Song | Leave My Blues at Home |
Artist | The Allman Brothers Band |
Album | Peakin' at the Beacon [live] |
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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. |
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. |
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. |