Classics Live 2 1987 |
1. Back In The Saddle |
Back In The Saddle |
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(Chorus) I'm back I'm back in the saddle again I'm back I'm back in the saddle again Ridin' into town alone By the light of the moon I'm looking for ol Sukie Jones She crazy horse saloon Barkeep gimme a drink That's when she caught my eye She turned to give me a wink That make a grown man cry (Chorus) Come easy, go easy All right until the rising sun I'm calling all the shots tonight I'm like a loaded gun Peelin' off my boots and chaps I'm saddle sore Four bits gets you time in the racks I scream for more Fools' gold out of their mines The girls are soaking wet Not tounge's drier than mine I'll come when I get back I'm back in the saddle again I'm back I'm back in the saddle again I'm riding, I'm loading up my pistol I'm riding, I really got a fistful I'm riding, I'm shining up my saddle I'm riding, this snake is gonna rattle (Chorus) Ridin' high Ridin' high Ridin' high already |
Walk This Way |
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Backstroke lover always hidin' 'neath the cover Still I talked to your daddy he say He said you ain't seen noting Till you're down on a muffin Then you're sure to be a-changin' your ways I met a cheerleader, was a real young bleeder All the times I can remaniesse 'Cause the best thing lovin' With her sister and her cousin Only started with a little kiss, like this! See-saw swingin' with the boys in the school And your feet flyin' up in the air Singin' hey diddle-diddle with the kitty in the middle You be swingin' like you just didn't care So I took a big chance at the high school dance With a missy who was ready to play Was it me she was foolin' 'Cause she knew what she was doin' And I know love was here to stay When she told me to Walk This Way, Walk This Way Walk This Way, Walk This Way Walk This Way, Walk This Way Walk This Way, Walk This Way Ah, just give me a kiss - like this! School girl Sadie with the classy kinda sassy Little skirt climbing way up her knees There was three young ladies in the school gym locker When I noticed they was lookin' at me I was a high school loser Never made it with a lady Till the boys told me something I missed Then my next door neighbour With a daughter had a favour So I gave her just a little kiss, like this! See-saw swingin' with the boys in the school And your feet flyin' up in the air Singin' hey diddle-diddle with the kitty in the middle You be swingin' like you just didn't care So I took a big chance at the high school dance With a missy who was ready to play Was it me she was foolin' 'Cause she knew what she was doin' When she told me how to Walk This Way She told me to Walk This Way, Talk This Way Walk This Way, Walk This Way Walk This Way, Walk This Way Walk This Way, talk This Way Just give me a kiss - like this! |
Movin' Out |
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We all live on the edge of town Where we all live ain't a soul around People start a-comin' All we do is just a-grin Said we gotta move out 'Cause the city's movin' in I said we gotta move out 'Cause the city's movin' in Tell me who you know And I'll tell you who, too Go see my friend and he'll set you free Tell me what you see and Mabye I can go too No one knows the way but mabye me Nobody knows there Nobody shows where Nobody goes where you can find me, ah Good mornin' glory, Hallelujah to you What is the story, what's been goin' through ya Livin' like a king of the fat of the land Workin' like a dog in a rock n' roll band Movin', we're gettin' out Movin', without a doubt Movin', we're goin' far We're movin', oh yes we are Nobody knows there Nobody shows where Nobody goes where you can find me Nobody knows there Nobody shows where Nobody goes where you can find me, ah Oh, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy... Level with God And you're in tune with the universe Talk with yourself And you'll hear what you wanna know Gotta rise above 'Cause below it's only gettin' worse Life in time Will take you where you wanna go Where you wanna go, where you wanna go Where you goin'.... Good mornin' glory, Hallelujah to you What is the story, what's been goin' through ya Livin' like a king of the fat of the land Workin' like a dog in a rock n' roll band Movin', we're gettin' out Movin', yeah, without a doubt Movin', we're goin' far We're movin', oh yes we are Nobody knows there Nobody shows where Nobody goes where you can find me Nobody knows there Nobody shows where Nobody goes where you can't find me Round n' round... We all live on the edge of town Where we all live ain't a soul around People start a-comin' All we do is just a-grin We gotta move out 'Cause the city's movin' in I said we gotta move out 'Cause the city's movin' in Yes we do.... |
Draw The Line |
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Checkmate honey Beat you at your own damn game No dice honey I'm livin' on the astral plane Feet's on the ground Your head's going down the drain Heads I win, tails you lose To the never mind That's where I Draw The Line An indian summer Carrie was all over the floor She was a wet net winner And rarely ever left the store She'd sing and dance all night And wrong all the right out of me Pass me the vile and cross your fingers It don't take time Nowhere to Draw The Line You told Carrie And promised her you wouldn't be long Heads I win, tails you lose Lord it's such a crime No dice honey You're salt, you're the queen of the brine Checkmate honey You're the only one who's got to choose Where to Draw The Line Checkmate, don't be late Take another pull That's right Impossible When you got to be yourself You're the boss, the toss The price, the dice Grab yourself a slce Nowhere to Draw The Line (Repeat) |
Same Old Song And Dance |
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Get yourself cooler Lay yourself low Coincidental murder With nothing to show With the judge's constipation Will go to his head And his wife's aggravation You'll soon end up dead It's the same old story Same Old Song And Dance, my friend It's the same old story Same Old Song And Dance, my friend Gotcha with the cocaine They found with your gun No smooth face laywer Could get ya undone Say love ain't the same On the south side of town You could look But you ain't gonna find it around It's the same old story Same Old Song And Dance, my friend It's the same old story Same old story Same Old Song And Dance Fate comes a-knockin' Doors start lockin' Your old time connection Change your direction You ain't gonna change it Can't rearrange it Can't stand the pain When it's all the same to you, my friend When you're low down and dirty From walkin' the street With your old hurdy gurdy No one to meet Said love ain't the same On the south side of town You could look But you ain't gonna find it around It's the same old story Same Old Song And Dance, my friend It's the same old story Same old story Same Old Song And Dance |
Last Child |
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(I'm dreaming tonight, I'm leaving back home) Right! Take me back to a south Tallahassee Down cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassy Can't stand up on my feet in the city Gotta get back to the real nitty gritty Yes sir, no sir Don't come close to my Home sweet home Can't catch no dose Of my hot tail poon tang sweetheart Sweathog ready to make a skilk purse From a J Paul Getty and his ear With her face in the beer Home sweet home Get out in the field Put the mule in the stable Ma she's a cookin' Put the eats on the table Hate's in the city And my love's in the meadow Hands on the plow And my feets in the getto Stand up, sit down Don't do nothing Ain't no good when boss man's Stuffin' down their throats With paper notes As babies cry When you're rockin' in the street Home sweet home Mama, take me home sweet home I was the last child Just a punk in the streets (Repeat) |
Let The Music Do The Talking |
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Rock-a-bye baby If you want to dance Grab yourself a body And take a chance They say one time around Is all you get But I'm still dancin' So you lost your bet I got a hardcore mama With a hot hoochie coo Make my wheels start spinnin' Like a formula two I got one for the money Two for the show Three for my honey And four to let you know that I Let The Music Do The Talking Let The Music Do The Talking Let The Music Do The Talking Let The Music Do The Talking Cheese cake Mabye if I take another bite I'm a real fat city I'm an aero delight Threw out my pipe And my alcoline Got a squeaky clean body And a dirty mind I'm a real fine dancer I'll be cuttin' rug Got my brand new baby She's my brand new drug Let The Music Do The Talking (Repeat) |
Toys In The Attic |
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In the attic lies Voices scream Nothing's seen Real's the dream Leaving the things that are real behind Leaving the things that you love from mind All of the things you learned from fears Nothing is left for the years Voices scream Nothing's seen Real's the dream (Chorus) Toys, toys, Toys In The Attic Toys, toys, Toys In The Attic Toys, toys, Toys In The Attic Toys, toys, Toys In The Attic In the attic lies Voices scream Nothing's seen Real's the dream Leaving the things that are real behind Leaving the things that you love from mind All of the things you learned from fears Nothing is left for the years Voices scream Nothing's seen Real's the dream (Repeat Chorus) (yayayayayayayow!)  |