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At Fillmore East - Allman Brothers Band - Capricorn 1971 
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Statesboro Blues - Will Mc Tell
Done somebody wrong - Clarence L. Lewis / Elmore James
Stormy Monday - T. Bone Walker
You don' t love me - Willie Cobbs
Hot 'Lanta - strumentale
In memory of Elizabeth Reed - strumentale
Whipping Post - Gregg Allman
Statesboro Blues
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, 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.
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.
Done somebody wrong
The barrel-house told me, my baby caught that train 'n gone
the barrel-house told me, my baby caught that train 'n gone
It was all my fault, I musta' did somebody wrong.
Everything that happens, you know I am to blame.
Everything that happens, you know I am to blame.
I'm gonna find myself a doctor, perhaps my luck will change.
Ah, my mamma she told me, these days will surely come.
I wouldn't listen to her, had to have my fun.
The barrel-house told me, my baby caught that train 'n gone.
But it's all my fault, I musta' done somebody wrong, oh yeah.
The barrel-house told me, my baby caught that train 'n gone
the barrel-house told me, my baby caught that train 'n gone
It was all my fault, I musta' did somebody wrong.
Oh play the blues...
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.
Lord have mercy,
Lord have mercy on me.
I'm criyn', 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.
You don' t love me
You don't love me, pretty baby,
You don't love me, yes I know.
You don't love me, pretty baby
Uou don't love me, yes I know.
Well, if you leave me, pretty baby
Don't you know you're gonna hurt me so.
Well, I'm gonna tell my mother,
I'm gonna talk to my father too.
Well, I'm gonna tell my sweet mother,
I'll have a word with my father too.
Well, I'm gonna tell everybody,
what those young girls will do to you.
Well, I'm gonna tell my mother,
I'm gonna talk to my father too.
Yes, I'm gonna tell my sweet mother,
I'll have a word with my father too.
Goodbye now, pretty baby,
if I don't see you no more.
Lord, goodbye now, pretty baby,
if I never see you no more.
Well if you think I'll be your fool, Lord,
you better be on your merry way.
Hot 'Lanta
strumentale
In Memory of Elizabeth Reed
strumentale
Whipping Post
I've been run down and I've been lied to.
And 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 been tied to the Whippin Post.
Tied to the Whippin Post, tied to the Whippin Post.
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin.
My friends tell me, that I've been such a fool.
But I had to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin' you.
Drown myself in sorrow as I look at what you've done.
But nothing seemed to change, the bad times stayed the same,
and I can't run.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
like I been tied to the Whippin Post.
Tied to the Whippin Post, tied to the Whippin Post.
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, oh baby,
like I been tied to the Whippin Post.
Tied to the Whippin Post, tied to the Whippin Post.
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin.
Oh, sometimes, oh, sometimes, oh sometimes...
(Lord ?) (Love ?), don't you know and I feel like I'm dyin.
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