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| Album: Classics Live II (June, 1987) Tracks: 1. Back in the Saddle 2. Walk This Way 3. Movin' Out 4. Draw the Line 5. Same Old Song and Dance 6. Last Child 7. Let the Music Do the Talking 8. Toys in the Attic |
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| Back in the Saddle (Perry/Tyler, 4:38) (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 No tongue's dryer 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 (Perry/Tyler, 4:22) Backstroke lover always hidin' 'neath the covers Gonna talk to you my daddy say Said you ain't seen nothin' till you're down on a muffin Then you're sure to be a-changin your ways I met a cheerlead, was a real young bleeder All the times I could reminise Cause the best things of lovin' with her sister and her cousin Only started with a little kiss, a-like this Seesaw swinger with the boys in the school And your feet flyin' up in the air Singin' Hey diddle diddle with your kitty in the middle Of the swing like you didn't care So I took a big chance at the high school dance With a missy who was ready to play Was a-me she was foolin' cause she knew what she was oin' Then I know'd 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 Uh, just gimme a kiss Like this! School girl sweetie with a classy kinda sassy Little skirt's climbin' way up her knee 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 somethin' I missed Then my next door neighbor with a daughter had a favor So I gave her just a little kiss, a-like this Seesaw swinger with the boys in the school And your feet flyin' up in the air Singin' Hey diddle diddle with your kitty in the middle Of the swing like you didn't care So I took a big chance at the high school dance With a missy who was ready to play Was a-me she was foolin' cause she knew what she was doin' When she taught 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 Uh, just gimme a kiss Like this! Movin' Out (Perry/Tyler, 5:44) 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 Maybe I can go too No one knows the way but maybe 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 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 (Perry/Tyler, 4:47) Checkmate honey, Beat ya at your own damn game No dice honey, I'm livin' on the astral plane Feet's on the ground And your head's goin' down the drain Oh, heads I win, tails you lose To the never mind Where to 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 Oh, pass me the vile and cross your fingers, It don't take time Nowhere to draw the line Hi ho silver, We were singin' all your cowboy songs Oh, 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 the 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 slice Nowhere to draw the line Same Old Song and Dance (Perry/Tyler, 5:45) Get yourself a cooler Lay yourself low Coincidental minor With nothing to show Well the judge's constipation Will go to his head And his wife's aggravation He'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 smoothy faced lawyer Will 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 song and dance, my friend It's the same old story Same old story Same old song and dance, my friend Fate comes a-knockin' Doors start lockin' Your old time connection Change your direction 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, my friend Last Child (Tyler/Whitford, 3:43) I'm dreaming tonight, I'm living back home Right! Yeah... yeah 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 silk purse From a J. Paul Getty and his ear With her face in her 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 ghetto Stand up, sit down Don't do nothing It ain't no good when boss man's Stuffin' down their throats For paper notes And their babies cry While cities lie at their feet When you're rockin' the street Home sweet home Mama, take me home sweet home I was the last child I'm just a punk in the street [Repeat] Let the Music Do the Talking (Perry, 5:44) Rock-a-bye baby If you wanna dance Grab yourself a body And take a chance Said one time around Is all you get 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 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... cause I can't wait Let the music do the talking Let the music do the talking Cheese cake Maybe if I take another bite I'm a real fat city I'm an aero delight Threw out my pipe And my alkaline Got a squeaky clean body And a dirty mind I'm a real fine dancer I'll be cuttin' the rug Got a brand new baby She's my brand new drug 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... cause I can't wait Let the music do the talking... I gotta get it Let the music do the talking... Yeah yeah yeah yeah... yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah... yeah Yak yak yak Yak yak yak yak yak yak yaou Let the music do the talking Let the music do the talking Let the music do the talking Let the music do the talking Let the music do the talking Let the music do the talking Let the music do the talking Toys in the Attic (Perry/Tyler, 4:04) 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) Return to Top |
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