1.Hoochie Coochie Man
Copyright 1967 (renewed) hoochie coochie music (bmi)
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.
2.Hot 'lanta
(c) 1971 ＆ 1974 by no exit music co., inc.
Instrumental
3.Jessica
4.Little Martha
(c) 1972 ＆ 1974 by no exit music co., inc.
Instrumental
5.Midnight Rider
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,
Repeat three times and fade
But i'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no
Not gonna let them catch the midnight rider.
6.Revival
Copyright 1970 unichappell inc. and f. r. betts music (bmi)
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.
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.
7.Statesboro Blues
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 dog gone queen.
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low.
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low.
You got no nerve babe, to turn uncle john from your door.
8.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.
9.Trouble No More
Copyright 1955 (renewed 1983) watertoons music (bmi)
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.
10.Wasted Words
By gregg allman
Copyright 1972 ＆ 1974, no exit music co., inc. ＆ allbros music
co.
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 '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.
11.Whipping Post
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 friends 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, and 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'.
Transcribed by rich kulawiec,
[email protected]
12.Win, Lose Or Draw
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, shes 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
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