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01. Statesboro Blues
02. Trouble No More
03. Don't Keep Me Wonderin'
04. Done Somebody Wrong
05. One Way Out
06. In Memory Of Elizabeth Reed
07. Midnight Rider
08. Hoochie Coochie Man

01. Bill Graham intro
02. Wasted Words
03. Done Somebody Wrong
04. One Way Out
05. Stormy Monday
06. Midnight Rider
07. Ramblin' Man
08. In Memory Of Elizabeth Reed

01. Jam
02. Statesboro Blues
03. End of the Line
04. Blue Sky
05. Nobody Knows
06. Low Down Dirty Mean
07. Melissa
08. Come On In My Kitchen

Blue Sky

Walk along the river, sweet lullaby, it just keeps on flowing,
It don't worry 'bout where it's going, no, no.
Don't fly, mister blue bird, I'm just walking down the road,
Early morning sunshine tell me all I need to know

CHORUS

Had a sweet little girl,
Run out and took the baby boy, people ain't that sad.
Oh, had a sweet little girl,
Left me, run out and took the baby boy, oh ain't that sad.
Chorus:
Can't spend what you ain't got,
Can't lose what you never had.
Can't spend what you ain't got,

People say that you're no good
But I wouldn't cut you loose, baby, if I could
Well, I seem to stay down on the ground
Baby, I'm too far gone to turn around
Oh, if only you would make up your mind
Take me where you go, you're leaving me behind
Lord, you got those come and go blues
Lord, you got those some and go blues

You better come on into my kitchen,
Cause it’s sure to be raining outdoors.
When a woman’s in trouble,
Everybody puts her down
She look for her good man,
Lord he can’t be found.
You better come on
Into my kitchen,

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.

And now the gravity of trouble was more than I could bear,
At times my luck was so bad, I had to fold my hands,
Almost lost my soul, rarely I could find my head,
Wake up early in the morning, feeling nearly dead.

I was never afraid of danger, took trouble on the chin,
Mountains I have climbed, that have killed a thousand men,
Spent most of my lifetime downtown, sleepin' behind the wheel,

I know you since you've been born
Raising hell even as a child
Nothing's change since that day
You still are runnin' wild
How hell I'm gonna tell you
And closer barriers are passing by
Well you left this state and running
Is air too smooth these days

Well I am on the prowl, baby
Looking for someone to satisfy my needs.
Some way, somehow,
I'm gonna find someone to spend some time with me.
I ain't looking, out forever, for some woman to treat a good man right.
You look so good, you got me thinking.
You might satisfy my soul tonight.
Theres no harm done, I know you're the one

You're the life of the party, everybody's host
Still you need somewhere you can hide
All your good time friends
And your farewell to has-beens
Lord knows, just along for the ride

You think you're a survivor
But boy, you better think twice

Gypsy woman told my mama
'while 'fore I was born.
Got a boy child comin' mama,
He'll be a bad one, now.
I'll make all you little girls,
turn your heads around.
Then I'm gonna take you little girls,
gonna take you right on down... with me yeah

Now my eyes are wide open
Now that every thing's been stolen
And I'm here to get it back from you
See I ain't wasting no more time
gotta take back whats mine
What else am i suppose to do

Here I am

Well I'm gonna move baby
Well on the outskirts of town
Well I'm gonna move baby, yeah
Way back down on the outskirts of town, yeah

Well I don't need nobody else
Always hanging around
Yeah yeah, baby, oh oh

I have not come, yeah, to testify
about our bad, bad misfortune and I ain't here a wond'rin' why.
But I'll live on and I'll be strong
'cause it just ain't my cross to bear.

I sat down and wrote you a long letter, it was just the other day.
Said, sure as the sunrise, baby, tomorrow I'll be up and on my way.
But I'll live on and I'll be strong

Музыкальная тема в заставке TG существует с самого начала в 1977 году. Это песня “Jessica” группы Allman Brothers. В 2002 году она была переделана в более электронную, а позже в одном из эпизодов Джеймс Мэй воспроизвел ее звуками моторов разных машин.

You ride on down the same old street you've seen a thousand times,
That overflows with neon lights and enormous signs.
My God, how you want to live there. Well, well.

Your head severely poundin' from the night before.
Baby, you just keep goin' back, goin' back for more.
Cause midnight's callin'. Well, well.

[Chorus]
Louisiana Lou and Three Card Monty John,
Oh lord, what a natural pair.
Looking for a game, fortune and fame,
Waitin' just a little farther down the road somewhere.

Now Three Card Monty is a gamblin' game,
Two black aces and a pretty red queen,

Fatal beauty, the chokin' kind
Dangerous feeling in this heart of mine
How can you love me
And treat me so unkind
You got me floppin' like a fish in a pan
Ain't no way to treat your man

Maydell

Crossroads ... seem to come and go ... yeah
The gypsy flies from coast to coast
Knowing many, loving none
Bearing sorrow, havin' fun
But back home he'll always run ... to sweet Melissa

Freight train ... each car looks the same ... all the same
And no one knows the gypsy's name

Well, I've got to run to keep from hiding,
And I'm bound to keep on riding.
And I've got one more silver dollar,
But I'm not gonna let them catch me, no,
Not gonna let 'em catch the Midnight Rider.

And I don't own the clothes I'm wearing,
And the road goes on forever,

You know hard times, just an old friend, just an old friend to me

I say hard times, just an old friend, just an old friend to me

Tell me now old friend, oh when you gonna let me be?

Can't you feel a cold wind, howlin' down, blowin' my song

Ain't but one way out baby, lord I just can't go out the door.
Ain't but one way out baby, lord I just can't go out the door.
Cause there's a man down there, might be your man I don't know.

Lord you got me trapped woman, up on the second floor;
If I get by this time I won't be trapped no more.
So raise our window baby, I can ease out soft and slow.
And lord, your neighbors, no they won't be

Don't worry for me
Well I'm all right
Lord knows I'm having,
A natural good time,
Pocket full of money
Gonna boogie all night;
There ain't nobody tell me that's crime
Chorus:

Lord, I was born a ramblin' man,
Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can.
And when it's time for leavin',
I hope you'll understand,
That I was born a ramblin' man.

Well my father was a gambler down in Georgia,
He wound up on the wrong end of a gun.

[chorus]
Lord, I was born a ramblin man,
Tryin to make a livin and doin the best I can.
And when its time for leavin,
I hope youll understand,
That I was born a ramblin man.

Well my father was a gambler down in georgia,

Seven turns on the highway,
Seven rivers to cross.
Sometimes, you feel like you could fly away,
Sometimes, you get lost.

And sometimes, in the darkened night,
You see the crossroad sign.
One way is the mornin light,

When you can't find the light,
That got you through the cloudy days,
When the stars ain't shinin' bright,
You feel like you've lost you're way,
When those candle lights of home,
Burn so very far away,
Well you got to let your soul shine,
Just like my daddy used to say.

I recall once upon a time,
Livin was so easy and I felt so fine.
But, my, my, my right before my very eyes,
Satan came with fire to burn me,
Wouldn't listen when they warned me.
A dagger in my back while she's calling me honey,
Wouldn't stand back, for neither love nor money.

Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low;
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low.
You got no nerve baby, to turn Uncle John from your door.

I woke up this morning, I had them Statesboro Blues,
I woke up this morning, had them Statesboro Blues.
Well, I looked over in the corner, and Grandpa seemed to have them too.

They call it stormy Monday, but Tuesday is as just as bad
Yeah, they call it stormy Monday but Tuesday, Tuesday is as just as bad
You know Wednesday is worst, and Thursday, oh so sad

The eagle flies on Friday and Saturday I'll go out to play
Oh, the eagle flies on Friday and Saturday I'll go out to play
The seventh day I'll rest and I'll kneel down to pray

Like the hopeful dreams of many,
he had everything and more,
A lovely wife and children,
all the things worth fighting for.

He knows, there was still,
still, something missing in his life.

Don't care how long you go,
I don't care how long you stay,
It's good kind treatment,
Bring you home someday.
Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble,
Poor me, anymore.
Now you keep on bettin',
That the dice won't pass.

Can you tell me ... tell me, friend ... just exactly where I've been
Is that so ... much to ask
I'll pay you back no matter what the task
You seem really sure 'bout somethin' I don't know
Take that load off looks like your chest's about to go
Your wasted words ... already been heard
Are you really God ... yes or no

I've been run down and I've been lied to.
And I don't know why, I let that mean woman make me a fool.
She took all my money, wrecks my new car.
Now she's with one of my good time buddies,
They're drinkin' in some cross-town bar.

[Chorus:]
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,

You don't love me, pretty baby,
you don't love me, yes I know.
You don't love me, pretty baby
you don't love me, yes I know.
Well if you leave me, pretty baby
don't you know you're gonna hurt me so.
Well I'm gonna tell my mother,
I'm gonna talk to my father too.