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There's One in Every Crowd

Eric Clapton

℗ 1975 RSO Records RSO 2479 132

Eric Clapton • 1975 • There's One in Every Crowd

Having stayed out of the recording studio for four years prior to making his comeback album, «461 Ocean Boulevard», ERIC CLAPTON returned to recording only a few months later to make its follow-up, «There's One in Every Crowd». Perhaps he hadn't had time to write or gather sufficient material to make a similarly effective album, since the result is a scattershot mixture of styles, leading off with two gospel tunes, one a reggae version of «Swing Low, Sweet Chariot». Clapton and his second guitarist, GEORGE TERRY, had written a sequel to «I Shot the Sheriff», «Don't Blame Me», which Clapton sang in his best impersonation of BOB MARLEY's voice. The album's best track, naturally, was the blues cover, Clapton's take on ELMORE JAMES' «The Sky is Crying». But «There's One in Every Crowd» was a disappointing follow-up to «461 Ocean Boulevard», and fans let Clapton know it: while the former album had topped the charts and gone gold, the latter didn't even make the Top Ten. — William Ruhlmann.

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We've Been Told (Jesus is Coming Soon)

(Blind Willie Johnson — traditional — arrangement: Eric Clapton)

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.

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.

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.

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

Swing Low, Sweet Chariot

(traditional — arrangement: Eric Clapton)

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.

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.

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.

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

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

Little Rachel

(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.

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

What you feel, that ain't no jive.
The get down sound makes you feel alive.

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

Push it, little Rachel, push it.
Push it, little Rachel, push it.
Pull it, little Rachel, pull it.
Pull it, little Rachel, pull it.

Don't Blame Me

(Eric Clapton — 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.
When Mr. Grant and I know all the while
We've got enough for the whole island.

Three years now we sell it in town
Under the bucket that goes down.
No one knew of it but three:
Mr. Grant, Davis and me.

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

I swear by God it is a plot;
Davis sent me here to rot.
Listen people, can't you see
Mr. Davis shot the deputy.

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

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

The Sky is Crying

(Elmore James — Morgan Robinson)

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, although it's raining in my heart.
The sun is shining, although it's raining in my heart.
I love my baby, I hate to see us part.

Singin' the Blues

(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.
People, what did I say?
Bills are gonna rob me tomorrow,
Why I need my ten dollars today.

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.

Ain't no way to get even
Because, you know what I mean,
Every time I make me some money
Somebody's going to take it from me.

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.

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.

Better Make It Through Today

(Eric Clapton)

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.
Through today.

Pretty Blue Eyes

(Eric Clapton)

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.

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.

Goodbye, pretty blue eyes.
Goodbye, pretty blue eyes.

High

(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?

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.

Opposites

(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.

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

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