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The Allman Brothers Band
The Allman Brothers Band


Background information
Origin Jacksonville, Florida, U.S.
Genre(s) Southern Rock
Blues Rock
Country Rock
Years active 1969—1976
Label(s) Arista Records
Epic Records
Sanctuary Records
PolyGram Records
Capricorn Records
Associated acts Gov't Mule
Derek and the Dominos
The Dead
Derek Trucks
Dickey Betts
Sea Level
Website Website
Members
Warren Haynes
Derek Trucks
Gregg Allman
Butch Trucks
Jai Johanny "Jaimoe" Johanson
Marc Quiñones
Oteil Burbridge
Former members
Allen Woody
Dan Toler
Duane Allman
Berry Oakley
Dickey Betts
Chuck Leavell
Lamar Williams
David Goldflies
David "Frankie" Toler
Mike Lawler
Johnny Neel
Jack Pearson
Jimmy Herring



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The Allman Brothers Band Album


Idlewild South (1970)
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In Memory Of Elizabeth Reed
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by Dickey Betts
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.

. . .


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

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

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

. . .


Well, I've got to run to keep from hidin',
And I'm bound to keep on ridin'.
And I've got one more silver dollar,
But I'm not gonna let 'em 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 'em 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 'em catch the Midnight Rider.

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

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

. . .

In Memory Of Elizabeth Reed

[No lyrics]

. . .


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.

. . .


by Gregg Allman
Copyright 1970 Unichappell Inc. and Elijah Blue Music (BMI)
Take one last look... before you leave,
'cause oh, somehow it means so much to me.
And if you ever need me, you know where I'll be.
So please call home... if you change your mind.
Oh, I don't mind.
I guess I saw it comin'... day by day.
But oh, I could not stand the failure.
Before you leave, there's just one thing I must say.
Please call home... if you change your mind.
Oh, I don't mind.
And I know, that you're used to runnin'.
Oh you're lost baby, and I ain't funnin'.
But oh, when you call to me, well, I'll come runnin'
safe to your side... again I'll confide... in you.
So go on, I won't say no more.
My heart ain't in it, but I'll hold the door.
But just remember, what I said before.
Please call home... if you change your mind.

. . .


by Gregg Allman
Copyright 1970 Unichappell Inc. and Elijah Blue Music (BMI)
I been trapped inside four walls, feel like I can't call to no one
ah, way out on the outside.
Well livin' alone is easy, but too long just don't seem really
quite the thing to do, no.
Think I'll drink up a little more wine, to ease my worried mind.
And walk down on the street, and leave my blues at home. All behind.
The landlord is on my line, I can't get no peace of mind.
But I know there's something better.
I can't stay and I can't run, can't keep waitin' for someone
to find and go roll.
Well I'll gather up all my four leaf clovers.
Don't leave, I'm on my way over.
A walk down on the street, and leave my blues at home. All behind.
And I feel I have to scream
whenever I get the notion.
And though I try so hard,
I can't hold back my emotions.
But I... love you, but I can't have ya. Won't you sit by my side.
You don't work, the man don't pay ya.
There ain't no saint to come and save ya, oh, puttin' your toll down.
Well, if you ride you pay the fare... with Satan on your back.
And he don't care where you come from or where you goin'.
And before I get myself all down, I jump up and kick the door down.
And walk down on the street, and leave my blues at home. All behind.

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