The Allman Brothers Band - The Best Of The Allman Brothers Live [compilation] (2000) by The Allman Brothers Band (보컬) on maniadb.com

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.

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.

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!

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 bell has tolled, 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...

[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...