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Grinnin' In Your Face
(Eddie "Son" House)
Soundick Music (BMI)


Mother Earth
(Peter Chatman, Louis Simpkins)
Arc Music Corp (BMI)
Soundick Music (BMI)


Rocking Horse
(Warren Haynes, Allen Woody, Jack Pearson, Gregg Allman)
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
I wouldn't be standing here today
Ever since I was a young a boy
I 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 are 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 is just my imagination
Down and dirty that's the way the game is played
This hard life has caused me aggravation
Never could leave it alone
Oh now Baby
Can't leave it alone
Got to ride that rocking horse

Can't leave it alone
Never could leave it alone


Monkey Hill
(Warren Haynes, Allen Woody)
Buzzard Rock Music (BMI) / Woody Music (SESAC)


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

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

Down on monkey hill
Saw a brother screaming 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 living is done
Where the young boys chase the dragon
That's where flesh and steel are one

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

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

Down on monkey hill
Saw another brother testifying this evening
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
I don't know my name
Down on monkey hill


Temporary Saint
(Warren Haynes)
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, yeah, 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


Trane
(Warren Haynes, Allen Woody, Matt Abts)
Buzzard Rock Music (BMI) / Woody Music (SESAC) / Jake Henry Music (ASCAP)


Mule
(Warren Haynes, Allen Woody, Matt Abts)
Buzzard Rock Music (BMI) / Woody 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?


Dolphineus
(Warren Haynes, Allen Woody, Matt Abts)
Buzzard Rock Music (BMI) / Woody Music (SESAC) / Jake Henry Music (ASCAP)


Painted Silver Light
(Warren Haynes)
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


Mr. Big
(Paul Rodgers, Andy Fraser, Simon Kirk, Paul Kossoff)
Blue Mountain Music c/o Songs Of Polygram International)


Left Coast Groovies
(Warren Haynes, Allen Woody, Matt Abts)
Buzzard Rock Music (BMI) / Woody 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


World of Difference

(Warren Haynes)
Buzzard Rock Music (BMI)

(Warren Haynes)
Buzzard Rock Music (BMI)
Black and white, it's all the same
Good and evil - pieces in a medieval game
Black shoot black, white take all
Color will be our downfall
Blood runs red
And it's all the same

So tell me what you see
When you look at me
Close your eyes, you'll see
A world of difference
World of difference

I hate you 'cause you hated my fathers
You hate him - his fathers raped your daughters
Hate breeds fear, fear breeds sin
Survival is your only friend
When we die
We're all the same

So tell me what you see
When you look at me
Close your eyes, you'll see
A world of difference

World of difference
There's a clock on the wall
And it's angry and bleeding
A world in pain
Lashes out like children
What can we do
We're too young to know

Brother, get down on your knees
Too late to cry - too late to beg me please

So, tell me what you see
When you look at me
Close your eyes, you'll see
A world of difference
World of difference