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Play 'n' the Game

Nazareth

℗ 1976 Mountain Records TOPS 113

℗ 1976 Vertigo Records 6370 418

℗ 1976 A & M Records SP 4610

℗ 1997 UNW Disc CLACD 219

Nazareth • 1976 • Play 'n' the Game

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Somebody to Roll

(Dan McCafferty — Pete Agnew — Darrell Sweet — Manny Charlton)

Goin' out, got some time to use
Baby, baby, baby, I just can't lose
Truckin' round from town to town
Got to get my rocks off the ground

Going up, I've been down so long
All I need is just one good song
Take me out of this dead end gig
Get my shot at some of the big

If you want to rock
If you want to rock
You got to find somebody to roll

I just signed my life away
The record company's got to pay
Got to chase that billboard bullet
Nothin' left but to go out and do it

If you want to rock
You got to find
If you want to rock
You got to find somebody to roll
Somebody to roll

Goin' out, got some time to use
Baby, baby, baby, I just can't lose
Truckin' round from town to town
Got to get my rocks off the ground

If you want to rock
You got to find somebody
If you want to rock
You got to find somebody to roll
Somebody to roll

Down Home Girl

(Arthur Butler — Jerry Leiber)

Lord I swear, the perfume you wear
Is made out of turnip greens
And every time that I kiss you girl
It tastes like pork and beans
Even though you’re wearin‘ them
Citified high heels
I can tell by your giant steps
That you’ve been walkin’ through cotton fields
Ohhhhhh, you’re some down home girl

Your shoes are green, your dress is red
And your wiggy head is powder blue
But underneath all of that mess,
Well you’re still the same old messy you
You’re sittin there in that fancy chair
Just drinkin’ champaigne like a movie star
When ya oughta be sittin’ on a sidewalk
Drinkin white lightnin’
Out of a jelly jar
Oh, you’re some down home girl

Dimples in your pretty cheeks
And dimples in your knees
You walk by and baby I
Can smell magnolia trees
You tell me you’re from New York baby
But I know you’re from way down South
I can hear a Mississippi mama
Evey time you open up your mouth
Oh, you’re some down home girl
Oh, you’re some down home girl