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Blue Sky
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
Chorus
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
Chorus |
Crazy Love
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 |
Dreams
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.
[chorus]
¡¯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.
Pull myself together, put on a new face,
Climb down off the hilltop, baby,
Get back in the race.
[chorus]
Pull myself together, put on a new face,
Climb down off the hilltop, baby,
Get back in the race.
[chorus] |
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Melissa
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. |
Midnight Rider
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. |
Ramblin¡¯ Man
[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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Revival
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. |
Stand Back
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. |
Whipping Post
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 down.
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¡¯. |