Les Brers In A Minor - The Allman Brothers Band

Gettin' over a case of the blues Spending less time I pick and I choose Try my best to be patient Find me in space Real nigga spaceship Chrome 28s Say hello to a Martian Ask her what is her name? I dream in the daytime Just to escape Sleepwalk like a zombie Pray I never wake I get by on a lucky streak To carry on it costs too much to me I'm sick and I'm tired, tired, tired, tired, tired... Dark Summer I wanna fly I don't care where I land Take me away Take me away Take me away I wanna fly Take me away Take me away Take me away I wanna fly Take me away Take me away Take me away I wanna fly Take me away Take me away Take me away I wanna fly

Living on this earth is parallel to living in hell I can't seem to break the spell Detach my soul and separate my cells Let my spirit dwell inside another realm Throw my lifeless body down the haunted wishing well My carcass starts to swell The explanation's that I fell At the hour of my death make sure they swing from broken bells Wipe the blood off of my face but leave the stains on my lapel Horrifying images on replay in me mind Come take a walk with me and see the other side Counting down the days until me sacrifice Secret seances me feel the poltergeist Come and play down by the river Got 59 killers in masks Scarecrow deliver the pull of a trigger While you f- die and I laugh Hear the sounds Demons surround Swell from the ground Feel the flames We drown in pain Let's die in vain, man

Just one more mornin' I had to wake up with the blues Pulled myself outta bed, yeah Put on my walkin' shoes Went up on the mountain To see what I could see The whole world was fallin' Right down in front of me 'Cause I'm hung up on dreams I'll never see, yeah, baby Ah, help me, baby Or this will surely be the end of me, yeah Pull myself together Put on a new face Climb down off the hilltop, baby Get back in the race 'Cause I'm hung up on dreams I'll never see, yeah, baby, yeah Ah, help me, baby Or this will surely be the end of me, yeah Pull myself together Put on a new face Climb down off the hilltop, baby Get back in the race 'Cause I'm hung up on dreams I'll never see, yeah, baby, oh Ah, help me, baby Or this will surely be the end of me, yeah

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