There's One in Every Crowd lyrics

by Eric Clapton and George Terry

Hear my story and listen well;
Truth is in all that I tell.
It could never have been me.
I did not shoot no deputy.

Mr. Grant, the deputy,
Friend to my whole family.
He always tell me when John Brown
Was getting ready to come around.

Don't blame me.
Don't blame me.

I hide it all except a few seeds
And make him think I plant for me.

by Eric Clapton

High upon a mountain top
Where the eagle builds his nest
I shall go wandering,
Trying to put my mind at rest,
And I shall never cease
Until the day I die.

He was once a friend of mine,
But I did not know or care
Until she said goodbye.
I cried till I could hardly see
The meaning of my life.
What do I do now?

First Verse

The sky is crying,
Look at the tears rolling down the streets.
The sky is crying,
Look at the tears rolling down the streets.
I looked out my window,
The rain was falling down in sheets.

My baby left me this morning,
Lord knows I don't know the reason why.
My baby left me this morning,
I don't know the reason why.
And everytime I think about it,
I hang my head and cry.

(JESUS COMING SOON) (traditional)

God is warning the nations,
Warning them in every way
To turn away from the evil
And seek the Lord and pray.

We've been told that God done warned us,
Jesus coming soon.
We've been told that God done warned us,
Jesus coming soon.

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Chorus Six Times

The sky is crying,
Look at the tears rolling down the streets.
The sky is crying,
Look at the tears rolling down the streets.
I looked out my window,
The rain was falling down in sheets.

My baby left me this morning,
Lord knows I don't know the reason why.
My baby left me this morning,
I don't know the reason why.
And everytime I think about it,
I hang my head and cry.

The sun is shining,

by Mary McCreary

I've been working so hard,
Just came home from my job.
Looked down in my wallet,
Good God, I've been robbed.

Now where can my money be,
All my hard-earned pay?
What am I going to do now?
I got my bills to pay.

You got me singin' the blues,
And I'm paying all my dues.
You got me singin' the blues,
Ain't got nothing to lose.

I got to tell you I got the blues down in my pockets.

Life is what you make it,
That's what the people say.
And if I can't make it through tomorrow,
I'd better make it through today.

I have had my share of troubles;
It's nothing new to me.
When I look around me,
All is see is misery.

Life is what you make it,
At least that's what the people say.
And if we can't make it through tomorrow
We'd better make it through today, through today.

by Jim Byfield

You don't need no high I.Q.
To get right down and sing the blues.
If you're down, here's what to do;
Me and my guitar will sing for you.

Oh, little Rachel, oh.
Oh, little Rachel, oh.
Oh, little Rachel, oh.
Oh, little Rachel, oh.

I got a box and an old whisk broom.
We gonna rock around the room.
When my guitar plays this tune,
We gonna dance to the light of the moon.

by Eric Clapton

High upon a mountain top
Where the eagle builds his nest
I shall go wandering,
Trying to put my mind at rest,
And I shall never cease
Until the day I die.

He was once a friend of mine,
But I did not know or care
Until she said goodbye.
I cried till I could hardly see
The meaning of my life.
What do I do now?

First Verse

Life is what you make it,
That's what the people say.
And if I can't make it through tomorrow,
I'd better make it through today.

I have had my share of troubles;
It's nothing new to me.
When I look around me,
All I see is misery.

Life is what you make it,
At least that's what the people say.
And if we can't make it through tomorrow
We'd better make it through today, through today.

Left alone to cry
While he goes out singing,
And she don't see why
A wedding bell ain't ringing.

Left alone to cry
While he goes out rocking,
And she can't see why
It ain't her he's socking.

[Chorus:]
Goodbye, pretty blue eyes.
Goodbye, pretty blue eyes.

Left alone to cry;
Life don't seem worth living.
I stand to say goodbye,
Done enough forgiving.

[Chorus]

(traditional)

Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.

I looked over Jordan, what do I see,
Coming for to carry me home.
A band of angels coming after me,
Coming for to carry me home.

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by Mary McCreary

I've been working so hard,
Just came home from my job.
Looked down in my wallet,
Good God, I've been robbed.

Now where can my money be,
All my hard-earned pay?
What am I going to do now?
I got my bills to pay.

You got me singin' the blues,
And I'm paying all my dues.
You got me singin' the blues,
Ain't got nothing to lose.

I got to tell you I got the blues down in my pockets.

by Eric Clapton

Night after day, day after night.
White after black, black after white.
Fight after peace, peace after fight.
Life after death, death after life.

Verse Twice

Left alone to cry
While he goes out singing,
And she don't see why
A wedding bell ain't ringing.

Left alone to cry
While he goes out rocking,
And she can't see why
It ain't her he's socking.

[Chorus:]
Goodbye, pretty blue eyes.
Goodbye, pretty blue eyes.

Left alone to cry;
Life don't seem worth living.
I stand to say goodbye,
Done enough forgiving.

[Chorus]

by Eric Clapton

Night after day, day after night.
White after black, black after white.
Fight after peace, peace after fight.
Life after death, death after life.

Verse Twice

(JESUS COMING SOON) (traditional)

God is warning the nations,
Warning them in every way
To turn away from the evil
And seek the Lord and pray.

We've been told that God done warned us,
Jesus coming soon.
We've been told that God done warned us,
Jesus coming soon.

Verse

Chorus

Verse

Chorus

Chorus Six Times

by Jim Byfield

You don't need no high I.Q.
To get right down and sing the blues.
If you're down, here's what to do;
Me and my guitar will sing for you.

Oh, little Rachel, oh.
Oh, little Rachel, oh.
Oh, little Rachel, oh.
Oh, little Rachel, oh.

I got a box and an old whisk broom.
We gonna rock around the room.
When my guitar plays this tune,
We gonna dance to the light of the moon.

(traditional)

Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.

I looked over Jordan, what do I see,
Coming for to carry me home.
A band of angels coming after me,
Coming for to carry me home.

Chorus

Verse

Chorus

Verse

Chorus

Chorus

by Eric Clapton and George Terry

Hear my story and listen well;
Truth is in all that I tell.
It could never have been me.
I did not shoot no deputy.

Mr. Grant, the deputy,
Friend to my whole family.
He always tell me when John Brown
Was getting ready to come around.

Don't blame me.
Don't blame me.

I hide it all except a few seeds
And make him think I plant for me.