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There's One in Every Crowd

Eric Clapton

℗ 1975 RSO Records QD-4806

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)

(traditional)

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)

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.

The Sky is Crying

(Elmore James — Morgan Robinson — Clarence Lewis)

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.

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.

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.
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