Steven Tyler – Lead vocals, Backing vocals, Percussion, Bass on "Sick As A Dog"
Joe Perry – Guitar, Backing Vocals, Co-lead vocals on "Combination", Bass on "Sick As A Dog", 6-String Bass on "Back In the Saddle"
Brad Whitford – Guitar
Tom Hamilton – Bass, Rhythm guitar on "Sick As A Dog", Backing vocals on "Home Tonight"
Joey Kramer – Drums, Percussion, Backing vocals on "Home Tonight" |
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Jack Douglas – producer, arrangement
Aerosmith – producer, arrangement
Jay Messina – engineer
Rod O'Brien – assistant engineer
Sam Ginsburg – assistant engineer
David Krebs – direction
Steve Leber – direction
Pacific Eye & Ear – album design
Paul Prestopino – Banjo on "Last Child" |
That make a grown man cry
(Chorus)
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
Fool's gold outta their mines
The girls are soakin' wet
No tounge'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', this snake is gonna rattle
(Chorus)
Ridin' high
Ridin' high
Ridin' high already
Last Child
(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
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 the 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
Ain't no good when boss man's
Stuffin' down their throats
With paper notes
As babies cry
When you're rockin' in the street
Home sweet home
Mama, take me home sweet home
I was the last child
Just a punk in the streets
(Repeat)
Rats in the Cellar
Goin' under, Rats In The Cellar
Goin' under, skin's turnin' yellow
Nose is runny, losin' my connection
Losin' money, getting no affection
New York City blues
East side, West side lose
Throw me in the slam
Catch me if you can
Believe
That you're wearing
Tearing 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
Lose it's party, lookin' rather lazy
See my body, pushin up a-daisies
New York City blues
East side, west side lose
Throw me in the slam
Catch me if you can
Believe
That you're wearing
Tearing me apart
(Repeat)
Combination
The street is cold, the dawn is grey
My heart says no but my head says stay
My work is finished, or so I've been told
Can't part the three of us, once we got a hold
I forgot the 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 grey
My legs keep moving, I 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, come looking for me
Walking on Gucci, wearin' Yves Saint Laurent
Barley stay on, 'cause I'm so 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
I found the secret, the key to it all
Sick as a Dog
Please, I just got to talk to you
Please, well keep your head out of the loo
Please, we're a long, long way from home
Please, you'd turn a young man's face to stone
(Chorus)
Sick As A Dog, what's your story
Sick As A Dog, a cat got your tounge
Sick As A Dog, you'll be sorry
Sick As A Dog, 'cause you really ain't that young
Please, you were much to my surprise
Please, you're a lady in disguise
Please, you're the only friend I got
Please, you're the last to see me rot
Please, it's a shame you're so refined
Please, she was the last thing on my mind
Please, don't be late to take it light
Please, you're gonna bay into the night
say goodnight
Nobody's Fault
Lord I must be dreaming
What else could this be
Everybody's screaming
Runnin' for the sea
Holy lands are sinking
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
(Chorus)
Out of rhyme or reason
Everyone's to blame
Children of the season
Don't be lame
Sorry, you're so sorry
Don't be sorry
Man has known it
Now he's blown it
Up-side down and hell's the only way
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 light stop and go
Noble men of courage
Listen with their ears
Spoke but how discouraging
When no one really hears
One of these days you'll be sorry
Too many houses on a stilt
Three milion years or just a story
Four on the floor up to the hilt
(Chorus)
Man has known it
Now he's blown it
Up-side down and hell's the only way
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
(Chorus)
Get the Lead Out
Do you like good boogie
Like the real boogie woogie
Hear the juke box singin'
Get the dance hall swingin'
Won't you grab my shaker
Got to meet your maker
Get out the lead
Get out of bed
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)
Hey good lookin'
What cha got there cookin'
You a young spring chicken
Make your feet start kickin'
no no, no no, no no, no no
Oh, hey good lookin'
What cha got there cookin'
You a young spring chicken
Make your feet start kickin'
Boot it out, dance without me
Lick and a Promise
Johnny come late on a Saturday night
Singin' how de do
Backstreet boogie in the house of delight
Where they steal the show
The money come sour but the ladies are sweet
And it's a love affair
Whole place rockin', people stompin' their feet
When the gang's all there
He gets his lovin' every night for free
He's out there rockin' like you wouldn't believe
Singin' na, na, na...
Johnny like to gamble with his lady Louise
She was a black jack deuces are wild
He got to thinking 'bout his nose in the breeze
And Johnny looked and he smiled
He started thinking 'bout the fortune and fame
And the young girls down at his knees
He dug the money but forgot all the names
So he knew just how to appease
(Chorus)
Lick And A Promise
Lick And A Promise
Lick And A Promise
(He gave the ladies a) Lick And A Promise
Loose change clover in his early, early years
Had his poor mama pacin' the floors
He grabbed a guitar and a couple of beers
Now the crowd keeps screamin' for more
He gets his lovin' every night for free
He's out there rockin' like you wouldn't believe
Singin' na, na, na...
(Repeat Chorus)
Home Tonight
Now it's time
To say good night to you
And now it's time
To bid you sweet adieu
And baby, 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
(Repeat)