1. BACK IN THE SADDLE

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 da 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 gimme 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


2. WALK THIS WAY

Backstroke lover always hidin' 'neath the covers
'Til I talked to your daddy he say
He said you ain't seen nothin' 'til you're down on a muffin
Then you're sure to be a changin' your way
I met a cheerleader was a real young bleeder
Oh the times I could reminisce
'Cause the best things of lovin' with her sister and her cousin
Only started with a little kiss
A like this

Seesaw swingin' wit da boys in the school
And your feet flyin' up in the air
I sing hey diddle diddle
Wit'chor 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
Wasn't me she was foolin' 'cause she knew what she was doin'
And I knowed love is 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

A just gimmie a kiss
A like this
Oooh... uuh

Schoolgirl sweetie with a classy kinda sassy
Little skirt's climbin' way up the 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
'Til 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 swingin' with the boys in the school
And your feet flyin' up in the air
I sing hey diddle diddy
Wit'chor kitty in the middle of the swing like ya didn't care
A so I took a big chance at the high school dance
With a missy who was ready to play
Wasn't 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

A just gimmie a kiss
Like this


3. MOVIN' OUT

Ha ha ha ha... yea

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 it out 'cause the city's movin' in
I said we gotta move it out 'cause the city's movin' in

Tell me who you know and i'll tell ya who to
Go see my friend he'll set'cha free
Tell me what'cha need and maybe I can go too
No one knows the way but maybe me
Nobody goes there nobody shows where
Nobody knows where you can find me... yeahhhh... heeay...

Good mornin' glory allelujah to ya
What is the story
And what's been goin' through ya
Livin' like a king off the fat of the land
Workin' like a dog in a rock and roll band

We're movin' we're gettin' out
We're movin' without a doubt
We're movin' we're goin' far
We're movin' oh yes we are
'Cause nobody goes there nobody shows there
Nobody knows where you can find me
Nobody knows there nobody shows there
Nobody knows where you can find me
Noooo... no no no no... it's all comin' down on you... yeah
Now now now oh...

Wooa...

Level with God and you're in tune with the universe
Talk with yourself and you'll hear what'choo wanna know
Gotta rise above 'cause below it's only gettin' worse
Life in time will take you where you wanna go

Yeah... where you wanna go
Where you wanna go
Where you goin'
Where you goin'
Where you goin'
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ahhhh... oua oua...... c'mon

Good mornin' glory allelujah to ya
What is the story
And what's been goin' through ya
Y'all been like a king off the fat of the land
Rockin' like a dog in a rock and roll band

We're movin' we're gettin' out
We're movin' without a doubt
We're movin' we're goin' far
We're movin' oh... yes we are... 'cause

Nobody knows where nobody shows where
Nobody knows where you can find me
Nobody knows where nobody shows there
Nobody knows where you can find me

Well down and down round and down and better catch your mama
'Cause you know where i'm goin

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 it out 'cause the city's movin' in
I said we gotta move it out 'cause the city's movin' in... hey


4. DRAW THE LINE

Chaaa....

Checkmate honey beat'choo at'chor own damn game
No dice honey I'm livin' on a astral plane
Feet's on the ground and your head's goin' down the drain
Oh heads I win tails you lose to the nether mind
When to draw the line

A Indian summer Carrie was all over the floor
She was a wet nap winner and rarely ever left the store
She'd sing and dance all night and wrong all the right outta me
Oh... pass me the vile and cross your fingers it don't take time
Know where to draw the line

Hi ho silver we were singin' all your cowboy song
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 the salt you're the queen of the brine
Checkmate honey you're the only one who's got ta choose
Where to draw the line

Aaaahhh... checkmate don't be late
Take another bow
That's right...
Impossible... when you got to be yourself
You're the boss of the toss
The dice... the price
Write yourself a song and draw the line

Ooo... line
Ooo... line
Ooo... line
Ooo... line
Ooo... line
Ooo... line
Ooo... line
Ooo... line
Ooo... line


5. SAME OLD SONG AND DANCE

Heyyyy hey yeah.....

Get yourself cooler lay yourself low
Coincidental murder with nothin' to show
When the judge' constipation will go to his head
And his wife's aggravation you soon end up dead

It's the same old story
Same old song and dance a my friend
It's the same old story
Same old song and dance my friend

Got'cha with da cocaine they found with your gun
No smoothy face lawyer could get'cha undone
Say love ain't the same on the south side of town
You could look but'cha 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
Wit'cha old hurdy-gurdy no one to meet
Say love ain't the same on the south side of town
You could look but'cha ain't gonna find it around

It's the same old story
Same old song and dance a my friend
It's the same old story... same old story
Same old song and dance... yeah


6. LAST CHILD

Ooooh ooh...
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 nothin'
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
I was the last child
I'm just a punk in the street
I was the last child
I'm just a punk in the street
I was the last child
I'm just a punk in the street
I was the last child
I'm just a punk in the street


7. LET THE MUSIC DO THE TALKING

Rock-a-bye baby
If you wanna dance
Grab yourself a body
And take a chance
Said one time around... all you get
I'm still dancin'
So you lost'chor bet

I got a hardcore mama
Wit'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

Cheesecake
Mabye 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


8. TOYS IN THE ATTIC

In the attic lights
Voices scream nothing seen
Real's a dream

Leavin' the things that are real behind
Leavin' the things that'cha love from mind
All of the things that'choo learn from fears
Nothin' is left for the years

Voices scream
Nothing seen
Real's a dream

Toys toys toys
In the attic

Toys toys toys
In the attic

Toys toys toys
In the attic

Toys toys toys

In the attic lights
Voices scream nothing seen
Real's the dream

Leavin' the things that are real behind
Leavin' the things that'choo love from mind
All of the things that'choo learn from fears
Nothin' is left for the years

Voices scream
Nothing seen
Real's the dream

Toys toys toys
In the attic

(Yak yak yak yak...... yao)

Toys toys toys
In the attic

Toys toys toys
In the attic

Toys toys toys
In the attic

Toys toys toys
In the attic

Toys toys toys
In the attic

Toys toys toys
In the attic