Biography:
At least two bands go by the name of Cry Of Love:
1) Jimi Hendrix & The Band Of Gypsys on the Cry Of Love Tour in 1970 nicknamed the Cry Of Love...
2) Cry Of Love was a 90's band that would have fit in perfectly with the 70's music scene. The band played bluesy hard rock, which wasn't too far removed from that of Bad Company and Free, and made some waves with their debut before fading into obscurity.
Cry Of Love was formed in Raleigh, North Carolina by Kelly Holland (vocals)
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Cry of Love - Hand Me Down
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Brother, can you call me by my name?
Sister, can you look at me the same?
Mama, I’ll never be that strong.
You’ve always had the answers. Tell me where did I go wrong.
A C
Ain’t no preacher gonna move my head.
D A
Ain’t no talkin’ gonna raise the dead.
C D
Take your words to town,
G A
But don’t hand me down.
Tell me people, is there somethin’ wrong with change?
Can you tell me, baby, that you love me just the same?
Wake up. ‘Cause there’s more to life than sin.
Go ahead and try to fool me. There’s a fool behind your grin.
G A
Don’t hand me down.
C D
No, I might not be a saint.
Don’t drag me ‘round.
‘Cause pitiful I ain’t.
Don’t hand me down.
Oh, oh, oh.
Ain’t no talkin’ gonna move my head.
Got two hands to make my bed.
Take your words to town,
But don’t hand me down.
Don’t hand me down.
No, I might not be a saint.
Don’t drag me ‘round.
‘Cause pitiful I ain’t.
Don’t hand me down.
Oh, oh, oh.
Ain’t no talkin’ gonna move my head.
Got two hands to make my bed.
Take your words to town,
But don’t hand me down.
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Brother, can you call me by my name?
Sister, can you look at me the same?
Mama, I’ll never be that strong.
You’ve always had the answers. Tell me where did I go wrong.
A C
Ain’t no preacher gonna move my head.
D A
Ain’t no talkin’ gonna raise the dead.
C D
Take your words to town,
G A
But don’t hand me down.
Tell me people, is there somethin’ wrong with change?
Can you tell me, baby, that you love me just the same?
Wake up. ‘Cause there’s more to life than sin.
Go ahead and try to fool me. There’s a fool behind your grin.
G A
Don’t hand me down.
C D
No, I might not be a saint.
Don’t drag me ‘round.
‘Cause pitiful I ain’t.
Don’t hand me down.
Oh, oh, oh.
Ain’t no talkin’ gonna move my head.
Got two hands to make my bed.
Take your words to town,
But don’t hand me down.
Don’t hand me down.
No, I might not be a saint.
Don’t drag me ‘round.
‘Cause pitiful I ain’t.
Don’t hand me down.
Oh, oh, oh.
Ain’t no talkin’ gonna move my head.
Got two hands to make my bed.
Take your words to town,
But don’t hand me down.
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