Тексты Allman Brothers

Blue Sky
It's Not My Cross To Bear
Melissa
Midnight Rider

One Way Out
Statesboro Blues
Stormy Monday
Wasted Words
Whipping Post

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 

It's Not My Cross To Bear

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. 

Melissa

Crossroads, seems to come and go
The gypsy flies from coast to coast 
Knowing many loving none
Bearin' sorrow havin' fun
But back home he'll always run
For sweet Melissa 
Freight train, each car looks the same
No one knows the gypsy's name 
No one hears his lonely sighs
There are no blankets where he lies
Though in his deepest dreams the gypsy flies
To sweet Melissa 
Again the mornin' comes
Again he's on the run
Sun beams shinin' through his hair
Appearin' not to have a care
So 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? 
Lord will he lie, beneath the plain?
Will his spirit fall away?
But I know that he won't stay without Melissa 
Yes I know that he won't stay without Melissa
(That's how the story ends..)

Midnight Rider

I 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 them catch the midnight rider 
I don't own the clothes I wear
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 them catch the midnight rider 
I've gone past the point of caring
About whose bed I'll soon be sharing
And I've got one more silver dollar
But I'm not gonna let them catch me, no
Not gonna let them catch the midnight rider
(3X) 

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, 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, might be your man I don't know. 

Statesboro Blues

Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low
You got no love babe, to turn Uncle John from your door.
I woke up this morning, had them Statesboro Blues
I woke up this morning, had them Statesboro Blues
I looked over in the corner, and grandpa seemed to have them too. 
Well my momma died and left me
My poppa died and left me
I ain't god lookin' baby
But somewhere I'm sweet and kind 
I'm goin' to the country, baby do you want to go
If you can't make it baby, your sister Lucile said she wanna go
(and I sure will take her). 
I love that woman, better than any woman I've ever seen
I love that woman, better than any woman I've ever seen
She treats me like a king, I treat her like a dog gone queen. 
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low
You got no love babe, to turn Uncle John from your door. 

Stormy Monday

They call it stormy monday
But Tuesday's just as bad.
They call it stormy monday
But Tuesday's just as bad.
Lord and Wednesday's worse
And Thursday's all so bad 
The eagle flies on Friday,
Saturday I go out to play
The eagle flies on Friday,
Saturday I go out to play
Sunday I go to church,
Gonna kneel down and pray. 
Lord have mercy,
Lord have mercy on me.
Lord have mercy,
Lord have mercy on me.
Though I'm tryin' and tryin' to find my baby,
Won't someone please send her home to me. 

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? 
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 you 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 Christman 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. 

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 friend 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, 'cause 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'.

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