Gregg Allman, gisteren overleden – het was Gode verzoeken laatst met Jessica -, had een hekel aan de aanduiding Southern rock. Rock komt hoe dan ook uit het zuiden [van de VS] (als afgeleide van country en blues, zou je er aan toe kunnen voegen). Een nummer van zijn hand uit 1972, Ain’t wastin’ time no more, 1972. Blues of country? Oordeel zelf.
Last Sunday morning, the sunshine felt like rain.
Week before, they all seemed the same.
With the help of God and true friends, I come to realize
I still had two strong legs, and even wings to fly.
And oh I, ain’t wastin time no more
‘Cause time goes by like hurricanes, and faster things.
Lord, lord Miss Sally, why all your cryin’?
Been around here three long days, you’re lookin’ like you’re dyin’.
Just step yourself outside, and look up at the stars above
Go on downtown baby, find somebody to love.
Meanwhile I ain’t wastin’ time no more
‘Cause time goes by like pouring rain, and much faster things.
You don’t need no gypsy to tell you why
You can’t let one precious day slip by.
Look inside yourself, and if you don’t see what you want,
Maybe sometimes then you don’t,
But leave your mind alone and just get high.
Well by and by, way after many years have gone,
And all the war freaks die off, leavin’ us alone.
We’ll raise our children in the peaceful way we can,
It’s up to you and me brother
To try and try again.
Well, hear us now, we ain’t wastin’ time no more
‘Cause time goes by like hurricanes
Runnin’ after subway trains
Don’t forget the pouring rain.
