a long time gone
It’s been a long time comin’
It’s goin’ to be a long time gone.
And it appears to be a long,
Appears to be a long,
Appears to be a long time,
Yes, a long, long, long, long time,
Before the dawn.
Turn, turn any corner.
Hear, you must hear what the people say,
You know there’s something that’s goin’ on around here,
That surely, surely, surely won’t stand the light of day.
And it appears to be a long, (yes it does)
Appears to be a long,
Appears to be a long time,
Such a long, long, time,
Before the dawn.
Speak out, you got to speak out against the madness
You got to speak your mind,
If you dare.
But don’t, no don’t no try to get yourself elected.
If you do you had better cut your hair.
And it appears to be a long, (yes it does)
Appears to be a long
Appears to be a long time,
Such a long, long, long, long time,
Before the dawn.
It’s been a long time comin’,
It’s going to be a long time gone.
But you know, the darkest hour,
Is always, always just before the dawn.
And it appears to be a long,
Appears to be a long,
Appears to be a long time,
Such a long, long, long, long time before the dawn
try
Try, try, try just a little bit harder
So I can love, love, love him, I tell myself
‘Cause I’m gonna try, oh yeah, just a little bit harder
So I won’t lose, lose, lose him to nobody else, yeah.
Hey, I don’t care how long it’s gonna take ya
But if it’s a dream I don’t want No I don’t really want it
Yeah if it’s a dream I don’t want nobody to wake me.
Yeah I’m gonna try, oh yeah, just a little bit harder
So I can give, give, give, give him every bit of my soul.
I’m gonna try, oh yeah, just a little bit harder
So I can show, show, show him love with no control, yeah.
Hey! I don’t care how long it’s gonna take ya
But if it’s a dream I don’t want
No I don’t really want it
Yeah if it’s a dream I don’t want nobody to wake me.
Hey, dig it! Yeah! Yeah yeah yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, all right.
Try oh yeah, hey, try oh yeah, Lord, Lord, Lord,
Try oh yeah, try oh yeah, Lord, Lord, Lord,
Try oh yeah yeah, try, whoa, try oh yeah, Lord, Lord, Lord,
Push, work, push, work, oh yeah, try, oh yeah hey!
Try oh yeah, hey try oh yeah,
Try Lord, try, try, you ain’t trying man
You’re not trying out man, come up with it.
Come on, that’s a wanker that listens to words, man.
Hey you gotta work all night
Hey little girl, gotta push on
You gotta need
Work a little more, hey, try a little more,
Need a little more
Yeah, work on, push on, move on, move on,
You gotta work for it, you gotta work on it
Push on, need on, move on,
Move on, hey hey hey.
Work it daddy,
Work it daddy,
Come on, work it daddy, oh
Yeah, yeah, you better try, try, try, try a little more
You ain’t never gonna get any man if that’s the sort of thing you can do.
Shit, there’s lot more talent around than that man.
Try, try, try, try try try,
You’ve gotta try, try, try, try,
Try, try, try, try, try, try…
You gotta try, try, try, try…
Lord, try, try, try, try,
Lord, try, try, try, try,
Hey, try, try, try, try,
Hey, try oh yeah, try oh yeah, Lord, Lord, Lord
Try oh yeah, hey, try whoa, try oh yeah
Try oh yeah, Lord, Lord, Lord, try oh yeah
Try oh yeah, hey, hey, hey,
Try oh yeah, try oh yeah,
Lord, Lord, Lord, oh Lord.
And don’t you forget!
Janis Joplin!
Boy they’re incredible.
Quiet, quiet!
I’ll tell you one thing, we sure turned a trainful of freaks into a party, man, ha ha ha ha, didn’t we, boys ? All right, all right, now what should I do ? Get it ?
“Get it While You Can” ? “Get it While You Can” !
All right. I’ll do a song, man, that I’ll tell you you could apply it to more or less to anything you want to but it could almost be even called the truth man. I wouldn’t go that far, I wouldn’t heavy up on anyone like that, man. I’ll tell you one thing, songs got something to say, man, if you can dig it. It’s talking about everybody’s life, man, and what passes by you and what you miss and what you’re gonna have, man. This is a song called Get it While You Can ’cause it ain’t gonna be there when you wake up, man. (On Richard!) Richard Bell on piano.
white rabbit
One pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you, don’t do anything at all
Go ask Alice, when she’s ten feet tall
And if you go chasing rabbits, and you know you’re going to fall
Tell ‘em a hookah-smoking caterpillar has given you the call
And call Alice, when she was just small
When the men on the chessboard get up and tell you where to go
And you’ve just had some kind of mushroom, and your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice, I think she’ll know
When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead
And the white knight is talking backwards
And the red queen’s off with her head
Remember what the dormouse said
Head your head, head your head
sweet home alabama
Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss Alabamy once again
And I think its a sin, yes
Well I heard mister Young sing about her
Well, I heard ole Neil put her down
Well, I hope Neil Young will remember
A Southern man don’t need him around anyhow
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I’m coming home to you
In Birmingham they love the governor
Now we all did what we could do
Now Watergate does not bother me
Does your conscience bother you?
Tell the truth
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I’m coming home to you
Here I come Alabama
Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers
And they’ve been known to pick a song or two
Lord they get me off so much
They pick me up when I’m feeling blue
Now how about you?
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I’m coming home to you
Sweet home Alabama
Oh sweet home baby
Where the skies are so blue
And the governor’s true
Sweet Home Alabama
Lordy
Lord, I’m coming home to you
Yea, yea Montgomery’s got the answer
born on a bayou
Now when I was just a little boy standin’ to my Daddy’s knee
my Poppa said son don’t let the man get you do what he done to me
’cause he’ll get you ’cause he’ll get you now now.
I can remember the fourth of July runnin’ through the backwood bare.
And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin’ chasin’ down a hoodoo there
chasin’ down a hoodoo there.
Born on the bayou
born on the bayou
born on the bayou.
Wish I was back on the bayou rollin’ with some Cajun Queen.
Wishin’ I were a freight train, oh, just a-chooglin’ on down to New Orleans.
Born on the bayou
born on the bayou
born on the bayou.
I can remember the fourth of July, runnin’ through the backwood bare.
And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin’, chasin’ down a hoodoo there,
chasin’ down a hoodoo there.
Born on the bayou
born on the bayou
born on the bayou.
