Альбом Aerosmith

(Tyler, Perry)

I'm baaaaack
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm baaaaaaaack
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 gimme a wink
That'd make a grown man cry

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

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
to scream for more

Fools' gold out of their minds
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 baaaaaaack
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 baaaaaaaack
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm baaaaaack

Ridin' high
Ridin' high
Ridin' high

(Tyler, Whitford)

I'm dreaming tonight
I'm living back home
Right
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

I was the last child

(Tyler, Perry)

Goin' under rats in the cellar
Goin' under skin's turnin' yellow
Nose is runny losin' my connection
Losin' money gettin' 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 wearin'
Tearin' 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 ghouls
East side West side news
Throw me in the slam
A catch me if you can
Believe
That you're wearin'
Tearin' 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 wearin'

(Perry)

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 lookin' 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

(Tyler, Hamilton)

Please I just got to talk to you
Please a get your 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

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 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 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

(Tyler, Whitford)

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 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 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 awful job
And now they say it's nobody's fault

Old St. Andres
Seven years ago
Shove it up their richters
Red lines stop and go
Noblemen of courage
Listen with their ears
Spoke but how discouragin
When no one really hears

One of these day's a you'll be sorry
Too many houses on the 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 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 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
A 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

(Tyler, Perry)

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

Ooo 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

(Tyler, Perry)

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 thinkin' 'bout his nose in the breeze
Put it there Johnny looked and he smiled
He started thinkin' '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

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

(Tyler)

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
Tonight

So baby don't let go
Hold on real tight
'Cause I'll be home tonight
Tonight
Tonight