Can you tell me, tell me, friend, just exactly where I've been?
Is that so much to ask? I'll pay you back no matter what the task.
You seem really sure 'bout something I don't know,
take that load off, looks like your chest's about to go.
Your wasted words already been heard, are you really gone, yes or no?

Well, all day and half the night you're walkin' round lookin' such a fright.
Is it me or is it you? I'd make a wager and I'd hope to lose.
Time's gone, looks like Rome is 'bout to fall,
Next time take the elevator, please don't crawl.
Your wasted words so absurd, are you really certain, yes or no?

Well, I ain't no saint and you sure as hell ain't no savior,
Every other Christmas I would practice good behavior.
That was then, this is now, don't ask me to be Mister Clean,
'cause baby, I don't know how.
Ring my phone 'bout ten more times, we will see,
find that broke down line and let it be.
Your wasted words won't never be heard, go on home baby and watch it on TV.

Weekday soap-box speciality, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout now,
By the way, this song's for you, sincerely, me.

There are days when sorrow seems never-ending
Like the countless roads upon which I've driven
The price of attachment in pursuit of dreams
That I so often can't seem to remember
Yet there are days when beauty cannot be contained
It even crawls out from under ordinary things

A foreigner, no place to go
Holding on, making the most
Of what little time I have

All the wasted words I said
In all the cities that I left
The last act of our precious play
Must not close with regret

I will not leave whishing I had done things differently

The moments I treasure are seldom the ones
That I planned for
And if I knew where pain hid I might still let it go
So when the audience has run toward the latest drift
It will be my time to face the life that I have set

A foreigner in my own home
Holding on, no place to go

All the wasted words I said
In all the cities that I left
The last act of our precious play
Must not close with regret (regret)
All the wasted words

Some days the line between peace
And pain seems more like a blur
But I know with certainty
I can't leave wishing, I cannot leave
I can't leave wishing I'd done things differently

All the wasted words I said
In all the cities that I left
The last act of our precious play
Must not close with regret (regret)
All the wasted words

by Gregg Allman
No Exit Music Co. Inc. & Allbros Music Co.
Copyright 1972 & 1974

Can you tell me, tell me, friend, just exactly where I've been?
Is that so much to ask? I'll pay you back no matter what the task.
You seem really sure 'bout something I don't know,
take that load off, looks like chest's about to go.
Your wasted words already been heard, are you really God, yes or no?

Well, all day and half the night you're walkin' round lookin' such a fright.
Is it me or is it you? I'd make a wager and I'd hope to lose.
Time's gone, looks like Rome is 'bout to fall,
Next time take the elevator, please don't crawl.
Your wasted words so absurd, are you really Satan, yes or no?

Well, I ain't no saint and you sure as hell ain't no savior,
Every other Christmas I would practice good behavior.
That was then, this is now, don't ask me to be Mr. Clean,
'cause baby, I don't know how.
Ring my phone 'bout ten more times, we will see,
find that broke down line and let it be.
Your wasted words will never be heard, go on home baby and watch it on TV.

Weekday soap-box speciality, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout now,
By the way, this song's for you
Sincerely,
me.

by Gregg Allman
No Exit Music Co. Inc. & Allbros Music Co.
Copyright 1972 & 1974

Can you tell me, tell me, friend, just exactly where I've been?
Is that so much to ask? I'll pay you back no matter what the task.
You seem really sure 'bout something I don't know,
take that load off, looks like chest's about to go.
Your wasted words already been heard, are you really God, yes or no?

Well, all day and half the night you're walkin' round lookin' such a fright.
Is it me or is it you? I'd make a wager and I'd hope to lose.
Time's gone, looks like Rome is 'bout to fall,
Next time take the elevator, please don't crawl.
Your wasted words so absurd, are you really Satan, yes or no?

Well, I ain't no saint and you sure as hell ain't no savior,
Every other Christmas I would practice good behavior.
That was then, this is now, don't ask me to be Mr. Clean,
'cause baby, I don't know how.
Ring my phone 'bout ten more times, we will see,
find that broke down line and let it be.
Your wasted words will never be heard, go on home baby and watch it on TV.

Weekday soap-box speciality, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout now,
By the way, this song's for you
Sincerely,
me.