by Gregg Allman
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Copyright 1991 Sony Music Entertainment, Inc.
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Transcribed by Ed Luskey
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I went around to your house,
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found you laid up in the bed,
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by early afternoon you were so sloppy drunk,
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you couldn't even raise up your head.
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So get on with your life baby,
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please let me get on with mine.
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These days and your ways are so painful,
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you're just wasting all our precious time, ohhh.
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Since first I knew your name,
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I wasn't sure that you really cared.
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Spent most of your time with the other boys,
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and it's been all down hill from there.
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So get on with your life baby,
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please let me get on with mine.
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Each day brings a new confusion,
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another way to break this poor heart of mine.
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I can't begin to count the times that I've told ya,
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you better change all your wicked ways,
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but I'm real sure whatever the number,
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ah it's the same as the times you laughed in my face.
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Won't somebody please wake me from this bad dream,
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I remember my grandmama told me,
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things ain't always what they seem.
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So get on with your life baby,
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please let me get on with mine.
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Cause each day brings another confusion,
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it's about to break this poor heart of mine,
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Ohhhha, gonna lose my only mind, oh baby.
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Don't you break this poor heart of mine.
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Get On With Your Life
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| The Allman Brothers Band |
