Classics Live! II (1987)

  • 1

    Back In the Saddle (Live)

    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

    I'm back in the saddle again
    I'm back
    I'm back in the saddle again
    I'm back

    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 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
    I'm back in the saddle again
    I'm back
    I'm back in the saddle again

    Ridin' high
    Ridin' high
    Ridin' high already

  • 2

    Walk This Way (Live)

    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 MUFF AND
    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

    See-saw swingin' 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
    Wasn't 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

    A just gimme a kiss
    Like this

    School girl sweetie with a sassy kinda classy
    Little skirt's climbin' way up the knee
    It was three young ladies in a school gym locker
    When I noticed they were lookin' at me
    I was a high school loser never made it with a lady
    'Til the boys told me something 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'cha kitty in the middle of the swing like ya 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'
    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 gimme a kiss
    Like this

  • 3

    Movin' Out (Live)

    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 maybe me

    Nobody goes there
    Nobody shows where
    Nobody knows where you can find me, yeah

    Good mornin' glory, Hallelujah to ya
    What is the story, what's been goin' through ya
    Livin' like a king off the fat of the land
    Workin' like a dog in a rock n' 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

    Nobody goes 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 ya
    What is the story, what's been goin' through ya
    Livin' like a king off the fat of the land
    Workin' like a dog in a rock n' 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

    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....

  • 4

    Draw the Line (Live)

    Checkmate honey
    Beat you at your own damn game
    No dice honey
    I'm livin' on the astral plane
    Feet's on the ground
    And your head's going down the drain
    Heads I win, tails you lose
    To the, nevermind

    Nowhere to you Draw The Line

    An 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 wrung all the right outta me
    Pass me the vial, and cross your fingers
    It don't take time

    Nowhere to Draw The Line

    Hi ho silver
    We were singin' all your cowboy songs

    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
    You're Impossible
    When you got to be yourself
    You're the boss, the toss
    Of the dice, the price
    Grab yourself a slice

    Nowhere to Draw The Line,
    Oo line x11

  • 5

    Same Old Song and Dance (Live)

    Get yourself cooler
    Lay yourself low
    Coincidental murder
    With nothing to show
    When the judge,
    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
    Found with your gun

    (Alt. You shady lookn' loser
    you played with my gun)

    No smooth-faced lawyer
    To 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
    Ain't gonna change it
    Can't rearrange it
    Can't stand the pain
    And 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

  • 6

    Last Child (Live)

    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
    Got to get back to the real nitty gritty

    Yes sir, no sir, Don't come closer
    My home sweet home can't catch no dose
    Of a hard tail poon tang sweetheart sweat
    Who could make silk purse from a J. Paul Get' and his ear
    With her face in a 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' it down their throats, for paper notes
    And the 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 a last child
    Just a punk in the street

    I was a last child
    Just a punk in the street

    I was a last child
    Just a punk in the street

    I was a last child
    Just a punk in the street

    I was a last child
    Just a punk in the street

    I was a last child
    Just a punk in the street

  • 7

    Let the Music Do the Talking (Live)

    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

    Cheesecake
    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' rug
    Got my brand new baby
    She's my brand new drug

    Let The Music Do The Talking
    (Repeat)

  • 8

    Toys In the Attic (Live)

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

    Leaving the things that are real behind
    Leaving the things that you love from mind
    All of the things that you learned from fears
    Nothing is left for the years

    Voices scream
    Nothing's seen
    Real's a 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

    Lights
    Voices scream
    Nothing's seen
    Real's a dream

    Leaving the things that are real behind
    Leaving the things that you love from mind
    All of the things that you learned from fears
    Nothing is left for the years

    Voices scream
    Nothing's seen
    Real's a dream

    (Repeat Chorus) (yayayayayayayow!)