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Stealers Wheel




Альбом Stealers Wheel


Right or Wrong (1975)
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(Rafferty/Egan)

Genuflect, show respect, don't forget it's a papal command,
Take your seat, all you need is your rosary beads in your hand,
Time to start, cross your heart, be a part of the mystical band.

Look at everybody trying to find their own place,
Looking for a heaven up high,
Working just to get into a state of grace,
We know we're gonna need it when we die.

Say your prayers, feel your fears, shed your tears, you're afraid of hell's fire,
As you sit there and pray you'll get carried away by the choir.
And the incense is sweet, takes you right off your feet, makes you higher.

Look at everybody trying to find their own place,
Looking for a heaven up high,
Working just to get into a state of grace,
We know we're gonna need it when we die.

Look at everybody trying to find their own place,
Looking for a heaven up high,
Working just to get into a state of grace,
We know we're gonna need it when we die.


Drums and Perecussion: Andy Steele
Bass: Dave Wintour
Sax: Chris Mercer
Harp: Chris Neill
Guitar: Bernie Holland, Hugh Burns
Piano & String Arrangement: David Briggs
Piano, Guitar & Clavinet: Geraldine & Josephine

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(Rafferty/Egan)

I was alone, I was so tired, down to my bones.
And you know everything, every little moment had lost its ring.

(chorus)
I found my way to you, you came right out the blue,
And that was all you had to do, and I knew.
I couldn't get you out of my mind, you know I reached you just in time,
I found my way to you, and it's true.

Rise up everyday, it felt like you were a million miles away.
And I lie down every night, I needed you beside me to make it right.

(chorus)

(sax solo)

I found my way to you (found my way to you),
I found my way to you (found my way to you),
I found my way to you (found my way to you),
And it's true...

I found my way to you (found my way to you),
I found my way to you (found my way to you),
I found my way to you (found my way to you),
And it's true...


Drums and Percussion: Andy Steele
Bass: Dave Wintour
Sax: Chris Mercer
Harp: Chris Neill
Guitar: Bernie Holland, Hugh Burns
Piano & String Arrangement: David Briggs
Piano, Guitar & Clavinet: Geraldine & Josephine

. . .


(Rafferty/Egan)

One more morning is on the way,
It felt like the night was here to stay,
Meanwhile morning is on the way.

Daylight opening up the skies,
Grey light opening up your eyes,
Meanwhile morning is on the rise.

One more morning is on the way,
It felt like the night was here to stay,
Meanwhile morning is on the way.


Drums and Percussion: Andy Steele
Bass: Dave Wintour
Sax: Chris Mercer
Harp: Chris Neill
Guitar: Bernie Holland, Hugh Burns
Piano & String Arrangement: David Briggs
Piano, Guitar & Clavinet: Geraldine & Josephine

. . .


(Rafferty/Egan)

I was down and I was so hung up, drinkin' whiskey from a paper cup,
Can't get out of the mood I'm in, waitin' for everybody to begin,
Turn the wheel, come on we'll make me feel, just dig your heels, and we can fly.

She made me get up right out my seat, made me get up and move my feet,
She had me moving on down that line, everything was gonna work out fine,
You and me, feelin' free, if you'll agree, maybe we can touch the sky.

Never gonna stop, now we got the feel of it,
And if you want, well, we can make a meal of it,
Don't hold back, just let yourself go.
We don't have to be afraid of it,
And don't you know, well, we were made for it,
Don't hold back, just let yourself go.

Never gonna stop, now we got the feel of it,
And if you want, well, we can make a meal of it,
Don't hold back, just let yourself go.
We don't have to be afraid of it,
And don't you know, well, we were made for it,
Don't hold back, just let yourself go.

Oh, let yourself go, oh, let yourself go....
Don't hold back, just let yourself go.
(I was down and I was so hung up, drinkin' whiskey from a paper cup...)

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(Rafferty/Egan)

Living way down here and you're way up there,
When I get this way, well, I can't feel you anywhere,
Can't feel you anywhere,
And I don't even care in this home from home.

The people in the room trying to let it go,
But everybody's so wound up they got nothing to show,
Baby, you'll never know,
Baby, I can't let go in this home from home.

It's so hard to leave you, it's hard now every time
You know how I need you.

I'm always here inside, I never see the day,
And when the nighttime comes I try and drink the blues away,
Drink the blues away,
Baby, I just can't stay in this home from home.

Take me away, you know I can't stay,
I can't take another day in this home from home...

Drums and Percussion: Andy Steele
Bass: Dave Wintour
Sax: Chris Mercer
Harp: Chris Neill
Guitar: Bernie Holland, Hugh Burns
Piano & String Arrangement: David Briggs
Piano, Guitar & Clavinet: Geraldine & Josephine

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(Rafferty/Egan)

We went to school wrapped up in cotton wool, dreaming 'bout the day I'd leave,
I couldn't wait to get out, I couldn't wait to lay it out, all of those bad memories.

Maybe I should mention I could never pay attention to all those educated fools.
Got to do it my way, forgettin' what they all say, makin' up my own kind of rules.

Yeah...

Working behind the desk at the local NEB, worrying about my shirt and tie,
Yeah, you had to be clean, and you had to make its scene,
So's the public wouldn't blink an eye.

In walks the boss, still carrying his cross, saying “You'd better get it right or else.�?
Yeah, I had enough of it — me, I'd rather rough it, I'm just gonna please myself.

Yeah...

You've been walking on a fine line, don't mess around with your mind,
You know they played it mean and cruel,
You got to do it your way, forgettin' what they all say, makin' up your own kind of rules.

Got to do it your way, forgettin' what they all say, makin' up your own kind of rules,
Makin' up your own kind of rules.

Yeah...

Drums and Percussion: Andy Steele
Bass: Dave Wintour
Sax: Chris Mercer
Harp: Chris Neill
Guitar: Bernie Holland, Hugh Burns
Piano & String Arrangement: David Briggs
Piano, Guitar & Clavinet: Geraldine & Josephine

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(Rafferty/Egan)

Kill a chicken, get it with a spike,
You can cook it any way you like,
Tell me now if you'd like a taste,
On this old rooster nothing goes to waste.

Wishbone, wish for anything you want,
That old wishbone, gives you anything you want.

I'll take the wings and you can have the breast,
Never mind the feathers, think about the rest.
We don't want the head, we can cut off the feet,
Choke it by the neck and cut up the meat.

Wishbone, wish for anything you want,
That old wishbone, gives you anything you want.


Drums and Percussion: Andy Steele
Bass: Dave Wintour
Sax: Chris Mercer
Harp: Chris Neill
Guitar: Bernie Holland, Hugh Burns
Piano & String Arrangement: David Briggs
Piano, Guitar & Clavinet: Geraldine & Josephine

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(Rafferty/Egan)

I can tell by your expression that there's something in the air
You think I'm holdin' out on you, you think that I don't care.

(chorus)
Oh no, don't get me wrong, I wouldn't want to hurt you.
And maybe times I come on strong; it's only self-defense.
I can't deny that sometimes I appear so cold and heartless,
Then you become suspicious 'cause you can't make any sense out of me.

Every time we talk now it just ends up in a fight,
It starts off in the morning and it goes on through the night.

(chorus)

You say that I'm a stranger, and you don't know me anymore,
And I try not to listen 'cause I've heard it all before.

(fiddle solo)

Tell me what it is you want and I'll make it all come true,
'Cause I can't talk to anyone if I can't talk to you.

(chorus)

Oh, no, don't get me wrong...
Oh, no, don't get me wrong...

Drums and Percussion: Andy Steele
Bass: Dave Wintour
Sax: Chris Mercer
Harp: Chris Neill
Guitar: Bernie Holland, Hugh Burns
Piano & String Arrangement: David Briggs
Piano, Guitar & Clavinet: Geraldine & Josephine

. . .


(Rafferty/Egan)

Well, I was working for the taxman,
Digging out the facts at the Inland Revenue.
I was slowly going nowhere, thinking it was somewhere,
There was nothing I could do.

I got wasted every day of the week,
And come Sunday, well, I just couldn't speak.
Monday morning always comes around too soon,
Monday morning always comes around too soon,
Monday morning always comes around too soon.

Well, I was getting more frustrated
At the longer I waited, I thought I was led astray,
And the only thing I knew was the sound of rock 'n' roll
Kept taking me away.

I got wasted every day of the week,
And come Sunday, well, I just couldn't speak.
Monday morning always comes around too soon,
Monday morning always comes around too soon,
Monday morning always comes around too soon.

Drums and Percussion: Andy Steele
Bass: Dave Wintour
Sax: Chris Mercer
Harp: Chris Neill
Guitar: Bernie Holland, Hugh Burns
Piano & String Arrangement: David Briggs
Piano, Guitar & Clavinet: Geraldine & Josephine

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(Rafferty/Egan)

I woke up, remembered everything I said to you last night,
But this time I sure won't worry about what I might have done,
'Cause I was out to please myself, right or wrong.

You came in, looking like a long-lost sheep, said I'd been using you.
You got what you wanted, and that's all right,
But you were out to please yourself, right or wrong.
Yeah, you were out to please yourself, right or wrong.

Don't hang your head down, there ain't no shame
In what we've both been through.
Although I'd like to help you out,
You know I've got to save myself, right or wrong.
You know I've got to save myself, right or wrong.

When you go back, you know you're gonna have to look your best,
You're gonna have to turn on the magic, make believe it's real.
You're gonna have to save yourself, right or wrong.
Yeah, we were out to please ourselves, right or wrong.
Yeah, we were out to please ourselves.

Yeah, please yourself, please yourself.
Right or wrong, yeah, please yourself.


Drums and Percussion: Andy Steele
Bass: Dave Wintour
Sax: Chris Mercer
Harp: Chris Neill
Guitar: Bernie Holland, Hugh Burns
Piano & String Arrangement: David Briggs
Piano, Guitar & Clavinet: Geraldine & Josephine

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