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