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1Back in the Saddle
2Last Child
3Rats in the Cellar
4Combination
5Sick as a Dog
6Nobody's Fault
7Get the Lead Out
8Lick and a Promise
9Home Tonight

BACK IN THE SADDLE I'm back - I'm back in the saddle again... Ride on into town alone by the light a da moon I'm lookin for old Sookie Jones - she crazy horse saloon "Barkeep, gimme a drink" - that's when she caught my eye She turned n give me a wink that'd make a grown man cry I'm back - I'm back in the saddle again... Come easy, go easy - all right - til the risin sun I'm callin all the shots tonight - I'm like the loaded gun Peelin off my boots and chaps - I'm saddle sore Four bits gets ya time in the racks - I scream for more Fools go outta their minds when the girls are soakin wet No tongue's drier than mine - I cum when I get back I'm back - I'm back in the saddle again... I'm ridin - ya loaded up my pistol I'm ridin - I really got a fistful I'm ridin - I'm shinin' up my saddle I'm ridin - the snake is gonna rattle I'm back - I'm back in the saddle again... Ridin high ...



LAST CHILD Ooooh, 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 poontang sweatheart Sweat if it makes a silk purse from a J Paul Geddy's ear - with a face in a beer Home, sweet mome 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 n my love's in the meadow Hands on the plow n my feets in the ghetto Stand up, sit down - don't do nothin It ain't no good when boss man's stuffin it Down their throats for paper notes n their babies cry while cities lie at their feet - when yer rockin the street Home sweet home Mamma take me home sweet home I was the last child - justa punk in the street



RATS IN THE CELLAR We're goin under - rats're in the cellar Goin under - skin's turnin yella Nose is runny - losin my connection We're losin money - gettin no affection New York City blues - east side, west side moves throw me in the slam - catch me if you can I believe that you're wearin tearin me apart I ain't complainin cause everythin's rotten Go insane n anythin forgotten Feelin cozy - rats are in the cellar Cheeks're rosy - skin's turnin yella Loose n soggy - lookin rather lazy See my body pushin up my daisies New york city's ghouls - east side, west side news throw me in the slam - catch me if you can I believe that you're wearin' tearin' me apart



COMBINATION The street is cold The dawn is grey 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 the shots on my chin I'm re-arrangin' my game Tell by the shape i'm in In line a fire We know what to say They gave us no choices Just one shade a grey My legs keep movin' Don't seem ta 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 Ta feel for the door I found the secret The key to it all I got the nouveau ri' 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 If they come lookin' for me Walkin' on gucci Wearin' yves st. Laurent Barely stay on Because i'm so god damn gaunt I found the secret The key to the vault We walked the darkness Kept hittin' the walls I took the time To feel for the door I found the secret The key ta it all



SICK AS A DOG please I just got to talk to you please A-get your head out of the loo please We're a long long way from home please Ya turn a young man's face ta stone 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 Ya 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 ta see me rot sick as a dog What's your story sick as a dog Mm cat got your tongue sick as a dog You'll be sorry sick as a dog 'Cause ya really ain't that young 'cause ya really ain't that young please It's a shame ya' so refined please You was the last thing on my mind please Don't be late ta take it light please You're gonna bay into the night ya're sick as a dog What's your story as sick as a dog Mm a cat got your tongue sick as a dog You'll be sorry sick as a dog 'Cause you really ain't so you-uh shut up well take it light take it light take it light take it light say goodnight take it light take it



NOBODY'S FAULT Lord i must be dreamin' what else could this be Everybody's screamin' and runnin' for the sea Holy lands are sinkin' birds take to the sky The prophets all are stinkin' drunk I know the reason why Eyes are full of desire Mind is so ill at ease Everything's on fire Shit piled up ta 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 And now that he's blown it upside-down And hell's the only sound we did an awful job And now they say it's nobody's fault Ol' saint andres seven years ago Shove it up their richters red lines stop and go oow Noble men with courage listen with their ears oow Spoke but how discouragin' When no one really hears One of these days you'll be sorry Too many houses on a stilt Three million years or just a story Four on the floor up to the hilt 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 And now that he's blown it upside-down And hell's the only sound 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's on fire A-shit piled up in debris California show time five o'clock's the news Everybody's concubine was prone to take a snooze don't be Sorry you're so Sorry don't be Sorry Man has known And now that he's blown it upside-down And hell's the only sound we did an awful job And now we're just a little too late



GET THE LEAD OUT Do ya like good boogey Like the real boogey woogie Hear the juke box singin' Get the dance hall swingin' Won't ya grab my shaker I got ta meet your maker Mm get out the lead Get outta bed Get the lead out get ready I'll show 'em my fist get ready Take hold of my wrist get ready We really can't miss get ready Oh hey good lookin' Whatcha got there cookin' You a young spring chicken A-make your feet start kickin' No-no na-no No-no na-no A-no-no na-no No-no no-no get ready I'll show 'em my fist get ready Take hold of my wrist get ready We really can't miss get ready Umm hey good lookin' Whatcha got there cookin' ooh Hey good lookin' Whatcha got there cookin' You're a no spring chicken Make your feet start kickin' Boot it out dance without me Ah no No-no na-no No-no na-no No-no no-no baby baby baby baby baby baby oo baby oo baby oo baby baby baby oo babe oo baby oo baby oo babe oo baby baby baby baby baby baby oo ah oow mm mm na na na na na na mm mm no no no no get the chance you're fuckin' no no na no boot it out mm mm dow dow-dow oo oo ah ah ah ah cha cha ch-cha-ah



LICK AND A PROMISE Johnny come lately on a Saturday night - singin how-de-do Backstreet boogie in the house of delight - where they steal the show The money come sour but the ladies are sweeter - it's a love affair Whole place rockin, people stompin their feet - when the gang's all there He gets his lovin every night for free He's out there rockin like you wouldn't believe I sing, la la la la la ... Johnny like ta gamble with his lady Louise - she was a blackjack deuces are wild He got ta thinkin bout his nose in a breeze - put it there, Johnny - look, n he smiled He started thinkin bout a fortune and fame - n the young girls down at his knees He dug the money but forgot all their names - so he knew just how to appease Lick and a promise ... He gave the ladies a Lick and a promise ... Blues changed ta clover in his early early years - has 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 lovin every night for free He's out there rockin like you wouldn't believe I sing, na la na na la



HOME TONIGHT Now it's time ta say goodnight ta you Now it's time ta bid you sweet ado 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 aah aah aah aah aah aah aah-ah aah So baby don't let go hold on real tight aah aah aah aah 'Cause i'll be home tonight aah Tonight Tonight ooh tonight tonight tonight tonight tonight to no no no no no aah aah aah yeah aah tonight ooh tonight tonight to-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-night-t'night-t'night- t'night-t'night-t'night-t'night-t'night tonight tonight tonight tonight