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The Georgia Bootleg Box

Released 2012

Blind Man in the Dark (Live from Athens 4/11/96)
(9:30)


Written By Haynes
Published By Buzzard Rock Music (BMI)

All I ask from anyone
Is that they ask nothing from me
Stared so long at the future
That I'm blind to reality
Come a time will watch our lives
Slip into the sea
All I ask from anyone
Is that they ask nothing from me

Dreams fly by like a thousand railroad trains
Egos steadfast like mountains in our brains
Those of us who let go will be swallowed
Left here to die

Do not look to the sky
It will not rain for you
Do not look to strangers
They won't help you through
Only chance you got
When you hear those war dogs bark
Is to be one up on your brother
Like a Blind man in the dark

Face to face we will meet again
But never eye to eye
Meanwhile, in your mania
Your four wings touch the sky
Fly too high the wax will melt
And you'll fall down to your knees
All I ask from you my friend
Is that you ask nothing from me

Dreams fly by like a thousand railroad trains
Egos steadfast like mountains in our brains
Those of us who let go will be swallowed
Left here to die

Do not look to the sky
It will not rain for you
Do not look to strangers
They won't help you through
Only chance you got
When you hear those war dogs bark
Is to be one up on your brother
Like a Blind man in the dark

Do not look to the sky
It will not rain for you
Do not look to strangers
They won't help you through
Only chance you got
When you hear those war dogs bark
Is to be one up on your brother
Like a Blind man
Blind man in the dark
Blind man in the dark

Mother Earth (Live from Athens 4/11/96)
(8:01)


Written by Chatman, Simpkins
Published by Arc Music Corp (BMI)& Soundick Music (BMI)

You may high hat me all the time
You may never go my way
Mother Earth is waitin' for you
That's the debt you got to pay

I don't care how great you are
Or what you're worth
When it all comes down
You got to go back to Mother Earth

You may own half a city
Diamonds and pearls
You may have your own airplane
You may fly all over this world

Don't give a damn what you 're worth
When it all comes down
You got to go back to Mother Earth

Play the horses, baby
You may own the race track
You may have enough money,
To buy anything you lack

Don't care how great you are
Don't give a damn what you 're worth
'Cause when it all comes down
You got to go back to Mother Earth

You may high hat me all the time
You may never go my way
Mother Earth is waitin' for you
That's the debt you got to pay

I don't care how great you are
Or what you're worth
When it all comes down
You got to go back to Mother Earth

John the Revelator (Live from Athens 4/11/96)
(1:40)


Arranged By Haynes, Woody, Abts, Barbiero
Published By Buzzard Rock Music (BMI), Woody Music (SESAC), Jake Henry Music (ASCAP), Ringbearer Music, Ltd (ASCAP)

Tell me who's that writin',
John the Revelator.
Tell me who's that writin',
John the Revelator.
Who's that writin',
John the Revelator wrote the book of the seven seals.

Now God walked down in the cool of the day,
And called Adam by his name.
But he refused to answer, 'cause he was naked and ashamed.
So, tell me who's that writin',
John the Revelator.
Tell me who's that writin',
John the Revelator.
Who's that writin',
John the Revelator wrote the book of the seven seals.

Now Christ had 12 apostles,
And three he layed away
He said "Watch for me one hour,
while I go yonder and pray."

And tell me who's that writin',
John the Revelator.
Tell me who's that writin',
John the Revelator.
Who's that writin',
John the Revelator wrote the book of the seven seals.

Mary Margaret they were there,
And they heard every word he said.
Said "Go tell my desciples, I said meet me in Galilee"
And tell me who's that writin',
John the Revelator.
Tell me who's that writin',
John the Revelator.
Who's that writin',
John the Revelator wrote the book of the seven seals.

Who's that writin',
John the Revelator.
Tell me who's that writin',
John the Revelator.
Who's that writin',
John the Revelator wrote the book of the seven seals.

Temporary Saint (Live from Athens 4/11/96)
(6:11)


Written by Haynes
Published by Buzzard Rock Music (BMI)

you ask me when I'm gonna return
I ask you "why so much concern?"
the same snakes that drive you from my bed
turn to voices and drive me out of my head
for fourteen days since you been back around
trying to keep my spirits high and my demons down
but, can't you see
you got to save me or set me free

'cause I'm falling in deeper - darkness, my old friend
I'm in deeper - stay with me till the end
deeper - you know I got no restraint
I'm in deeper
and lucky you
you get to be my saint
temporary saint

cleaning up one more time is sure getting old
why don't you bury me like the dirt that's in my soul
what makes you think you could love me, anyway?
ain't nobody told you about the way I operate
ain't nobody told you, baby?
well, I guess that makes you the only one

'cause I'm falling in deeper - darkness, my old friend
I'm in deeper - stay with me till the end
deeper - you know I got no restraint
I'm in deeper
and lucky you, yeh, lucky you
you get to be my saint
temporary saint

angel of mercy, set me free
do you really give a damn for me?

'cause I'm falling in deeper - darkness, my old friend
I'm in deeper - stay with me till the end
deeper - you know I got no restraint
I'm in deeper

Game Face (Live from Athens 4/11/96)
(6:22)


Written By Haynes
Published By Buzzard Rock Music (BMI)

Sail on savior
I can't take no more of your insanity wisdom
Satisfy your angels
With your cocaine and your guns
As for me I don't need them

When my shadow comes alive
And wrestles with my soul
Oh, do you really want to know

Savior, you can be what you want to be
Oh yeah, and only see what you want to see
Sail on, can't let you get next to me

To be at one with your weakness
Is your greatest strength
Guess you should be proud of your game face

Guess it always was your hallelujah
Guess it was your saving grace

Savior, you can be what you want to be
Oh yeah, and only see what you want to see
Sail on, can't let you get next to me

You can say what you want now
My eyes are open wide
How was I ever on your side

Savior, you can be what you want to be
Oh yeah, and only see what you want to see
Sail on, can't let you get next to me

No Need to Suffer (Live from Athens 4/11/96)
(8:10)


Written By Haynes
Published By Buzzard Rock Music (BMI)

Woman - suspended in time
Heal yourself - no need to stay blind
Spiral dreams - too much to bear
Spiraling who knows where

Let me take you down
No need to suffer anymore
Wrap yourself in the warmth of my arms
And we'll lie awake till sleep overtakes us
Can't you see
There's no need to suffer anymore

Defenseless, trapped in a cage
Blissfulness devoured by the rage
Fate's been cruel, though the years have been kind
You've go to heal yourself - no need to stay blind

Let me take you down
No need to suffer anymore
Wrap yourself in the warmth of my arms
And we'll laugh out loud while the earth dies screaming
Can't you see
There's no need to suffer anymore

And we'll fly away
And look down at the earth below
Fly away and we'll never look back
No, we'll never look back

Woman suspended in time
Heal yourself - no need to stay blind

Trane (Live from Athens 4/11/96)
(7:15)


Written by Haynes, Woody, Abts
Published by Buzzard Rock Music (BMI), Jake Henry Music (SESAC), Jake Henry Music (ASCAP)

[instrumental]

Eternity's Breath Jam (Live from Athens 4/11/96)
(2:01)

[instrumental]

Thelonius Beck (Live from Athens 4/11/96)
(4:08)


Written By Haynes
Published By Buzzard Rock Music (BMI)

[instrumental]

Trane (Live from Athens 4/11/96)
(1:19)


Written by Haynes, Woody, Abts
Published by Buzzard Rock Music (BMI), Jake Henry Music (SESAC), Jake Henry Music (ASCAP)

[instrumental]

St. Stephen Jam (Live from Athens 4/11/96)
(4:31)

[instrumental]

Trane (Live from Athens 4/11/96)
(2:48)


Written by Haynes, Woody, Abts
Published by Buzzard Rock Music (BMI), Jake Henry Music (SESAC), Jake Henry Music (ASCAP)

[instrumental]

Don't Step on the Grass, Sam (Live from Athens 4/11/96)
(8:03)


Written By Kay
Published By Songs of Universal Inc (BMI)

Starin' at the boob tube, turnin' on the big knob
Tryin' to find some life in the waste land
Fin'ly found a program, gonna deal with Mary Jane
Ready for a trip into hate land
Obnoxious Joe comes on the screen
Along with his guest self-righteous Sam
And one more guy who doesn't count
His hair and clothes are much too out

While pushin' back his glasses Sam is sayin' casually
"I was elected by the masses"
And with that in mind he starts to unwind
A vicious attack upon the grasses

Well it's evil, wicked, mean and nasty
(Don't step on the grass, Sam)
And it will ruin our fair country
(Don't be such an ass, Sam)
Well, it will hook your Sue and Johnny
(You're so full of bull, Sam)
All will pay that disagree with me
(Please give up you already lost the fight, alright)

Misinformation Sam and Joe
Are feeding to the nation
But the one who didn't count counted them out
By exposing all their false quotations
Faced by a very awkward situation
This is all he'd say to save the day

Well it's evil, wicked, mean and nasty
(Don't step on the grass, Sam)
And it will ruin our fair country
(Don't be such an ass, Sam)
Well, it will hook your Sue and Johnny
(You're so full of bull, Sam)
All will pay that disagree with me
(Please give up you already lost the fight alright)

You waste my coin Sam, all you can
To jail my fellow man
For smoking all the noble weed
You need much more than him
You've been telling lies so long
Some believe they're true
So they close their eyes to things
You have no right to do
Just as soon as you are gone
Hope will start to climb
Please don't stay around too long
You're wasting precious time

Well it's evil, wicked, mean and nasty
(Don't step on the grass, Sam)
And it will ruin our fair country
(Don't be such an ass, Sam)
Well, it will hook your Sue and Johnny
(You're so full of bull, Sam)
All will pay that disagree with me
(Please give up you already lost the fight, alright)

Presence of the Lord (Live from Athens 4/11/96)
(6:42)


Written By Clapton
Published By Unichappel Music In (BMI)

I have finally found a way to live
Just like I never could before.
I know that I don't have much to give,
But I can open any door.

Everybody knows the secret,
Everybody knows the score.
I have finally found a way to live
In the color of the Lord.

I have finally found a place to live
Just like I never could before.
And I know I don't have much to give,
But soon I'll open any door.

Everybody knows the secret,
Everybody knows the score.
I have finally found a place to live
In the presence of the Lord.
In the presence of the Lord.

I have finally found a way to live
Just like I never could before.
And I know I don't have much to give,
But I can open any door.

Everybody knows the secret,
I said everybody knows the score.
I have finally found a way to live
In the color of the Lord.
In the color of the Lord.

Birth of the Mule (Live from Athens 4/11/96)
(6:01)


Written By Haynes, Abts, Woody
Published By Buzzard Rock Music (BMI), Jake Henry Music (ASCAP)

[instrumental]

Left Coast Groovies (Live from Athens 4/11/96)
(6:23)


Written by Haynes, Woody, Abts
Published by Buzzard Rock Music (BMI), Jake Henry Music (SESAC), Jake Henry Music (ASCAP)

I like my summer home
Love my yuppie job
Got a cellular phone in my brand new Saab
I love my wife and my girlfriend too
I just love myself
You're gonna love me too

Came out west to find myself
Did the Maharishi squat on the continental shelf
Got a groovy set of morals
And an Elvis Presley do
I'll swap my wife for yours
Anything for you

Got to stay away from the left coast groovies
Living their lives like a cheesy movie
The wrap around shades and the air-head cuties
Got a new-age stench because he traded his Patchouli

Can the wicked feed the hungry
Can the children teach the old
About a new way, a revolution
We're moving backwards, out of control
Out of control, out of control

Came out west to find myself
Did the Maharishi squat on the continental shelf
Got a groovy set of morals
And an Elvis Presley do
I'll swap my wife for yours
Anything for you

Got to stay away from the left coast groovies
Living their lives like a cheesy movie
The wrap around shades and the air-head cuties
Got a new-age stench because he traded his Patchouli

Got to stay away from the left coast groovies
Living their lives like a cheesy movie
The wrap around shades and the air-head cuties
Got a new-age stench because he traded his Patchouli

Drums (Live from Athens 4/11/96)
(6:44)

[instrumental]

Mule (Live from Athens 4/11/96)
(4:55)


Written by Haynes, Woody, Abts
Published by Buzzard Rock Music (BMI), Jake Henry Music (SESAC), Jake Henry Music (ASCAP)

Say you try
But you just can't help your self
Wanna feel special
Man wanna make you feel like everybody else
Take away your freedom
Strip away your pride
Say you know you weren't born
With the blue blood son
So take your place in line

Where's my mule
Where's my forty acres
Where's my dream
Mr. Emancipator
Live this way
Might as well meet my maker
Where's my mule
Where's my mule

I say trust me
But you say it's too much bother
Yeah, the way the man try to beat you down
Make you wanna kill your brother
So go on and bust me
For what's in my mason jar
Yeah, I owes my soul
To the company store
How I'm doing so far

Where's my mule
Where's my forty acres
Where's my dream
Mr. Emancipator
Live this way
Might as well meet my maker
Where's my mule
Where's my mule

Where's my mule
Where's my forty acres
Where's my dream
Mr. Emancipator
Live this way
Might as well meet my maker
Where's my, my, my, my, my, my mule?

Who Do You Love (Live from Athens 4/11/96)
(1:36)


Written By McDaniel
Published By ARC Music Co (BMI)

I walk 47 miles of barbed wire,
I use a cobra-snake for a necktie,
I got a brand new house on the roadside,
Made from rattlesnake hide,
I got a brand new chimney made on top,
Made out of a human skull,
Now come on take a walk with me, arlene,
And tell me, who do you love?

Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?

Tombstone hand and a graveyard mine,
Just 22 and I don't mind dying.

Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?

I rode around the town, use a rattlesnake whip,
Take it easy arlene, don't give me no lip,

Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?

Night was dark, but the sky was blue,
Down the alley, the ice-wagon flew,
Heard a bump, and somebody screamed,
You should have heard just what I seen.

Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?

Arlene took me by my hand,
And she said oh bo, you know I understand.

Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?

Mule (Live from Athens 4/11/96)
(3:13)


Written by Haynes, Woody, Abts
Published by Buzzard Rock Music (BMI), Jake Henry Music (SESAC), Jake Henry Music (ASCAP)

Say you try
But you just can't help your self
Wanna feel special
Man wanna make you feel like everybody else
Take away your freedom
Strip away your pride
Say you know you weren't born
With the blue blood son
So take your place in line

Where's my mule
Where's my forty acres
Where's my dream
Mr. Emancipator
Live this way
Might as well meet my maker
Where's my mule
Where's my mule

I say trust me
But you say it's too much bother
Yeah, the way the man try to beat you down
Make you wanna kill your brother
So go on and bust me
For what's in my mason jar
Yeah, I owes my soul
To the company store
How I'm doing so far

Where's my mule
Where's my forty acres
Where's my dream
Mr. Emancipator
Live this way
Might as well meet my maker
Where's my mule
Where's my mule

Where's my mule
Where's my forty acres
Where's my dream
Mr. Emancipator
Live this way
Might as well meet my maker
Where's my, my, my, my, my, my mule?

Goin' Out West (Live from Athens 4/11/16)
(7:11)


Written By Brennan, Waits
Published By Jalma Music

I'm goin' out west where the wind blows tall
Cause Tony Franciosa used to date my ma
They got some money out there, they're giving it away
I'm gonna do what I want and I'm gonna get paid
Do what I want and I'm gonna get paid

Little brown sausages lying in the sand
I ain't no extra, baby, I'm a leading man
Well, my parole officer will be proud of me
Got my Olds '88 and my devil on a leash
My Olds '88 and my devil on a leash

I know karate, voodoo too
I'm gonna make myself available to you
I don't need no make up, I got real scars
I got hair on my chest, I look good without a shirt

And I don't lose my composure in a high speed chase
My friends say I'm ugly, I got a masculine face
I got some dragstrip courage, I can really drive a bet
I'm gonna change my name to Hannibal or maybe just Rex
Change my name to Hannibal or maybe just Rex

I know karate, voodoo too
I'm gonna make myself available to you
I don't need no make up, I got real scars
I got hair on my chest, I look good without a shirt

I'm gonna drive all night, take some speed
I can't wait for the sun/rain to shine down on me
I got a hole in my roof, the shape of a heart
And I'm goin' out west where they'll appreciate me
I'm goin' out west where they'll appreciate me
Goin' out west where they'll appreciate me
Goin' out west where they'll appreciate me

Goin' out west, Goin' out west, Goin' out west

Spanish Moon (Live from Athens 4/11/96)
(Ft. Derek Trucks) (11:47)


Written By George
Published By Naked Snake Music (ASCAP)

Well the night that was high, we got into town
Was the night of the rain, that froze on the ground
Down the street I heard such a sorrowful tune
Comin' from the place they call the Spanish Moon
Well I stepped inside, and slipped by the door
While a dark girl sang, and played the guitar
There was hookers, and hustlers, they filled up the room
I heard about this place they call the Spanish Moon
There's whiskey, and bad cocaine
Poison get you just the same
And if that -- that don't -- kill you soon
The women will down at the Spanish Moon
Well I pawned my watch, and sold my ring
Just to hear that girl singing, yeah, yeah
I don't care who, you can wake up ruined
You can lose it all down at the Spanish Moon
There's whiskey, and bad cocaine
Poison get you just the same
And if that - that don't - kill you soon
The women will down at the Spanish Moon

Gonna Send You Back to Georgia (Live from Athens 4/11/96)
(Ft. Derek Trucks) (7:29)


Written By Taylor
Published By Eyeball Music (BMI)

Yeah I'm gonna send you back to Georgia
Honey that's where you belong
I'm gonna send you back to Georgia
Honey that's where you belong
Hang around here baby
And break up my happy home

I swear my mama told me
And your daddy too
As soon as you get a-what you want back
The way she's gonna do
I'm gonna send you back to Georgia
Honey that's where you belong
Hang around here baby
And break up my happy home

Goodby little woman
Is all I have to say
Give me back what I brought you
And be on your merry way
I'm gonna send you back to Georgia
Honey that's where you belong
Hang around here babe
And break up my happy home

Blind Man in the Dark (Live from Atlanta 4/12/96)
(9:35)


Written By Haynes
Published By Buzzard Rock Music (BMI)

All I ask from anyone
Is that they ask nothing from me
Stared so long at the future
That I'm blind to reality
Come a time will watch our lives
Slip into the sea
All I ask from anyone
Is that they ask nothing from me

Dreams fly by like a thousand railroad trains
Egos steadfast like mountains in our brains
Those of us who let go will be swallowed
Left here to die

Do not look to the sky
It will not rain for you
Do not look to strangers
They won't help you through
Only chance you got
When you hear those war dogs bark
Is to be one up on your brother
Like a Blind man in the dark

Face to face we will meet again
But never eye to eye
Meanwhile, in your mania
Your four wings touch the sky
Fly too high the wax will melt
And you'll fall down to your knees
All I ask from you my friend
Is that you ask nothing from me

Dreams fly by like a thousand railroad trains
Egos steadfast like mountains in our brains
Those of us who let go will be swallowed
Left here to die

Do not look to the sky
It will not rain for you
Do not look to strangers
They won't help you through
Only chance you got
When you hear those war dogs bark
Is to be one up on your brother
Like a Blind man in the dark

Do not look to the sky
It will not rain for you
Do not look to strangers
They won't help you through
Only chance you got
When you hear those war dogs bark
Is to be one up on your brother
Like a Blind man
Blind man in the dark
Blind man in the dark

Mother Earth (Live from Atlanta 4/12/96)
(8:31)


Written by Chatman, Simpkins
Published by Arc Music Corp (BMI)& Soundick Music (BMI)

You may high hat me all the time
You may never go my way
Mother Earth is waitin' for you
That's the debt you got to pay

I don't care how great you are
Or what you're worth
When it all comes down
You got to go back to Mother Earth

You may own half a city
Diamonds and pearls
You may have your own airplane
You may fly all over this world

Don't give a damn what you 're worth
When it all comes down
You got to go back to Mother Earth

Play the horses, baby
You may own the race track
You may have enough money,
To buy anything you lack

Don't care how great you are
Don't give a damn what you 're worth
'Cause when it all comes down
You got to go back to Mother Earth

You may high hat me all the time
You may never go my way
Mother Earth is waitin' for you
That's the debt you got to pay

I don't care how great you are
Or what you're worth
When it all comes down
You got to go back to Mother Earth

Mule (Live from Atlanta 4/12/96)
(5:54)


Written by Haynes, Woody, Abts
Published by Buzzard Rock Music (BMI), Jake Henry Music (SESAC), Jake Henry Music (ASCAP)

Say you try
But you just can't help your self
Wanna feel special
Man wanna make you feel like everybody else
Take away your freedom
Strip away your pride
Say you know you weren't born
With the blue blood son
So take your place in line

Where's my mule
Where's my forty acres
Where's my dream
Mr. Emancipator
Live this way
Might as well meet my maker
Where's my mule
Where's my mule

I say trust me
But you say it's too much bother
Yeah, the way the man try to beat you down
Make you wanna kill your brother
So go on and bust me
For what's in my mason jar
Yeah, I owes my soul
To the company store
How I'm doing so far

Where's my mule
Where's my forty acres
Where's my dream
Mr. Emancipator
Live this way
Might as well meet my maker
Where's my mule
Where's my mule

Where's my mule
Where's my forty acres
Where's my dream
Mr. Emancipator
Live this way
Might as well meet my maker
Where's my, my, my, my, my, my mule?

Temporary Saint (Live from Atlanta 4/12/96)
(6:15)


Written by Haynes
Published by Buzzard Rock Music (BMI)

you ask me when I'm gonna return
I ask you "why so much concern?"
the same snakes that drive you from my bed
turn to voices and drive me out of my head
for fourteen days since you been back around
trying to keep my spirits high and my demons down
but, can't you see
you got to save me or set me free

'cause I'm falling in deeper - darkness, my old friend
I'm in deeper - stay with me till the end
deeper - you know I got no restraint
I'm in deeper
and lucky you
you get to be my saint
temporary saint

cleaning up one more time is sure getting old
why don't you bury me like the dirt that's in my soul
what makes you think you could love me, anyway?
ain't nobody told you about the way I operate
ain't nobody told you, baby?
well, I guess that makes you the only one

'cause I'm falling in deeper - darkness, my old friend
I'm in deeper - stay with me till the end
deeper - you know I got no restraint
I'm in deeper
and lucky you, yeh, lucky you
you get to be my saint
temporary saint

angel of mercy, set me free
do you really give a damn for me?

'cause I'm falling in deeper - darkness, my old friend
I'm in deeper - stay with me till the end
deeper - you know I got no restraint
I'm in deeper

Game Face (Live from Atlanta 4/12/96)
(6:27)


Written By Haynes
Published By Buzzard Rock Music (BMI)

Sail on savior
I can't take no more of your insanity wisdom
Satisfy your angels
With your cocaine and your guns
As for me I don't need them

When my shadow comes alive
And wrestles with my soul
Oh, do you really want to know

Savior, you can be what you want to be
Oh yeah, and only see what you want to see
Sail on, can't let you get next to me

To be at one with your weakness
Is your greatest strength
Guess you should be proud of your game face

Guess it always was your hallelujah
Guess it was your saving grace

Savior, you can be what you want to be
Oh yeah, and only see what you want to see
Sail on, can't let you get next to me

You can say what you want now
My eyes are open wide
How was I ever on your side

Savior, you can be what you want to be
Oh yeah, and only see what you want to see
Sail on, can't let you get next to me

No Need to Suffer (Live from Atlanta 4/12/96)
(8:20)


Written By Haynes
Published By Buzzard Rock Music (BMI)

Woman - suspended in time
Heal yourself - no need to stay blind
Spiral dreams - too much to bear
Spiraling who knows where

Let me take you down
No need to suffer anymore
Wrap yourself in the warmth of my arms
And we'll lie awake till sleep overtakes us
Can't you see
There's no need to suffer anymore

Defenseless, trapped in a cage
Blissfulness devoured by the rage
Fate's been cruel, though the years have been kind
You've go to heal yourself - no need to stay blind

Let me take you down
No need to suffer anymore
Wrap yourself in the warmth of my arms
And we'll laugh out loud while the earth dies screaming
Can't you see
There's no need to suffer anymore

And we'll fly away
And look down at the earth below
Fly away and we'll never look back
No, we'll never look back

Woman suspended in time
Heal yourself - no need to stay blind

Trane (Live from Atlanta 4/12/96)
(6:52)


Written by Haynes, Woody, Abts
Published by Buzzard Rock Music (BMI), Jake Henry Music (SESAC), Jake Henry Music (ASCAP)

[instrumental]

Eternity's Breath Jam (Live from Atlanta 4/12/96)
(2:02)

[instrumental]

Thelonius Beck (Live from Atlanta 4/12/96)
(3:56)


Written By Haynes
Published By Buzzard Rock Music (BMI)

[instrumental]

Trane (Live from Atlanta 4/12/96)
(1:42)


Written by Haynes, Woody, Abts
Published by Buzzard Rock Music (BMI), Jake Henry Music (SESAC), Jake Henry Music (ASCAP)

[instrumental]

St. Stephen Jam (Live from Atlanta 4/12/96)
(4:37)

[instrumental]

Trane (Live from Atlanta 4/12/96)
(1:35)


Written by Haynes, Woody, Abts
Published by Buzzard Rock Music (BMI), Jake Henry Music (SESAC), Jake Henry Music (ASCAP)

[instrumental]

Painted Silver Light (Live from Atlanta 4/12/96)
(7:19)


Written by Haynes
Published by Buzzard Rock Music (BMI)

In the painted silver light
I watched you gently move
Now, in the cold early dawn
I long to have that vision in my head again
Conjure, as I may, my guilt won't let me sleep
Now I know what it means
To have and to hold
To let go and to lose

In the screaming silence
I try to lose myself
But there is no hiding place
No hiding place

Here they come again
Those voices, they'll be with me till the end
Maybe it helps the pain
How would I know
I never slow down long enough
But, ain't life funny
I don't know if I will ever see you again
But, in the painted silver light
I watched you
And I'll keep on watching you

In the screaming silence
I try to lose myself
But there is no hiding place
No hiding place

In the screaming silence
I try to lose myself
But there is no hiding place
No hiding place

Seven days I watched the sun come rising
No sleep for the wicked
Seven nights I lie awake
While my mind drifted across valley and streams
Shadows everywhere
Still I search for some kind of sign
But, in the painted silver light
I'll come running
Running

In the screaming silence
I try to lose myself
But there is no hiding place
No hiding place

In the screaming silence
I try to lose myself
But there is no hiding place
No hiding place

Don't Step on the Grass, Sam (Live from Atlanta 4/12/96)
(8:00)


Written By Kay
Published By Songs of Universal Inc (BMI)

Starin' at the boob tube, turnin' on the big knob
Tryin' to find some life in the waste land
Fin'ly found a program, gonna deal with Mary Jane
Ready for a trip into hate land
Obnoxious Joe comes on the screen
Along with his guest self-righteous Sam
And one more guy who doesn't count
His hair and clothes are much too out

While pushin' back his glasses Sam is sayin' casually
"I was elected by the masses"
And with that in mind he starts to unwind
A vicious attack upon the grasses

Well it's evil, wicked, mean and nasty
(Don't step on the grass, Sam)
And it will ruin our fair country
(Don't be such an ass, Sam)
Well, it will hook your Sue and Johnny
(You're so full of bull, Sam)
All will pay that disagree with me
(Please give up you already lost the fight, alright)

Misinformation Sam and Joe
Are feeding to the nation
But the one who didn't count counted them out
By exposing all their false quotations
Faced by a very awkward situation
This is all he'd say to save the day

Well it's evil, wicked, mean and nasty
(Don't step on the grass, Sam)
And it will ruin our fair country
(Don't be such an ass, Sam)
Well, it will hook your Sue and Johnny
(You're so full of bull, Sam)
All will pay that disagree with me
(Please give up you already lost the fight alright)

You waste my coin Sam, all you can
To jail my fellow man
For smoking all the noble weed
You need much more than him
You've been telling lies so long
Some believe they're true
So they close their eyes to things
You have no right to do
Just as soon as you are gone
Hope will start to climb
Please don't stay around too long
You're wasting precious time

Well it's evil, wicked, mean and nasty
(Don't step on the grass, Sam)
And it will ruin our fair country
(Don't be such an ass, Sam)
Well, it will hook your Sue and Johnny
(You're so full of bull, Sam)
All will pay that disagree with me
(Please give up you already lost the fight, alright)

Birth of the Mule (Live from Atlanta 4/12/96)
(5:32)


Written By Haynes, Abts, Woody
Published By Buzzard Rock Music (BMI), Jake Henry Music (ASCAP)

[instrumental]

Just Got Paid (Live from Atlanta 4/12/96)
(7:33)


Written By Griffin, Kemp
Published By Cal Gene Music (BMI), EMI Virgin Songs (BMI)

I just got paid today,
got me a pocket full of change.
Said, I just got paid today,
got me a pocket full of change.
If you believe like workin' hard all day,
just step in my shoes and take my pay.

I was born my papa's son,
when I hit the ground I was on the run.
I had one glad hand and the other behind.
You can have yours, just give me mine.
When the hound dog barkin' in the black of the night,
stick my hand in my pocket, everything's all right.

I just got paid today,
got me a pocket full of change.
Said, black sheep, black, do you got some wool?
Yes, I do, man, my bag is full.
It's the root of evil and you know the rest
but it's way ahead of what's second best.

Going Out West (Live from Atlanta 4/12/96)
(6:17)


Written By Brennan, Waits
Published By Jalma Music

I'm goin' out west where the wind blows tall
Cause Tony Franciosa used to date my ma
They got some money out there, they're giving it away
I'm gonna do what I want and I'm gonna get paid
Do what I want and I'm gonna get paid

Little brown sausages lying in the sand
I ain't no extra, baby, I'm a leading man
Well, my parole officer will be proud of me
Got my Olds '88 and my devil on a leash
My Olds '88 and my devil on a leash

I know karate, voodoo too
I'm gonna make myself available to you
I don't need no make up, I got real scars
I got hair on my chest, I look good without a shirt

And I don't lose my composure in a high speed chase
My friends say I'm ugly, I got a masculine face
I got some dragstrip courage, I can really drive a bet
I'm gonna change my name to Hannibal or maybe just Rex
Change my name to Hannibal or maybe just Rex

I know karate, voodoo too
I'm gonna make myself available to you
I don't need no make up, I got real scars
I got hair on my chest, I look good without a shirt

I'm gonna drive all night, take some speed
I can't wait for the sun/rain to shine down on me
I got a hole in my roof, the shape of a heart
And I'm goin' out west where they'll appreciate me
I'm goin' out west where they'll appreciate me
Goin' out west where they'll appreciate me
Goin' out west where they'll appreciate me

Goin' out west, Goin' out west, Goin' out west

The Same Thing (Live from Atlanta 4/12/96)
(10:17)


Written By West (PRS)

Why do men go crazy
When a woman wears her dress so tight?
Why do men go crazy
When a woman wears her dress so tight?
Well, it must be the same old thing
That makes a tomcat fight all night

Why do all of the men try to run
A big legged woman down?
Why do all of the men try to run
A big legged woman down?
Well, it must be the same old thing
That makes a bulldog love a hound

Well, it's the same thing
Well, it's the same old thing
Better tell me who is to blame
Well, the whole world is a-fighting all about that same thing

What makes you feel so good
When your baby gets down her evening gown?
What makes you feel so good
When your baby gets down her evening gown?
Well, it must be the same old thing
That makes a preacher man lay his Bible down

Well, it's the same thing
Well, it's the same old thing
Better tell me who is to blame
Well, the whole world is a-fighting all about that same thing

Gonna Send You Back to Georgia (Live from Atlanta 4/12/96)
(Ft. Derek Trucks) (8:34)


Written By Taylor
Published By Eyeball Music (BMI)

Yeah I'm gonna send you back to Georgia
Honey that's where you belong
I'm gonna send you back to Georgia
Honey that's where you belong
Hang around here baby
And break up my happy home

I swear my mama told me
And your daddy too
As soon as you get a-what you want back
The way she's gonna do
I'm gonna send you back to Georgia
Honey that's where you belong
Hang around here baby
And break up my happy home

Goodby little woman
Is all I have to say
Give me back what I brought you
And be on your merry way
I'm gonna send you back to Georgia
Honey that's where you belong
Hang around here babe
And break up my happy home

Young Man Blues (Live from Atlanta 4/12/96)
(Ft. Derek Trucks) (2:36)


Written By Allison
Published By Audre Mae Music Co (BMI)

Oh well a young man ain't got nothin' in the world these days
I said a young man ain't got nothin' in the world these days

You know in the old days
When a young man was a strong man
All the people they'd step back
When a young man walked by

But you know nowadays
It's the old man,
He's got all the money
And a young man ain't got nothin' in the world these days
I said nothing

Everybody knows that a young man ain't got nothin'.
Everybody!
Everybody knows that a young man ain't got nothin'
He got nothin'
Nothin'

Take it easy on the young man
They ain't got nothin' in the world these days
I said they ain't got nothin'!
They got sweet fuck-all!

Good Morning Little School Girl (Live from Atlanta 4/12/96)
(Ft. Derek Trucks) (7:23)


Written By Williamson

Good morning little schoolgirl, can I come home with you?
Tell your mama and your papa I'm a little schoolboy too.
Come on now pretty baby I just can't help myself
You're so young and pretty I don't need nobody else.

Good morning little schoolgirl, can I come home with you?
Don't you hear me crying?

I'm gonna leave you baby about the break of day
On account of the way you treat me, I got to stay away.
Come on now pretty baby darling com on home
You know I love you baby, I got to get you all alone.

Good morning little schoolgirl, can I come home with you?
Don't you hear me crying?

I'm gonna buy me an airplane and fly all over your town
Tell everybody baby, lord knows you're fine
Come on pretty baby now, I just can't help myself
You're so young and pretty I don't need nobody else.

Good morning little schoolgirl, can I come home with you?
Don't you hear me crying?

Good morning little schoolgirl, can I come home with you?
Good morning little schoolgirl, can I come home with you?
Tell your mama and your papa I'm a little schoolboy too.
I'm a schoolboy, too. Hey, I'm a schoolboy, too.

I want to be your chauffeur, I want to ride your little machine
I want to be your chauffeur, I want to ride your little machine
I want to put a tiger, baby I want to put a tiger, baby.
I want to put a tiger, baby, hey in your sweet little tank.

Hey baby now yes I do ha, yes I do
Hey I got to hey, I got to come on home with you
Tell your mama, tell your papa, tell your mama and your papa
Hey, I'm a schoolboy, too, hey, hey, I'm a schoolboy, too.
Ha oww, I'm a schoolboy, too, ow, I wanna keep your company
Hey I wanna keep your company.

Young Man Blues (Live from Atlanta 4/12/96)
(Ft. Derek Trucks) (2:00)


Written By Allison
Published By Audre Mae Music Co (BMI)

Oh well a young man ain't got nothin' in the world these days
I said a young man ain't got nothin' in the world these days

You know in the old days
When a young man was a strong man
All the people they'd step back
When a young man walked by

But you know nowadays
It's the old man,
He's got all the money
And a young man ain't got nothin' in the world these days
I said nothing

Everybody knows that a young man ain't got nothin'.
Everybody!
Everybody knows that a young man ain't got nothin'
He got nothin'
Nothin'

Take it easy on the young man
They ain't got nothin' in the world these days
I said they ain't got nothin'!
They got sweet fuck-all!

Blind Man in the Dark (Live from Macon 4/13/96)
(9:54)


Written By Haynes
Published By Buzzard Rock Music (BMI)

All I ask from anyone
Is that they ask nothing from me
Stared so long at the future
That I'm blind to reality
Come a time will watch our lives
Slip into the sea
All I ask from anyone
Is that they ask nothing from me

Dreams fly by like a thousand railroad trains
Egos steadfast like mountains in our brains
Those of us who let go will be swallowed
Left here to die

Do not look to the sky
It will not rain for you
Do not look to strangers
They won't help you through
Only chance you got
When you hear those war dogs bark
Is to be one up on your brother
Like a Blind man in the dark

Face to face we will meet again
But never eye to eye
Meanwhile, in your mania
Your four wings touch the sky
Fly too high the wax will melt
And you'll fall down to your knees
All I ask from you my friend
Is that you ask nothing from me

Dreams fly by like a thousand railroad trains
Egos steadfast like mountains in our brains
Those of us who let go will be swallowed
Left here to die

Do not look to the sky
It will not rain for you
Do not look to strangers
They won't help you through
Only chance you got
When you hear those war dogs bark
Is to be one up on your brother
Like a Blind man in the dark

Do not look to the sky
It will not rain for you
Do not look to strangers
They won't help you through
Only chance you got
When you hear those war dogs bark
Is to be one up on your brother
Like a Blind man
Blind man in the dark
Blind man in the dark

Mother Earth (Live from Macon 4/13/96)
(9:09)


Written by Chatman, Simpkins
Published by Arc Music Corp (BMI)& Soundick Music (BMI)

You may high hat me all the time
You may never go my way
Mother Earth is waitin' for you
That's the debt you got to pay

I don't care how great you are
Or what you're worth
When it all comes down
You got to go back to Mother Earth

You may own half a city
Diamonds and pearls
You may have your own airplane
You may fly all over this world

Don't give a damn what you 're worth
When it all comes down
You got to go back to Mother Earth

Play the horses, baby
You may own the race track
You may have enough money,
To buy anything you lack

Don't care how great you are
Don't give a damn what you 're worth
'Cause when it all comes down
You got to go back to Mother Earth

You may high hat me all the time
You may never go my way
Mother Earth is waitin' for you
That's the debt you got to pay

I don't care how great you are
Or what you're worth
When it all comes down
You got to go back to Mother Earth

John the Revelator (Live from Macon 4/13/96)
(1:42)


Arranged By Haynes, Woody, Abts, Barbiero
Published By Buzzard Rock Music (BMI), Woody Music (SESAC), Jake Henry Music (ASCAP), Ringbearer Music, Ltd (ASCAP)

Tell me who's that writin',
John the Revelator.
Tell me who's that writin',
John the Revelator.
Who's that writin',
John the Revelator wrote the book of the seven seals.

Now God walked down in the cool of the day,
And called Adam by his name.
But he refused to answer, 'cause he was naked and ashamed.
So, tell me who's that writin',
John the Revelator.
Tell me who's that writin',
John the Revelator.
Who's that writin',
John the Revelator wrote the book of the seven seals.

Now Christ had 12 apostles,
And three he layed away
He said "Watch for me one hour,
while I go yonder and pray."

And tell me who's that writin',
John the Revelator.
Tell me who's that writin',
John the Revelator.
Who's that writin',
John the Revelator wrote the book of the seven seals.

Mary Margaret they were there,
And they heard every word he said.
Said "Go tell my desciples, I said meet me in Galilee"
And tell me who's that writin',
John the Revelator.
Tell me who's that writin',
John the Revelator.
Who's that writin',
John the Revelator wrote the book of the seven seals.

Who's that writin',
John the Revelator.
Tell me who's that writin',
John the Revelator.
Who's that writin',
John the Revelator wrote the book of the seven seals.

Temporary Saint (Live from Macon 4/13/96)
(5:50)


Written by Haynes
Published by Buzzard Rock Music (BMI)

you ask me when I'm gonna return
I ask you "why so much concern?"
the same snakes that drive you from my bed
turn to voices and drive me out of my head
for fourteen days since you been back around
trying to keep my spirits high and my demons down
but, can't you see
you got to save me or set me free

'cause I'm falling in deeper - darkness, my old friend
I'm in deeper - stay with me till the end
deeper - you know I got no restraint
I'm in deeper
and lucky you
you get to be my saint
temporary saint

cleaning up one more time is sure getting old
why don't you bury me like the dirt that's in my soul
what makes you think you could love me, anyway?
ain't nobody told you about the way I operate
ain't nobody told you, baby?
well, I guess that makes you the only one

'cause I'm falling in deeper - darkness, my old friend
I'm in deeper - stay with me till the end
deeper - you know I got no restraint
I'm in deeper
and lucky you, yeh, lucky you
you get to be my saint
temporary saint

angel of mercy, set me free
do you really give a damn for me?

'cause I'm falling in deeper - darkness, my old friend
I'm in deeper - stay with me till the end
deeper - you know I got no restraint
I'm in deeper

Rocking Horse (Live from Macon 4/13/96)
(4:36)


Written by Haynes, Woody, Pearson, Allman
Published by Buzzard Rock Music (BMI), Woody Music (SESAC), Candlerfly Songs (BMI), D-Dem Music (BMI)

My guardian angel wears a hard hat
Said the boy with the microphone
Else I wouldn't be standing here today
Ever since I was a young boy
Couldn't leave well enough alone
Always trouble standing in my way

Up, down, anywhere but in the middle
Off the wagon, under the wheel again
All or nothing, never could do just a little
Never could leave it alone

Hard living be the death of me
Yes, lead me to an early grave
To die in the saddle, must be my destiny
But to ride this rocking horse I must be crazed

Good clean fun, just my imagination
Down and dirty that's the way the game is played
This hard life caused me aggravation
Never could leave it alone

Oh now, baby
I can't leave it alone
To ride that rocking horse

Can't leave it alone
Oh now, baby
I never could leave it alone
Oh, oh now, baby

Game Face (Live from Macon 4/13/96)
(6:48)


Written By Haynes
Published By Buzzard Rock Music (BMI)

Sail on savior
I can't take no more of your insanity wisdom
Satisfy your angels
With your cocaine and your guns
As for me I don't need them

When my shadow comes alive
And wrestles with my soul
Oh, do you really want to know

Savior, you can be what you want to be
Oh yeah, and only see what you want to see
Sail on, can't let you get next to me

To be at one with your weakness
Is your greatest strength
Guess you should be proud of your game face

Guess it always was your hallelujah
Guess it was your saving grace

Savior, you can be what you want to be
Oh yeah, and only see what you want to see
Sail on, can't let you get next to me

You can say what you want now
My eyes are open wide
How was I ever on your side

Savior, you can be what you want to be
Oh yeah, and only see what you want to see
Sail on, can't let you get next to me

No Need to Suffer (Live from Macon 4/13/96)
(8:42)


Written By Haynes
Published By Buzzard Rock Music (BMI)

Woman - suspended in time
Heal yourself - no need to stay blind
Spiral dreams - too much to bear
Spiraling who knows where

Let me take you down
No need to suffer anymore
Wrap yourself in the warmth of my arms
And we'll lie awake till sleep overtakes us
Can't you see
There's no need to suffer anymore

Defenseless, trapped in a cage
Blissfulness devoured by the rage
Fate's been cruel, though the years have been kind
You've go to heal yourself - no need to stay blind

Let me take you down
No need to suffer anymore
Wrap yourself in the warmth of my arms
And we'll laugh out loud while the earth dies screaming
Can't you see
There's no need to suffer anymore

And we'll fly away
And look down at the earth below
Fly away and we'll never look back
No, we'll never look back

Woman suspended in time
Heal yourself - no need to stay blind

Trane (Live from Macon 4/13/96)
(8:55)


Written by Haynes, Woody, Abts
Published by Buzzard Rock Music (BMI), Jake Henry Music (SESAC), Jake Henry Music (ASCAP)

[instrumental]

Eternity's Breath Jam (Live from Macon 4/13/96)
(1:58)

[instrumental]

Thelonius Beck (Live from Macon 4/13/96)
(4:01)


Written By Haynes
Published By Buzzard Rock Music (BMI)

[instrumental]

Trane (Live from Macon 4/13/96)
(1:42)


Written by Haynes, Woody, Abts
Published by Buzzard Rock Music (BMI), Jake Henry Music (SESAC), Jake Henry Music (ASCAP)

[instrumental]

St. Stephen Jam (Live from Macon 4/13/96)
(5:47)

[instrumental]

Presence of the Lord (Live from Macon 4/13/96)
(6:45)


Written By Clapton
Published By Unichappel Music In (BMI)

I have finally found a way to live
Just like I never could before.
I know that I don't have much to give,
But I can open any door.

Everybody knows the secret,
Everybody knows the score.
I have finally found a way to live
In the color of the Lord.

I have finally found a place to live
Just like I never could before.
And I know I don't have much to give,
But soon I'll open any door.

Everybody knows the secret,
Everybody knows the score.
I have finally found a place to live
In the presence of the Lord.
In the presence of the Lord.

I have finally found a way to live
Just like I never could before.
And I know I don't have much to give,
But I can open any door.

Everybody knows the secret,
I said everybody knows the score.
I have finally found a way to live
In the color of the Lord.
In the color of the Lord.

Birth of the Mule (Live from Macon 4/13/96)
(6:42)


Written By Haynes, Abts, Woody
Published By Buzzard Rock Music (BMI), Jake Henry Music (ASCAP)

[instrumental]

Monkey Hill (Live from Macon 4/13/96)
(4:37)


Written by Haynes, Woody
Published by Buzzard Rock Music (BMI), Woody Music (SESAC)

Last night and the night before
The thunder crowed and the rooster roared
I woke up sweatin' on somebody's floor
You know, how the story goes

The dirty streets, they can be so mean
Everybody tryin' to live so clean
Me, I'm stuck here in between
And it's a fine line

Down on monkey hill
Saw a brother screamin' on the corner
Talkin' 'bout some low down dirty shame
And he said, "Gonna get so high that I just don't know my name"

Between the buildings and the alleyways
That's where the livin' is done
Where the young boys chase the dragon
That's where flesh and steel are one

Down on monkey hill
Saw another brother testifyin' this mornin'
Talkin' 'bout how he lost everything
And he said, "Gonna get so high that I just don't know my name"

Everybody's talkin' shit and jivin'
Hard to tell which is which
Dealers and squealers
Businessmen and bankers
They all be scratchin' that itch

Down on monkey hill
Saw another brother testifyin' this evenin'
Talkin' 'bout how he left his soul in DeNang
And he said, "Gonna get so high that I just don't know my name"

Gonna get so high
Don't know my name
Down on monkey hill

She's So Heavy Jam (Live from Macon 4/13/96)
(1:29)

[instrumental]

Mule (Live from Macon 4/13/96)
(7:07)


Written by Haynes, Woody, Abts
Published by Buzzard Rock Music (BMI), Jake Henry Music (SESAC), Jake Henry Music (ASCAP)

Say you try
But you just can't help your self
Wanna feel special
Man wanna make you feel like everybody else
Take away your freedom
Strip away your pride
Say you know you weren't born
With the blue blood son
So take your place in line

Where's my mule
Where's my forty acres
Where's my dream
Mr. Emancipator
Live this way
Might as well meet my maker
Where's my mule
Where's my mule

I say trust me
But you say it's too much bother
Yeah, the way the man try to beat you down
Make you wanna kill your brother
So go on and bust me
For what's in my mason jar
Yeah, I owes my soul
To the company store
How I'm doing so far

Where's my mule
Where's my forty acres
Where's my dream
Mr. Emancipator
Live this way
Might as well meet my maker
Where's my mule
Where's my mule

Where's my mule
Where's my forty acres
Where's my dream
Mr. Emancipator
Live this way
Might as well meet my maker
Where's my, my, my, my, my, my mule?

Goin' Out West (Live from Macon 4/13/96)
(7:55)


Written By Brennan, Waits
Published By Jalma Music

I'm goin' out west where the wind blows tall
Cause Tony Franciosa used to date my ma
They got some money out there, they're giving it away
I'm gonna do what I want and I'm gonna get paid
Do what I want and I'm gonna get paid

Little brown sausages lying in the sand
I ain't no extra, baby, I'm a leading man
Well, my parole officer will be proud of me
Got my Olds '88 and my devil on a leash
My Olds '88 and my devil on a leash

I know karate, voodoo too
I'm gonna make myself available to you
I don't need no make up, I got real scars
I got hair on my chest, I look good without a shirt

And I don't lose my composure in a high speed chase
My friends say I'm ugly, I got a masculine face
I got some dragstrip courage, I can really drive a bet
I'm gonna change my name to Hannibal or maybe just Rex
Change my name to Hannibal or maybe just Rex

I know karate, voodoo too
I'm gonna make myself available to you
I don't need no make up, I got real scars
I got hair on my chest, I look good without a shirt

I'm gonna drive all night, take some speed
I can't wait for the sun/rain to shine down on me
I got a hole in my roof, the shape of a heart
And I'm goin' out west where they'll appreciate me
I'm goin' out west where they'll appreciate me
Goin' out west where they'll appreciate me
Goin' out west where they'll appreciate me

Goin' out west, Goin' out west, Goin' out west

She's Nineteen Years Old (Live from Macon 4/13/96)
(Ft. Tinsley Ellis) (10:20)


Written By Waters

Hey here we go
Here we go

I'm sayin' something to you I don't care how you feel
You just don't realize you got yourself a good deal
She's nineteen years old and she got ways just like a baby child
Nothing I can do to please her
I'm just tryin' to make this little woman feel satisfied

I'm sayin' something to you and I don't care if you get mad
You're 'bout the cutest little woman that I'll ever had
She's nineteen years old and she got ways just like a baby child
Nothing I can do to please her, oh no
I'm just tryin' to make this little woman feel satisfied

I'm sayin' something to you and I don't care how you feel
You just don't realize, you know you gotta, you got yourself a good deal
She's nineteen years old and she got ways just like a baby child
Nothing I can do to please her
I'm just tryin' to make this little woman feel satisfied

I can't ask her where she's going, she tells me where she's been
She'll start a conversation, that don't have no end, you know she
She's nineteen years old and she got ways just like a baby child
Nothing I can do to please her
Oh Lord I'm just tryin' to make this little woman feel satisfied

Gonna Send You Back to Georgia (Live from Macon 4/13/96)
(Ft. Tinsley Ellis) (8:21)


Written By Taylor
Published By Eyeball Music (BMI)

Yeah I'm gonna send you back to Georgia
Honey that's where you belong
I'm gonna send you back to Georgia
Honey that's where you belong
Hang around here baby
And break up my happy home

I swear my mama told me
And your daddy too
As soon as you get a-what you want back
The way she's gonna do
I'm gonna send you back to Georgia
Honey that's where you belong
Hang around here baby
And break up my happy home

Goodby little woman
Is all I have to say
Give me back what I brought you
And be on your merry way
I'm gonna send you back to Georgia
Honey that's where you belong
Hang around here babe
And break up my happy home

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