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 baby, 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 doggone queen
Lord wake my momma, turn your lamp down low
Wake up momma, but turn your lamp down low
You got no nerve baby, to turn Uncle John from your door, no!
The Allman Brothers Band - A Decade of Hits 1969–1979 Album Lyrics
The Allman Brothers Band - A Decade of Hits 1969–1979 Lyrics
Writer: Willie McTell
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Ramblin Man
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
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
But 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
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
[Instrumental Interlude]
I'm on my way to New Orleans this mornin'
Leavin' out of Nashville, Tennessee
They're always having a good time down on the bayou, Lord
Them Delta women think the world of me
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
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Writer: FORREST RICHARD BETTS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Midnight Rider
Well, I've got to run to keep from hidin',
And I'm bound to keep on ridin'.
And I've got one more silver dollar,
But I'm not gonna let 'em 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 'em 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 'em catch the Midnight Rider.
No, I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no
Not gonna let 'em catch the Midnight Rider.
No, I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no
Not gonna let 'em catch the Midnight Rider.
And I'm bound to keep on ridin'.
And I've got one more silver dollar,
But I'm not gonna let 'em 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 'em 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 'em catch the Midnight Rider.
No, I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no
Not gonna let 'em catch the Midnight Rider.
No, I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no
Not gonna let 'em catch the Midnight Rider.
Writer: Gregg L. Allman, Robert Kim Payne
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Southbound
Well I'm Southbound, Lord I'm comin' home to you
Lord I'm Southbound, baby, Lord I'm comin' home to you
I got that old lonesome feelin' that's sometimes called the blues
Lord 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, while travelin' every day
Lord I been workin' every night, traveling every day
Oh you can tell your other man, sweet daddy's on the way
Oh, you better believe
Well I'm Southbound
Whoa I'm Southbound, baby
Well you better tell your other man, sweet daddy's on his way
Oh I'm Southbound, baby
Got your hands full now baby, as soon as I hit that door
Got your hands full now woman, 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
Oh Southbound, baby
Whoa I'm goin' Southbound, baby
Make it all up to you
You, you should have had before
Writer: RICHARD BETTS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Melissa
Crossroads
Seem to come and go, yeah
The Gypsy flies
From coast to coast
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 sighs
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 float away?
But I know that he won't stay
Without Melissa
Yes, I know that he won't stay
Without Melissa
Just won't stay
Writer: STEPHEN ALAIMO, GREGG ALLMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Aint Wastin Time No More
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
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
Writer: GREGG L. ALLMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Crazy Love
Somewhere down on a back street
Way down deep in the back seat
Where I first learned how to moan your name,
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 cant forget ya
Cant stop thinkin bout your crazy love
Crazy love
Crazy love
I love you mama
But youre too bad to change
Crazy love
Crazy love
I love you mama
Uh, uh
Im laid up here lookin at my shoes
Stuck here with these hotel blues
I wish youd only just call me on the phone
Aint no doubt and I dont mean maybe
Whoo! i just cant forget about you baby
Cant stop thinkin bout your crazy love
Crazy love
Crazy love
I love you mama
But youre too bad to change
Writer: DICKEY BETTS, FOREST RICHARD BETTS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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 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.
Writer: FORREST RICHARD BETTS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Wasted Words
Can you tell me, tell me, friend, just exactly where I've been?
Is that so much to ask? I'll pay you back no matter what the task.
You seem really sure 'bout something I don't know,
Take that load off, looks like chest's about to go.
Your wasted words already been heard, are you really God, yes or no?
Is that so much to ask? I'll pay you back no matter what the task.
You seem really sure 'bout something I don't know,
Take that load off, looks like chest's about to go.
Your wasted words already been heard, are you really God, yes or no?
Well, all day and half the night you're walkin' round lookin' such a fright.
Is it me or is it you? I'd make a wager and I'd hope "to" lose.
Time's gone, looks like Rome is 'bout to fall,
Next time take the elevator, please don't crawl.
Your wasted words so absurd, are you really Satan, yes or no?
Well, I ain't no saint and you sure as hell ain't no savior,
Every other Christmas I would practice good behavior.
That was then, this is now, don't ask me to be Mister Clean,
'cause baby, I don't know how.
Ring my phone 'bout ten more times, we will see,
Find that broke down line and let it be.
Your wasted words wiill never be heard, go on home baby and watch it on TV.
Weekday soap-box speciality, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout now,
By the way, this song's for you, sincerely, me.
Writer: GREGG L. ALLMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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
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]
Writer: FORREST RICHARD BETTS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
One Way Out
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
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
Writer: MARSHALL E SEHORN, ELMORE JAMES, SONNY BOY WILLIAMSON
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, GULF COAST MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, GULF COAST MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
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.
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]
Writer: GREGG ALLMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, BMG Rights Management
Whipping Post
I've been run down
I've been lied to
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
I've been lied to
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've 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 down and take it babe,
All for lovin' you
I drown myself in sorrow
As I look at what you've done
Nothin' seems to change
Bad times stay the same
And I can't run
Sometimes I feel
Sometimes I feel
Like I've 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've been tied
To the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Good lord I feel like I'm dyin'
Writer: GREGG L. ALLMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
A Decade of Hits 1969-1979 is a compilation album of the Allman Brothers Band, released in 1991. The album features songs released on The Allman Brothers Band, Idlewild South, At Fillmore East, Eat a Peach, Brothers and Sisters, and Enlightened Rogues.
It is the band's best-selling album in the U.S., being certified double platinum by the RIAA in 1997.
Performed By:
The Allman Brothers BandIt is the band's best-selling album in the U.S., being certified double platinum by the RIAA in 1997.
Genre(s): Southern rock
Producer(s): Tom Dowd, Adrian Barber
Length: 75:46
Released: October 22nd, 1991
Year: 1991