Rocks

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 old 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

Come easy, go easy
Alright till the rising sun
I'm callin' 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 rack
I scream for more

Fools' gold out of their mine
The girls are soakin' 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 ridin', I'm loadin' 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 in the saddle again
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back

Ridin' high
Ridin' high

I'm dreaming tonight
I'm leaving back home
Right!

Take me back to a South Tallahassee
Down 'cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassee
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
From a hot tail poontang sweetheart
Sweat who could make silk purse
From a J. Paul Get 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 plough
And my feet's 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
And their babies cry
While cities lie at their feet
When you're rockin' the streets

Home sweet home

Mama, take me home sweet home
I was the last child
I'm just a punk in the streets

Goin' under, rats in the cellar
Goin' under, skin's turnin' yella
Nose is runny, losin' my connection
Losin' money, gettin' no affection

New York City blues
East side, West side rules
Throw me in the slam
Catch me if you can
Believe
That you're wearin'
Tearin' me apart

Ain't complainin', 'cause everything's rotten
Go insane an', and ain't a thing forgotten
Feelin' cozy, rats in the cellar
Cheeks are rosy, skin's turning yella
Loose an' soggy, lookin' rather lazy
Soon my body, pushin' up the daisies

New York City dues
East side, west side lose
Throw me in the slam
Catch me if you can
Believe
That you're wearin'
Tearin' me apart

New York City blues
East side, west side news
Throw me in the slam
A-catch me if you can
Believe
That you're wearin'
Tearin' me apart

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 movin', 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 Nouveau riche
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 goddamn 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

Please, I've just got to talk to you
Please, well get your head out of the loo
Please, we're a long, long way from home
Please, you turn a young man's face to 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 to see me rot

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, because 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 fade into the night

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, 'cause ya really ain't so young

Take it light
Take it light
Take it light
Take it light
Say goodnight
Take it light

Lord I must be dreamin'
What else could this be
Everybody's screamin'
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 is on fire
Shit piled up to the knees
Out of rhyme or reason
Everyone's to blame
Children of the season
Of the lame

Sorry, you're so sorry
Don't be sorry
Man has known
And now 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

Old St. Andre's
Seven years ago
Shoved it up their richters
Red lines stop and go
Noblemen with courage
Listened with their ears
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
Of the lame

Sorry, you're so sorry
Don't be sorry
Man has known
And now 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 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

Sorry, we're so sorry
Don't be sorry
Man has known
And now he's blown it
Upside down and hell's the only sound
We did an aweful job
And now we're just a little too late

Do ya like good boogie
Like the real boogie woogie
A-hear the juke box singin'
A-get the dance hall swingin'
A-won't you grab my shaker
A-got to meet your maker
Mm get out the lead
Get outta bed
Get the lead out

(Get ready), I'll show my fist
(Get ready), take hold of my wrist
(Get ready), we really can't miss
(Get ready)

Mm, hey good lookin'
A-whatcha got there cookin'
A-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 my fist
(Get ready), take hold of my wrist
(Get ready), we really can't miss
(Get ready)

Mm, hey good lookin'
A-whatcha got there cookin'

Hey good lookin'
A-what cha got there cookin'
You're 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

Now it's time
To say good night to you
Now it's time
To bid you sweet adieu

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
Tonight