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| 1. |
| 4:40 | 
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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 ole' 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'd make a grown man cry I'm back in the saddle again I'm back I'm back in the saddle again I'm back Umm...come easy, go easy Alright 'til 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 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 I'm back in the saddle again I'm back I'm back in the saddle again I'm back Ridin' high Ridin' high Ridin' high already |
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| 2. |
| 3:26 |
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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] |
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| 3. |
| 4:06 |
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Goin' under, rats in the cellar
Goin' under, skin's turnin' yellow Nose is runny, losin' my connection Losin' money, getting no affection New York City blues East side, West side blues Throw me in the slam Catch me if you can Believe That you're wearing Tearing me apart Safe complaining, 'cause everything's rotten Go insanin', and ain't a thing forgotten Feelin' cozy, Rats In The Cellar Cheeks are rosy, skin's turning yellow Loose and soggy, lookin' rather lazy See my body, pushin up the daisies New York City's dues East side, west side news Throw me in the slam Catch me if you can Believe That you're wearing Tearing me apart New York City blues East side, west side blues Throw me in the slam A catch me if you can Believe That you're wearing Tearing me apart |
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| 4. |
| 3:40 |
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The street is cold, the dawn is gray
My heart says no but my head says stay My work is finished, or so I've been told You can't part the three of us, once we got a hold I forgot my name I took a shot on the chin I'm rearranging my game Tell by the shape I'm in In the line of fire, you know what to say They gave us no choices, just one shade of gray My legs keep moving, don't seem to stray But I know each step we take, they're one step away I found the secret, the key to the vault We walked in darkness, kept hittin' the walls I took the time, to feel for the door I found the secret, the key to it all I got the Nouveauree And dragged it home to bed I traded you for me I took it all and said I find my own fun, sometimes for free I got to pay it to come looking for me Walking on Gucci, wearin' Yves Saint Laurent Barely stay on, 'cause I'm so God damn gaunt I found the secret, the key to the vault We walked in darkness, kept hittin' the walls I took the time, to feel for the door I found the secret, the key to it all |
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| 5. |
| 4:11 |
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Please, I just got to talk to you
Please, a getcha your head out of the loo Please, and we're a long, long way from home Please, you'd turn a young man's face to stone [Chorus] Sick as a dog, what's your story Sick as a dog, a cat got your tongue Sick as a dog, you'll be sorry Sick as a dog, you're really ain't that young Please, you were much to my surprise Please, you're the lady in disguise Please, you're the only a friend I got Please, you'll be the last to see me rot Sick as a dog, what's your story Sick as a dog, uum cat got your tongue Sick as a dog, you'll be sorry Sick as a dog, 'cause ya really ain't that young Please, it's a shame you're so refined Please, you was the last thing on my mind Please, don't be late to take it light Please, you're gonna bay into the night Sick as a dog, what's your story Sick as a dog, uum cat got your tongue Sick as a dog, you'll be sorry Sick as a dog, 'cause you really ain't so young Take it light Take it light Take it light Take it light Say goodnight Take it light |
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| 6. |
| 4:26 |
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Lord I must be dreaming
What else could this be Everybody's screaming Running' for the sea Holy lands are sinking Birds take to the sky The prophets are all stinking drunk I know the reason why Eyes are full of desire Mind is so ill at ease Everything is on fire Shit piled up to the knees Out of rhyme or reason Everyone's to blame Children of the season Don't be lame Sorry, you're so sorry Don't be sorry Man has known it Now he's blown it Up-side down and hell's the only way We did an awful job And now they say it's Nobody's Fault Old st. Andres Seven years ago Shove it up their richters Red light stop and go Noble men of courage Listen with their ears Spoke but how discouraging When no one really hears One of these day's you'll be sorry Too many houses on stilt Three milion years or just a story Four on the floor up to the hilt (Chorus) Man has known it Now he's blown it Up-side down and hell's the only way We did an awful job And now we're just a little too late Eyes are full of desire Mind is so ill at ease Everything is on fire Shit piled up in debris California showtime Five o'clock's the news Everybody's concubine Was prone to take a snooze (Chorus) |
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| 7. |
| 3:42 |
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Do you like good boogie
Like a real boogie woogie Hear the juke box singin' A get the dance hall swingin' A won't you grab my shaker I got to meet your maker Uumm get out the lead Get out on up there Get the lead out (Get ready), I'll show you my fist (Get ready), take hold of my wrist (Get ready), we really can't miss (Get ready) Uumm, hey good lookin' A what cha got there cookin' You a young spring chicken A make your feet start kickin' no no, no no, no no, no no, no no, no no, no no, no no (Get ready), I'll show you my fist (Get ready), take hold of my wrist (Get ready), we really can't miss (Get ready) Oh, hey good lookin' A what cha got there cookin' Hey good lookin' A what cha got there cookin' You a young spring chicken A make your feet start kickin' Boot it out, dance without me No no, no no, no no, no no, no no, no no, no no |
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| 8. |
| 3:05 |
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Johnny come lately on a Saturday night
Singin' how de do Backstreet a boogie in the house of delight Where they steal the show The money come sour but the ladies are sweet It's a love affair Whole place rockin', people stompin' their feet A when the gang's all there He gets his woman every night for free He's out there rockin' like you wouldn't believe I sing na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na Johnny like to gamble with his lady Louise She was a black jack deuces are wild He got to thinking 'bout his nose in the breeze Put it there, Johnny looked and he smiled He started thinking 'bout the fortune and fame With the young girls down at his knees He dug the money but forgot all the names So he knew just how to appease [Chorus:] Lick and a promise Lick and a promise Lick and a promise He gave the ladies a Lick and a promise Lick and a promise He gave the ladies a Lick and a promise Loose change grubber in his early, early years Had his poor mama pacin' the floors He grabbed a guitar and a couple a beers Now the crowd keeps screamin' for more He gets his woman every night for free He's out there rockin' like you wouldn't believe I sing na, na, na, na, na Sing na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na |
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| 9. |
| 3:16 |
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Now it's time
To say good night to you Now it's time To bid you sweet adieu And maybe, drink a cheers to yesterday And maybe, you'll drink those tears away So baby, don't let go Hold on real tight 'Cause i'll be home tonight Tonight So baby, don't let go Hold on real tight 'Cause i'll be home tonight Tonight Tonight |
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