Leave My Blues at Home — текст песни (Allman Brothers Band, The)

by Gregg Allman
Copyright 1970 Unichappell Inc. and Elijah Blue Music (BMI)

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.