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by Dickey Betts
(c) 1973 & 1974 No Exit Music Co., Inc. 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. (Guitar solo) 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. (Piano solo) (Guitar solo) |
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[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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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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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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Had a sweet little girl,
Run out and took the baby boy, people ain't that sad. Oh, had a sweet little girl, Left me, run out and took the baby boy, oh ain't that sad. Chorus: Can't spend what you ain't got, Can't lose what you never had. Can't spend what you ain't got, Can't lose what you never had. Had some money in the bank, Got busted, people ain't that so sad. Oh, I had some money in the bank, Got busted, people, people ain't that sad. Chorus Had a sweet little home, Got drunk, burned it down, people ain't that sad. Oh, had a sweet little home, Got drunk, burned it down, people ain't that sad. Chorus Ooooh, hmmmm, hmmmm... oohhhh! |
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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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| 5:23 |
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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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