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*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. *Repeat 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. *Repeat (Repeat and Fade) Lord, I was born a ramblin' man... |
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| 2. |
| 7:35 | 
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| 3. |
| 4:06 |
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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. |
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| 2:59 |
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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. |
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| 3:57 |
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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. |
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| 6. |
| 2:27 |
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Don't Want You No More
by Spencer Davis and Edward Hardin Copyright 1967 Dick James Music, Ltd. |
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| 7. |
| 4:57 |
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I have not come, yeah, to testify
about our bad, bad misfortune and I ain't here a wond'rin' why. But I'll live on and I'll be strong 'cause it just ain't my cross to bear. I sat down and wrote you a long letter, it was just the other day. Said, sure as the sunrise, baby, tomorrow I'll be up and on my way. But I'll live on and I'll be strong 'cause it just ain't my cross to bear. But in the end, baby, long towards the end of your road, don't reach out for me, babe, 'cause I'm not gonna carry your load. But I'll live on and I'll be strong 'cause it just ain't my cross to bear. |
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| 4:19 |
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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. |
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| 7:09 |
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| 10. |
| 5:02 |
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Gypsy woman told my mama while fore I was born.
Got a boy child comin mama, he'll be a bad one, now. Make all you little girls, turn your heads around. Then I'm gonna take you little girls, Gonna take you right on down, With me yeah. Oh, you just wait and see. I'll be your hoochie coochie man, I'll set you free. On the seventh hour, of the seventh day, On the seventh month, seven doctors they say. I've got lots of good luck, you know they all agree. But now if ya, if you're lookin for trouble babe, You better not mess with me. Hey, cause you know I'll get ya one by one. Ain't no fun. I'm that old hoochie coochie man, I'm a bad son of a gun. Got a John d' Conqueroot and got some mojo too, We got a black cat born, we're gonna slip it to you. Hey, move over people just as fast as you can. Said I know you're waitin for me cause I'm the hoochie coochie man. I'm gonna get you, one by one. I got set on that old hoochie coochie man, And I'm your son of a gun. Now the gypsy woman told mama, oh while fore I was born, She said you know he's comin mama, he'll be a bad, very bad one. Make all the ladies, heh, turn their heads around. You said, I can just see all those women, chasin him all down. I'm your hoochie coochie man, everybody knows it. |
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| 5:24 |
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I been run down, I been lied to,
I don't know why I let that mean woman make me a fool. She took all my money, wrecked my new car. Now she's with one of my goodtime buddies, They're drinkin' in some crosstown bar. Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, Like I been tied to the whipping post, Tied to the whipping post, Tied to the whipping post, Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'. My friends tell me, that I've been such a fool, And I have to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin' you. Drown myself in sorrow, and I look at what you've done. But nothin' seems to change, the bad times stay the same, And I can't run. Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, Like I been tied to the whipping post Tied to the whipping post, Tied to the whipping post, Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'. Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, Like I been tied to the whipping post Tied to the whipping post, Tied to the whipping post, Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'. |
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| 12. |
| 7:00 |
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| 13. |
| 5:14 |
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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 *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 *Repeat |
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| 3:49 |
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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 |
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| 5:12 |
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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. 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. |
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| 4:42 |
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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 |
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