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Don't Want You No More
by Spencer Davis and Edward Hardin
Copyright 1967 Dick James Music, Ltd.

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.

Copyright 1969 Unichappell Music Inc. and Elijah Blue Music (BMI)
Black hearted woman, can't you see your poor man dyin'.
Can't count on both hands, babe, all the lonely nights I've been cryin'.
Well I'm tired of all your slippery ways, I can't take your evil lyin'.
Oh, no.
Black hearted woman, cheap trouble and pain is all you play.
Black hearted woman, cheap trouble and pain is all you play.
Some time thinking I'll be much better, if I was stiff down in my grave.
No, I just can't stay.
Yesterday I was your man, now you don't know my name.
Yesterday I was your man, now you don't know my name.
Well I'm going out to find a new way babe, oh, to get back into your
game.
Yeah, yeah.
One of these days, I'm gonna catch you with your back door man.
One of these days, yeah, I'm gonna catch you with your back door man.
I'll be moving on down the road pretty baby, oh, to start all over
again.
Oh, yeah.

Don't care how long you go,
I don't care how long you stay,
it's good kind treatment,
bring you home someday.
Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble,
poor me, anymore.
Now you keep on bettin',
that the dice won't pass.
Well I know, and I know,
whoa, oh you're livin' too fast.
Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble,
poor me, anymore.
Yeah, I'll tell everybody,
in my neighborhood.
You're a kind little woman,
but you don't do me no good.
But someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble,
poor me, anymore.


I know you're leaving,
if you call that's gone.
Oh without my lovin' yeah,
oh, you can't stay long.
Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble,
poor me, anymore.
- 간 주 중 -
Well good bye baby,
yeah well take my hand.
I don't want no woman no,
who can't have no man.
But someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble,
poor me, anymore. Trouble no more.
Oh yeah... yeah babe.

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.
'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.
- 간 주 중 -
Pull myself together, put on a new face,
Climb down off the hilltop, baby,
Get back in the race.
'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.
- 간 주 중 -
Pull myself together, put on a new face,
Climb down off the hilltop, baby,
Get back in the race.
'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.

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,
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.

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.
- 간 주 중 -
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.

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,
But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no
Not gonna let them catch the Midnight Rider.
But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no
Not gonna let them catch the Midnight Rider.
But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no
Not gonna let them catch the Midnight Rider.
But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no
Not gonna let them catch the Midnight Rider.

Oh, tell me 'bout the car I saw,
parked outside your door,
tell me what you left me waiting,
two or three hours for.
Tell me why when the phone rings baby,
you're up and across the floor,
please don't keep me wonderin' no longer.
- 간 주 중 -
I think about the bad times,
Lord I think about yours and mine,
you were lost in the silver spoon,
thought I pulled you out in time.
And I hope that you got reasons,
for the way that you've been lyin',
please don't keep me wonderin' no longer.
- 간 주 중 -
I think I'm gonna go now,
but you know that I'll be back.
Now you can think it over Baby,
tell me how you're gonna act.
I'm gonna keep on holding on,
but I don't get no stronger,
please don't keep me wonderin' no longer.
- 간 주 중 -
please don't keep me wonderin' no longer.

Gypsy woman told my mama
'while 'fore I was born.
Got a boy child comin' mama,
He'll be a bad one, now.
I'll make all you little girls,
turn your heads around.
Then I'm gonna take you little girls,
gonna take you right on down... with me yeah
Ho, you just wait and see.
I'll be your hoochie coochie man,
I'll set you free.
On the seventh hour of the seventh day
on the seventh month, seven doctors they say.
I've got lots of good luck, you know they all agree.
But now if ya, if you're lookin' for trouble babe,
you better not mess with me.
Hey, 'cause you know I'll getcha one by one.
Ain't no fun.
I'm that old hoochie coochie man,
a bad son of a gun.
Got a John the conqueroot and got some mojo too,
We got a black cat born, we're gonna slip it to you.
Hey, move over people just as fast as you can.
Said I know you're waitin' for me 'cause I'm the hoochie coochie man.
I'm gonna get you, one by one.
I got set on that old hoochie coochie man
and I'm yo' son of a gun.
Now the gypsy woman told mama, oh 'while 'fore I was born,
she said you know he's comin' mama, he'll be a bad, very bad one.
Make all the ladies, turn their heads around.
You said, I can just see all those women, chasin' him all down.
I'm your hoochie coochie man, everybody knows it.

Don't care how long you go,
I don't care how long you stay,
it's good kind treatment,
bring you home someday.
Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble,
poor me, anymore.
Now you keep on bettin',
that the dice won't pass.
Well I know, and I know,
whoa, oh you're livin' too fast.
Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble,
poor me, anymore.
Yeah, I'll tell everybody,
in my neighborhood.
You're a kind little woman,
but you don't do me no good.
But someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble,
poor me, anymore.
I know you're leaving,
if you call that's gone.
Oh without my lovin' yeah,
oh, you can't stay long.
Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble,
poor me, anymore.
Well good bye baby,
yeah well take my hand.
I don't want no woman no,
who can't have no man.
But someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble,
poor me, anymore. Trouble no more.
Oh yeah... yeah babe.

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 sad.

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.

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...

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

Crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah.
The gypsy flies from coast to coast,
Knowing many, loving none,
Bearing sorrow, having fun.
But, back home he'll always run,
To sweet Melissa.
Mmmm-hmmm.

Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same.
And no one knows the gypsy's name,
And no one hears his lonely sighs,
There are no blankets where he lies.
Lord, in his deepest dreams the gypsy flies,
With sweet Melissa.
Mmmm-hmmm.

Again, the mornin's come.
Again, he's on the run.
A sunbeam's shinin through his hair.
Fear 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.
Or 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, yeah,
Without Melissa.
Lord, Lord, it's all the same.
Mmmmm-hmmmmm.

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.

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

[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...

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)

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.

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!

Endlessly facing the cold concrete floor
Four cold grey walls, and no doors
I barely remember the last forty days
Or just what they're holdin' me for
So far away, they tell me:
"boy, you're here to stay; win, lose or draw"
Letters unanswered and visits so few
Cold desperation I know
I guess I'd give most anything
Oh lord, if they'd just let me go
I'm so far away
Day after lonely, lonely day
Win, lose or draw

Ma, she's dead and gone
Pa just don't seem to find the time
It makes me so sad that he's forsaken me
When he's all I had left I call mine
I'm so far away
Day after lonely, lonely day
Win, lose or draw.

There's two men in one room for ten long years
Still strangers that talk away the time
'cause each time I think of your soft hand in mine
I lay here and die one more time
And I'm so far away
Day after lonely, lonely day
Win, lose or draw

Can't take it with you.
Everybody knows.
Can't take it with you when you go.
Can't hide your love away.
Save it up for a rainy day.
Ya can't take it with you when you go.
And it hurts so bad when you finally have to show.

[Chorus]
Can't take it with you.
Everybody knows.
Can't take it with you when you go.
Can't hide your love away.
Save it up for a rainy day.
You can't take it with you when you go.
No, you can't take it with you when you go. Ooo.
No, you can't take it with you when you go, oh, no.
Play it high or low.
Break the bank in Monte Carlo.
You can play it just the way it falls.
Cut it like you want to.
But it just might come back and haunt you.
Lady Luck's your mama when she calls.

[Chorus]

Hot-wire a fast car
Just to take a ride.
You can run, but you sure cannot hide.
Oh, tell her a lie
And live with it 'til you die, but you
Can't take it with you when you go.

[Chorus]