(Davis/S. Winwood/M. Winwood/York) Hey darling, you know the lights are getting low Hey hey hey hey darling, well you know the lights are getting low
we're apart I get a pain in my heart And my mind's completely a mess And I ain't getting no rest I guess I'm failing the test I guess you're getting
skips a beat And when I hear you say That you will go away And leave me someday I can't stand it I can't stand it I can't stand it I can't stand it
Well, I'm a man, yes I am, and I can't help but love you so Well, I'm a man, yes I am, and I can't help but love you so I've got to keep my image while
I die Every night I wonder why You treat me cold Yet you won't let me go Every little hurt does Every little hurt does To you I am a toy And you're the
arms reach out to me, yeah Other eyes smile tenderly Still in peaceful dreams I see The road leads back to you Oh I said Georgia, Georgia yeah, a song
else There's not a place that I can run in a town this size So I just better look away I said I better look away I said I better look away before she
(Steve Winwood) [Instrumental]
I will And if I have to climb a mountain, you know I will And if I had to up-a on a Blueberry Hill You know I'm gonna find that child you know I will '
it (?) Oh yeah! Come on! I said I'm gonna leave this morning, baby I'm gonna pack my clothes and go away from here I said I think I'm gonna leave this
[Instrumental]
love is what you've got And I can't find no key I can hardly sleep at night It makes me toss and turn It's a fire in my heart And I'm gonna let it burn
her back I've been standing at this station, singing the blues all day I've been standing at this station, singing the blues all day Well I ain't going
wide, else you'll be hurting down inside,oh oh yeah, Come on now I'm gonna let go of your money every night When I get myself together. baby, I'll be
over town) But darling you know (I'll never put you down) Her and me were (to the party again) There's nothing else to say (about whom I love best) You
(Hatfield/Medley) I'm talkin' 'bout my baby, not your baby, say my babe, she's so fine, I'm talkin' 'bout my baby, not your baby, say my babe, she's
(Donald Covay and Ronald Miller) Girl, you got me where you want me now Now what you gonna do? I'd work eight days a week, girl If you want me too,
