lie it seemed like such a waste of time. She did not ever seem to know me, But, now it's much too late to show me. But, if I ever see that woman walkin down the street I'll just stand back, And try to move away slowly. Oh, yeah. |
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| 5:10 | ||||
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| 3:51 | ||||
Crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah.
The gypsy flies from coast to coast, Knowing many, loving none, Bearing sorrow, having fun. But, back home he'll always run, To sweet Melissa. Mmmm-hmmm. Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same. And no one knows the gypsy's name, And no one hears his lonely sighs, There are no blankets where he lies. Lord, in his deepest dreams the gypsy flies, With sweet Melissa. Mmmm-hmmm. Again, the mornin's come. Again, he's on the run. A sunbeam's shinin through his hair. Fear 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. Or will you hide the dead man's ghost? Or will he lie, beneath the clay? Or will his spirit float away? But, I know that he won't stay, Without Melissa. Yes, I know that he won't stay, yeah, Without Melissa. Lord, Lord, it's all the same. Mmmmm-hmmmmm. |