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Aerosmith
Aerosmith


Background information
Origin Boston, Massachusetts, USA
Genre(s) Rock'n'Roll
Heavy Metal
Blues Rock
Hard Rock
Years active 1970—present
Label(s) Columbia Records
Geffen Records
Associated acts The Joe Perry Project
The Strangeurs/Chain Reaction
Website Website
Members
Steven Tyler
Joe Perry
Brad Whitford
Tom Hamilton
Joey Kramer
Former members
Ray Tabano
Jimmy Crespo
Rick Dufay



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Aerosmith Album


Classics Live 2 (1987)
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(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, Perry)

Backstroke lover always hidin' 'neath the covers
Till I talked to your daddy he say
He said you ain't seen nothin' till you're down on a muffin
Then you're sure to be a changin' your ways
I met a cheerleader was a real young bleeder
Oh the times I could reminisce
'Cause the best things of lovin' with her sister and her cousin
Only started with a little kiss
Like this

Seesaw swingin' with the boys in the school
And your feet flyin' up in the air
Singin' hey diddle diddle
With your kitty in the middle of the swing like you didn't care
So I took a big chance at the high school dance
With a missy who was ready to play
Wasn't me she was foolin' 'cause she knew what she was doin'
And I knowed love was here to stay
When she told me to

Walk this way
Walk this way
Walk this way
Walk this way
Walk this way
Walk this way
Walk this way
Walk this way

Just gimme a kiss
Like this

Schoolgirl sweetie with a classy kinda sassy
Little skirt's climbin' way up the knee
There was three young ladies in the school gym locker
When I noticed they was lookin' at me
I was a high school loser never made it with a lady
Till the boys told me somethin' I missed
Then my next door neighbor with a daughter had a favor
So I gave her just a little kiss
Like this

Seesaw swingin' with the boys in the school
And your feet flyin' up in the air
Singin' hey diddle diddle
With your kitty in the middle of the swing like you didn't care
So I took a big chance at the high school dance
With a missy who was ready to play
Wasn't me she was foolin' 'cause she knew what she was doin'
When she told me how to walk this way
She told me to

Walk this way
Walk this way
Walk this way
Walk this way
Walk this way
Walk this way
Walk this way
Walk this way

Just gimme a kiss

. . .


(Tyler, Perry)

We all live on the edge of town
Where we all live ain't a soul around
People start a' comin' all we do is just a' grin
Said we gotta move it out 'cause the city's movin' in
I said we gotta move it out 'cause the city's movin' in

Tell me who you know and I'll tell you who to
Go see my friend and he'll set you free
Tell me what you need and maybe I can go too
No one knows the way but maybe me
Nobody goes there nobody shows where nobody knows where you can find me

Good mornin' glory allelujah to ya
What is the story what's been goin' through ya
Livin' like a king off the fat of the land
Workin' like a dog in a rock and roll band

We're movin' we're getting out
We're movin' without a doubt
We're movin' we're goin' far
We're movin' oh yes we are
'Cause nobody goes there nobody shows where nobody knows where you can find me
nobody goes there nobody shows where nobody knows where you can find me

Level with God and you're in tune with the universe
Talk with yourself and you'll hear what you wanna know
Gotta rise above 'cause below it's only gettin' worse
Life in time will take you where you wanna go

Where you wanna go
Where you wanna go
Where you going
Where you going
Where you going

Good mornin' glory allelujah to ya
What is the story What's been goin' through ya
Livin' like a king off the fat of the land
Workin' like a dog in a rock and roll band

We're movin' we're getting out
We're movin' without a doubt
We're movin' we're goin' far
We're movin' oh yes we are

Nobody knows where nobody shows where nobody knows where you can find me
Nobody knows where nobody shows where nobody knows where you can find me

We all live on the edge of town
Where we all live ain't a soul around
People start a' comin' all we do is just a grin
Said we gotta move 'cause city's movin' in

. . .


(Tyler, Perry)

Checkmate honey beat you at your own damn game
No dice honey I'm livin' on a astral plane
Feets on the ground and your head's goin' down the drain
Oh heads I win tails you lose to the never mind
Where to draw the line

A Indian summer Carrie was all over the floor
She was a wet net winner and rarely ever left the store
She sing and dance all night and wrong all the right outta me
Oh pass me the vile and cross your fingers it don't take time
Nowhere to draw the line

Hi ho silver we were singin' all your cowboy song
Oh you told Carrie and promised her you wouldn't be long
Heads I win tails you lose lord it's such a crime
No dice honey you the salt you're the queen of the brine
Checkmate honey you're the only one who's got ta choose
Where to draw the line

Checkmate don't be late
Take another pull
That's right impossible
When you got to be yourself
You're the boss of the toss
The dice the price
Grab yourself a slice
Know where to draw the line

Oooh- ahhh
Oooh- ahhh
Oooh- ahhh
Oooh- ahhh
Oooh- ahhh
Oooh- ahhh
Oooh- ahhh

. . .


(Tyler, Perry)

Get yourself cooler lay yourself low
Coincidental murder with nothing to show
The judge's constipation will go to his head
His wife's aggravation you're soon enough dead

It's the same old story
Same old song and dance my friend
It's the same old story
Same old song and dance my friend

Gotcha with the cocaine they found with your gun
No smoothy face lawyer to getcha undone
Say love ain't the same on the south side of town
You could look but you ain't gonna find it around

It's the same old story
Same old song and dance my friend
It's the same old story
Same old story same old song and dance

Fate comes a knockin'
Doors start lockin'
Your old time connection
Change your direction
You ain't gonna change it
Can't rearrange it
Can't stand the pain when
It's all the same to you my friend

When you're low down and dirty from walkin' the street
With your old hurdy-gurdy no one to meet
Say love ain't the same on the south side of town
You could look but you ain't gonna find it around

It's the same old story
Same old song and dance my friend
It's the same old story

. . .


(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)

Rock-a-bye baby
If you wanna dance
Grab yourself a body
And take a chance
Said one time around
Is all you get
I'm still dancin'
So you lost your bet

I got a hardcore mama
With a hot hoochie coo
Make my wheels start spinnin'
Like a formula two

Got one for the money
Two for the show
Three for my honey
And four to let you know that I...

Let The Music Do The Talking
Let The Music Do The Talking...'cause I can't wait
Let The Music Do The Talking
Let The Music Do The Talking

Cheese cake
Maybe if I take another bite
I'm real fat city
I'm an aero delight
Threw out my pipe
And my alkaline
Got a squeaky clean body
And a dirty mind
I'm a real fine dancer
I'll be cuttin' the rug
Got a brand new baby
She's my brand new drug

I got one for the money
Two for the show
Three for my honey
And four to let you know that I...

Let The Music Do The Talking
Let The Music Do The Talking...'cause I can't wait
Let The Music Do The Talking...I gotta get it
Let The Music Do The Talking...
Yeah yeah yeah yeah...
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah...yeah

Yak yak yak
yak yak yak yak yak yak yaou

Let The Music Do The Talking
Let The Music Do The Talking
Let The Music Do The Talking
Let The Music Do The Talking
Let The Music Do The Talking
Let The Music Do The Talking

. . .


(Tyler, Perry)

In the attic
Lights
Voices scream
Nothing seen
Real's a dream

Leaving the things that are real behind
Leaving the things that you love from mind
All of the things that you learned from fears
Nothing is left for the years

Voices scream
Nothing seen
Real's a dream

Toys toys toys
In the attic

Toys toys toys
In the attic

Toys toys toys
In the attic

Toys toys toys
In the attic

Lights
Voices scream
Nothing seen
Real's a dream

Leaving the things that are real behind
Leaving the things that you love from mind
All of the things that you learned from fears
Nothing is left for the years

Voices scream
Nothing seen
Real's a dream

Toys toys toys
In the attic

Toys toys toys
In the attic

Toys toys toys
In the attic

Toys toys toys
In the attic

Toys toys toys
In the attic

Toys toys toys
In the attic

Toys toys toys

. . .


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