The Allman Brothers Band Album

End Of The Line
by G. Allman, W. Haynes, A. Woody, and J. Jaworowicz
(c) 1992 Sony Music Entertainment, Inc.

And now the gravity of trouble was more than I could bear,
At times my luck was so bad, I had to fold my hands,
Almost lost my soul, rarely I could find my head,
Wake up early in the morning, feeling nearly dead.

I was never afraid of danger, took trouble on the chin,
Mountains I have climbed, that have killed a thousand men,
Spent most of my lifetime downtown, sleepin' behind the wheel,
Never needed anybody, I was king of the hill.

(Chorus:)
Oh, when I think about the old days,
Lord, it sends chills up and down my spine,
Yeah life ain't what it seems, on the boulevard of broken dreams,
Guess I opened my eyes in the nick of time,
'Cause it sure felt like the end of the line.

No matter how hard I run, I just can't get away
I try to do my best, but the devil gets in my way
Spent most of my lifetime downtown, sleepin' behind the wheel
'Till it all came down to kill or be killed

(Chorus)

Don't come around here no more,
bringing me all of your bad rain.
Can't you see I've got troubles of my own.
I ain't got time to be messing with all of your bad rain,
why in the world can't you just leave that stuff alone?
There was a time we had a good thing going on,
you and I both know the reason why it all went wrong.
Tried to stick by you, help you see it through,
but you used me all up, now you're on your own.
So, don't come around here no more,
bringing me all of your bad rain.
Can't you see I've got troubles of my own.
I ain't got time to be messing with all of your bad rain,
why in the world can't you just leave that stuff alone?
Well I tried and tried again, to be good to you,
but you won't a hear a word and I don't know what it's coming to.
Comes a time when you just have to turn and, walk away,
there's nothing left to do, nothing left to say.
So, don't come around here no more,
bringing me all of your bad rain.
Can't you see I've got troubles of my own.
I ain't got time to be messing with all of your bad rain,
why in the world can't you just leave that stuff alone?
I ain't someone to be preaching to nobody else,
ain't going to try and pretend to be living that clean myself.
Can't stand by and watch you throw your life away,
But there's nothing left to do, nothing left to say.
So, don't come around here no more,
bringing me all of your bad rain.
Can't you see I've got troubles of my own.
I ain't got time to be messing with all of your bad rain,
why in the world can't you just leave that stuff alone?
Why in the world can't you just leave that stuff alone?

by Dickey Betts
Copyright 1991 Sony Music Entertainment, Inc.

Transcribed by Ed Luskey
Nobody knows about what's going on,
with the world and the steel,
the flesh and the bone.
River keeps flowing and the grass still grows,
and the spirit keeps going, nobody knows.
Poets they come and the poets they go,
politicians and preachers they all claim to know.
The words that are written and the melody's played,
as the years turn their pages, they all start to fade.
The oceans still move with the moon and the sky,
the grass still grows on the hillside.
Got to believe in believing,
got to believe in a dream,
freedom is ever deceiving,
never turning out to be what it seems.
It's amazing how fast our lives go by,
like the flash of the lightning or the blink of an eye.
We all fall in love, and we fall into life,
we look for the truth on the edge of a knife.
Heavens turn around the river still flows,
spirit keeps going, nobody knows.
Words that are written and melody's played,
as the years turn their pages, it all start to fade.
Oceans still move with the moon and the sky,
the grass still grows on the hillside.
Got to believe in believing,
got to believe in a dream,
freedom is ever deceiving,
never turning out to be what it seems.

Can't get no this
And I can't get no that
Can't get no you know
I don't even know where it's at
Ain't got the smoke and uh, ain't no booze
Got them low down dried out
Desert blues, yes I do
Uncle George calling said I had to go
Just what he wanted I did not know
I'm over here dug in so far from home
Lookin' all around try and
See what's going on
I got the sand in my collar
Got the sand in my hair
Got it in my pockets
Got it everywhere
I got sand in my shirt
Got it in my shoes
Got them low down dried out
Desert blues, yes I do, how
How how
Joined up in the army
Where it was hard to find
End up over here, got my ass on the line
But I'll be right here until my work is done
If I get back home I hope I
Never see no more guns
Here across the ocean
I left some of my good friends behind
I hope somebody's thinking about me
Especially that sweet little woman of mine
Can't get no this
And I can't get no that
Can't get no you know
I don't even know where it's at
Sand in my collar
Got the sand in my hair
Got it in my pockets
Got it everywhere
I got sand in my shirt
Got it in my shoes
Got them low down dried out desert blues
Yes I do

by Gregg Allman
Copyright 1991 Sony Music Entertainment, Inc.

Transcribed by Ed Luskey
I went around to your house,
found you laid up in the bed,
by early afternoon you were so sloppy drunk,
you couldn't even raise up your head.
So get on with your life baby,
please let me get on with mine.
These days and your ways are so painful,
you're just wasting all our precious time, ohhh.
Since first I knew your name,
I wasn't sure that you really cared.
Spent most of your time with the other boys,
and it's been all down hill from there.
So get on with your life baby,
please let me get on with mine.
Each day brings a new confusion,
another way to break this poor heart of mine.
I can't begin to count the times that I've told ya,
you better change all your wicked ways,
but I'm real sure whatever the number,
ah it's the same as the times you laughed in my face.
Won't somebody please wake me from this bad dream,
I remember my grandmama told me,
things ain't always what they seem.
So get on with your life baby,
please let me get on with mine.
Cause each day brings another confusion,
it's about to break this poor heart of mine,
Ohhhha, gonna lose my only mind, oh baby.
Don't you break this poor heart of mine.

by Dickey Betts, Warren Haynes
Copyright 1991 Sony Music Entertainment, Inc.

Transcribed by Ed Luskey
Got my snake skin britches, alligator shoes,
money in my pocket, and a Memphis attitude.
Wear my downtown Stetson with a silver on the crown,
when I get started rolling baby, there ain't no slowin me down.
I'm your midnight man, guaranteed to love you like nobody can.
I'm your midnight man, if you don't know by now, somehow I'm gonna make you understand,
I'm your midnight man and I love you till the daylight babe.
Got my six shooter, gonna shoot it up in the air,
if it feels real good, I might shoot it just everywhere.
Got my best mojo, and my hoochie coochie too,
gonna put it all together gonna get after you
I'm your midnight man, guaranteed to love you like nobody can.
I'm your midnight man, if you don't know by now, somehow I'm gonna make you understand,
I'm your midnight man and I love you till the daylight babe.
One thing's for certain since I been foolin' with you,
my reputation's hurtin' and I don't know what to do.
All of my little downtown girls, say I'm wasting time,
there ain't no use to fight it, I just can't get you outta my mind.
I'm your midnight man, guaranteed to love you like nobody can.
I'm your midnight man, if you don't know by now, somehow I'm gonna make you understand,
I'm your midnight man, and I love you till the daylight babe.
Hey, midnight, midnight man.

[No lyrics]

You better come on into my kitchen
Cause it's sure to be raining outdoors
When a woman's in trouble
Everybody puts her down
She look for her good man
Lord he can't be found
You better come on
Into my kitchen
Cause it's going to be
Raining outdoors
There's a cold wind blowin'
Leaves tremblin' on the trees
Don't you know that that good girl
Ya she's leaving me
You better come on
Into my kitchen
Cause it's going to be
Raining outdoors
The woman I've been lovin'
Left with my best friend
That joker got lucky
Stole her back again
You better come on
Into my kitchen
Cause it's going to be
Raining outdoors
Well that good girl's leaving
She ain't coming back
Took her last nickel
From her notion sack
You better come on
Into my kitchen
Cause it's going to be
Raining outdoors
Mama's dead and gone
Father's no wheres to be
I ain't got nobody
To love and care for me
You better come on
Into my kitchen
Cause it's going to be
Raining outdoors
Yes, it's going to be raining outdoors
Yes, it's going to be raining outdoors