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Allman Brothers Band, The ~ The Heat Is On


By dickey betts, mike lawler & buddy yochim Copyright 1981 pangola publishing co. & milene music inc Transcribed by paul gongola Whatever happened to good time sally I don't see her 'round no more She used to be all over me It ain't like that no more Sally had the best game there was in town Now the good girl just can't be found Whatever happened to good time sally I don't see her 'round no more The heat is on, everybody has gone underground The heat is on, everybody hiding out just like jesse james My old home town Lord, it don't seem the same Well, i walked in this place, i was just lookin' for a game Everybody here wanted to know my name I said hush, hush up your mouth, i'll introduce my own self To this house I was born in the back woods, i was raised up like a slave Having me a good time now is all i crave I spotted me a barroom queen, skin tight blue jeans That same old midnight show I took her to the side and i said i won't be satisfied Until you tell me everything you know Whatever happened to big time buddy I don't see him 'round no more I heard tell that they got him in jail But i don't know what they got him for They caught him with an airplane Talkin' 'bout some cocaine Nobody knows for sure Whatever happened to good time buddy I don't see hem 'round no more The heat is on, everybody has gone underground The heat is on, everybody hiding out just like jesse james My old home town Lord, it don't seem the same more free lyrics

By dickey betts, mike lawler & buddy yochim
Copyright 1981 pangola publishing co. & milene music inc

Transcribed by paul gongola

Whatever happened to good time sally
I don't see her 'round no more
She used to be all over me
It ain't like that no more
Sally had the best game there was in town
Now the good girl just can't be found
Whatever happened to good time sally
I don't see her 'round no more

The heat is on, everybody has gone underground
The heat is on, everybody hiding out just like jesse james
My old home town
Lord, it don't seem the same

Well, i walked in this place, i was just lookin' for a game
Everybody here wanted to know my name
I said hush, hush up your mouth, i'll introduce my own self
To this house
I was born in the back woods, i was raised up like a slave
Having me a good time now is all i crave
I spotted me a barroom queen, skin tight blue jeans
That same old midnight show
I took her to the side and i said i won't be satisfied
Until you tell me everything you know

Whatever happened to big time buddy
I don't see him 'round no more
I heard tell that they got him in jail
But i don't know what they got him for
They caught him with an airplane
Talkin' 'bout some cocaine
Nobody knows for sure
Whatever happened to good time buddy
I don't see hem 'round no more

The heat is on, everybody has gone underground
The heat is on, everybody hiding out just like jesse james
My old home town
Lord, it don't seem the same

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