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Europe ’72, Vol. 13: Bickershaw Festival, Wigan, England (5/7/1972)
Disc 1
01. Truckin’
02. Sugaree
03. Mr. Charlie
04. Beat It On Down the Line
05. He’s Gone
06. Chinatown Shuffle
07. China Cat Sunflower >
08. I Know You Rider
09. Black‐Throated Wind
10. Next Time You See Me / Happy Birthday to You
Disc 2
01. Playing in the Band
02. Tennessee Jed
03. Good Lovin’
04. Casey Jones
05. Greatest Story Ever Told
06. Big Boss Man
07. Ramble On Rose
08. Jack Straw
Disc 3
01. Dark Star >
02. Drums >
03. The Other One >
04. Sing Me Back Home
Disc 4
01. Sugar Magnolia
02. Turn On Your Lovelight >
03. Goin’ Down the Road Feeling Bad >
04. Not Fade Away
05. One More Saturday Night
Bringing me down, I'm running aground
Blind in the light of the interstate cars
Passing me by, the buses and semis
Plunging like stones from a slingshot on Mars

But I'm here by the road, bound to the load
I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars
Alone with the rush of the drivers who won't pick me up
The highway, the moon, the clouds and the stars

The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in
With its words of a life where nothing is new
Ah, Mother American Night, I'm lost from the light
Ohh, I'm drowning in you

I left St. Louis, City of Blues
In the midst of a storm I'd rather forget
I tried to pretend it came to an end
'Cause you weren't the woman I once thought I'd met

But I can't deny, oh, times have gone by
I never had doubts or thoughts of regret
And I was a man when all this began
Who wouldn't think twice about being there yet

Black-throated wind, whisper in sin
Is speaking of life that passes like dew
Forced me to see you've done better by me
Better by me than I've done by you

Now what's to be found, racing around
You carry your pain wherever you go
Oh, full of the blues trying to lose
You ain't gonna learn what you don't want to know

I give you my eyes, all of their lies
Please help them to learn as well as to see
That capture a glance, oh, and make a dance
Of looking at you, looking at me

The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in
With its words of a lie that could almost be true
Ah, Mother American Night, here comes the light
Goin' around, that's what I'm gonna do

Goin' back home that's what I'm gonna do
Turnin' around, that's what I'm gonna do
Goin' back home that's what I'm, I'm gonna do
You've done better by me than I've done by you

Ohh, I'm drowning in you
Ohh, I'm drowning in you
I'm goin' back home that's what I'm gonna do
Well, I'm goin' drowning in you