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Aerosmith

℗ 1976 Columbia Records PC 34165

Aerosmith • 1976 • Rocks

Rocks - ÷åòâ¸ðòûé àëüáîì àìåðèêàíñêîé ðîê-ãðóïïû Aerosmith, âûøåäøèé â ìàå 1976 ãîäà.  2003 ãîäó àëüáîì çàíÿë 176 ìåñòî â ñïèñêå «500 âåëè÷àéøèõ àëüáîìîâ âñåõ âðåì¸í ïî âåðñèè æóðíàëà Rolling Stone».

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Back in the Saddle

(Perry — Tyler)

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 ol Sukie Jones
She crazy horse saloon
Barkeep gimme a drink
That's when she caught my eye
She turned to give me a wink
That make a grown man cry

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

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

Fools' gold out of their mines
The girls are soaking wet
Not 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 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
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again

Ridin' high
Ridin' high
Ridin' high already

Last Child

(Tyler — Whitford)

(I'm dreaming tonight, I'm living 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
I was the last child
Just a punk in the streets…

Rats in the Cellar

(Perry — Tyler)

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 blues
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

Combination

(Perry)

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 to come looking for me
Walking on Gucci, wearin' Yves Saint Laurent
Barley stay on, 'cause I'm so damn gaunt

Sick as a Dog

(Tyler — Hamilton)

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

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 you're 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

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 you're really ain't that young

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

(Tyler — Whitford)

Lord I must be dreaming
What else could this be
Everybody's screaming
Running' 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
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 day's you'll be sorry
Too many houses on stilt
Three million years or just a story
Four on the floor up to the hilt

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

Get the Lead Out

(Perry — Tyler)

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

(Perry — Tyler)

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
Ad 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

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…

Home Tonight

(Tyler)

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

And baby, drink a cheers to yesterday
And mabye, 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, tonight…