Lyric Black Hearted Woman
by Gregg Allman
Copyright 1969 Unichappell Music Inc. and Elijah Blue Music (BMI)
Black hearted woman, can t you see your poor man dyin .
Can t count on both hands, babe, all the lonely nights I ve been cryin .
Well I m tired of all your slippery ways, I can t take your evil lyin .
Oh, no.
Black hearted woman, cheap trouble and pain is all you play.
Black hearted woman, cheap trouble and pain is all you play.
Some time thinking I ll be much better, if I was stiff down in my grave.
No, I just can t stay.
Yesterday I was your man, now you don t know my name.
Yesterday I was your man, now you don t know my name.
Well I m going out to find a new way babe, oh, to get back into your
game.
Yeah, yeah.
One of these days, I m gonna catch you with your back door man.
One of these days, yeah, I m gonna catch you with your back door man.
I ll be moving on down the road pretty baby, oh, to start all over
again.
Oh, yeah.
Copyright 1969 Unichappell Music Inc. and Elijah Blue Music (BMI)
Black hearted woman, can t you see your poor man dyin .
Can t count on both hands, babe, all the lonely nights I ve been cryin .
Well I m tired of all your slippery ways, I can t take your evil lyin .
Oh, no.
Black hearted woman, cheap trouble and pain is all you play.
Black hearted woman, cheap trouble and pain is all you play.
Some time thinking I ll be much better, if I was stiff down in my grave.
No, I just can t stay.
Yesterday I was your man, now you don t know my name.
Yesterday I was your man, now you don t know my name.
Well I m going out to find a new way babe, oh, to get back into your
game.
Yeah, yeah.
One of these days, I m gonna catch you with your back door man.
One of these days, yeah, I m gonna catch you with your back door man.
I ll be moving on down the road pretty baby, oh, to start all over
again.
Oh, yeah.
