The Allman Brothers Band

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….

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…

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…

Black hearted woman Can’t you see your poor man dyin’ Can’t count on both hands, baby 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 Seems trouble and pain is all you crave Black hearted woman Seems trouble…

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,…

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 thedoor. 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…

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…

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. 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,…