martes, 30 de marzo de 2010

THE ALLMAN BROTHERS BAND: The Allman Brothers Band (1969)


  1. Don't Want You No More
  2. It's Not My Cross To Bear
  3. Black Hearted Woman
  4. Trouble No More
  5. Every Hungry Woman
  6. Dreams
  7. Whipping Post
DON'T WANT YOU NO MORE
(Instrumental)

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.

BLACK HEARTED WOMAN
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.

TROUBLE NO MORE
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.

EVERY HUNGRY WOMAN
Yeah, sad eyed woman
boogie 'til the break of dawn
Yeah, long a-bout the break of day, yeah
Oh, your man has up and gone

You got 13 lovely children
No proud father knocking at your door
Yeah, but every hungry woman
has been in your place before

Yeah, the doctor kept calling
Woah, found you bawlin'
Yeah, you backed him in the corner
Oh, you're doing what you wanna

You got 14 lovely children
No proud father knocking at your door
Yeah, but every hungry woman
has been in your place before

You got 15 lovely children
No proud father knocking at your door
Yeah, but every hungry woman
has been in your place before

Yeah, the doctor kept calling
Woah, found you bawlin'
Yeah, you backed him in the corner
Oh, you're doing what you wanna

You got 16 lovely children
No proud father knocking at your door
Yeah, but every hungry woman
has been in your place before

Oh yeah
Sad eyed woman
Oh

DREAMS
Just one more mornin, I had to wake up with the blues.
Pulled myself out of bed, yeah, put on my walkin shoes.
And went up on the mountain, to see what I could see.
The whole world was fallin, right down in front of me.

‘Cause I've a hunger for the dreams I'll never see, yeah, baby.
Ah, help me baby, or, or this will surely be the end of me, yeah.

Pull myself together, put on a new face.
Climb down off the hilltop, baby, get back in the race.

Lord, cause I've a hunger for dreams I'll never see, yeah, babe.
Lord, help me baby, or, this will surely be the end of me, yeah.

Pull myself together, put on a new face.
Climb down off the hilltop, baby, and get back in the race.

‘Cause I've a hunger for the dreams I'll never see, yeah, baby.
Ah, help me baby, or, or this will surely be the end of me, yeah.

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 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'.

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