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Last Sunday morning, the sunshine felt like rain.
The week before, they all seemed the same. With the help of God and true friends, I've come to realize, I still have two strong legs, and even wings to fly. So I, ain't a-wastin time no more. Cause time goes by like hurricanes, and faster things. Well, Lord, Lord, Miss Sally, why all your cryin? Been around here three long days, lookin like we're dyin. Go step yourself outside, and look up at the stars above, And go on downtown, baby, find somebody to love. Meanwhile, I ain't a-wastin time no more. Cause time goes by like pouring rain, and much faster things. You don't need no gypsy to tell you why, Ya can't let one precious day to slip by. Well, look inside yourself, and if you don't see what you want, Maybe sometimes then ya don't, But, leave your mind alone and just get high. Well, by and by, way after many years have gone, And all the war freaks die off, leavin us alone. We'll raise our children, in the peaceful way we can, It's up to you and me brother, To try and try again. So, hear us now, we ain't wastin time no more. Cause time rolls by like hurricanes. Runnin after the subway train. Don't forget the pourin rain |
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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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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. |
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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. |
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Oh, tell me 'bout the car I saw,
parked outside your door, tell me what you left me waiting, two or three hours for. Tell me why when the phone rings baby, you're up and across the floor, please don't keep me wonderin' no longer. - 간 주 중 - I think about the bad times, Lord I think about yours and mine, you were lost in the silver spoon, thought I pulled you out in time. And I hope that you got reasons, for the way that you've been lyin', please don't keep me wonderin' no longer. - 간 주 중 - I think I'm gonna go now, but you know that I'll be back. Now you can think it over Baby, tell me how you're gonna act. I'm gonna keep on holding on, but I don't get no stronger, please don't keep me wonderin' no longer. - 간 주 중 - please don't keep me wonderin' no longer. |
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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, 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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When you can't find the light, That got you through the cloudy days, When the stars ain't shinin' bright, You feel like you've lost you're way, When those candle lights of home, Burn so very far away, Well you got to let your soul shine, Just like my daddy used to say. [Chorus] He used to say soulshine, It's better than sunshine, It's better than moonshine, Damn sure better than rain. Hey now people don't mind, We all get this way sometime, Got to let your soul shine, shine till the break of day. I grew up thinkin' that I had it made, Gonna make it on my own. Life can take the strongest man, Make him feel so alone. Now and then I feel a cold wind, Blowin' through my achin' bones, I think back to what my daddy said, He said |
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I been trapped inside four walls, feel like I can't call to no one
ah, way out on the outside. Well livin' alone is easy, but too long just don't seem really quite the thing to do, no. Think I'll drink up a little more wine, to ease my worried mind. And walk down on the street, and leave my blues at home. All behind. The landlord is on my line, I can't get no peace of mind. But I know there's something better. I can't stay and I can't run, can't keep waitin' for someone to find and go roll. Well I'll gather up all my four leaf clovers. Don't leave, I'm on my way over. A walk down on the street, and leave my blues at home. All behind. And I feel I have to scream whenever I get the notion. And though I try so hard, I can't hold back my emotions. But I... love you, but I can't have ya. Won't you sit by my side. You don't work, the man don't pay ya. There ain't no saint to come and save ya, oh, puttin' your toll down. Well, if you ride you pay the fare... with Satan on your back. And he don't care where you come from or where you goin'.And before I get myself all down, I jump up and kick the door down. And walk down on the street, and leave my blues at home. All behind. |
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Copyright Make a man go crazy, a woman wear her dress so tight Make a man go crazy, a woman wear her dress so tight Must be the same thing make a tom cat fight all night. Make you feel so good when your baby get her evening gown Make you feel so good when your baby get her evening gown Must be the same thing make a preacher lay his bible down. Woah that same thing, Woah that same thing, Tell me who is to blame, Whole world fighting about that same thing. What makes all these men chase a big leg woman down, What makes all these men chase a big leg woman down, Must be the same thing make a poor dog a hurtin' hound. Woah that same thing, Woah that same thing, Tell me who is to blame, Whole world fighting about that same thing. Oh that same thing, Woah that same thing, Tell me who is to blame, Whole world fighting about that same thing. |
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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. |
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Just one more mornin'
I had to wake up with the blues Pulled myself outta bed, yeah Put on my walkin' shoes, Went up on the mountain, To see what I could see, The whole world was fallin', right down in front of me. 'Cause I'm hung up on dreams I'll never see, yeah Baby. Ahh help me baby, or this will surely be the end of me, yeah. - 간 주 중 - Pull myself together, put on a new face, Climb down off the hilltop, baby, Get back in the race. 'Cause I'm hung up on dreams I'll never see, yeah Baby. Ahh help me baby, or this will surely be the end of me, yeah. - 간 주 중 - Pull myself together, put on a new face, Climb down off the hilltop, baby, Get back in the race. 'Cause I'm hung up on dreams I'll never see, yeah Baby. Ahh help me baby, or this will surely be the end of me, yeah. |
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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... |
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I've been run down and I've been lied to.
And I don't know why, I let that mean woman make me a fool. She took all my money, wrecks my new car. Now she's with one of my good time buddies, They're drinkin in some cross-town bar. Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, Like I been tied to the whippin post. Tied to the whippin post, tied to the whippin post. Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin. My friends tell me, that I've been such a fool. But I had to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin you. Drown myself in sorrow as I look at what you've done. But nothing seemed to change, the bad times stayed the same, And I can't run. Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, Like I been tied to the whippin post. Tied to the whippin post, tied to the whippin post. Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin. Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, Like I been tied to the whippin post. Tied to the whippin post, tied to the whippin post. Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin. |