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Nazareth
Nazareth


Background information
Origin Dunfermline, Scotland
Genre(s) Blues Rock
Heavy Metal
Years active 1968—present
Label(s) Eagle Records
NEMS Enterprises
Website Website
Members
Dan McCafferty
Pete Agnew
Lee Agnew
Jimmy Murrison
Former members
Manny Charlton
Zal Cleminson
Billy Rankin
John Locke
Ronnie Leahy
Darrell Sweet



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Nazareth Album


Rampant (1974)
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Swingin' my sweet chariot low
Gotta make it home to Georgia
Excise lawman on my trail
I'm a silver dollar forger
I see a roadblock on my right
Engine take me through the night
Gotta make it home to the arms of my sweet baby.

Twenty miles from that Georgia state
I can hear the sirens wailing
If only I can cross that line
And leave the police trailing
I see a red light at my rear
Now I'm sweatin' cold steel fear
Gotta make it home to the arms of my sweet baby.

I'm tired of all this running
Hiding from the light
I want to walk out in the sun.

I'll soon be home, I can see the clay
I'll soon be in Atlanta
If only I can hold that line
I can live just how I wanna
I see the state line in my lights
Engine take me through the night
Gotta make it home to the arms of my sweet baby.

(copyright 1974 mountain/carlin music)

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Now you say that you're leavin'
Well, it can't be too soon
And you spend all of my money
You knocked my guitar out of tune.

Well, you say you're sick and tired,
Tired of having me around
And you call me cheatin' liar
You drove my car into the ground.

And I'll be glad when you're gone
Yes, I'll be glad when you're gone
And when you walk out that door
Darlin', please don't come back no more.

Now I wish I'd never known you
And I wish we'd never met
I was drunk, you gave me whiskey
When I was ill, you called the vet.

Say that it's over
And you think you'll bring me down
If you come back lookin' for me
I'll be out there on the town.

(copyright 1974 mountain/carlin music)

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Bad luck is doggin' me around
Bad luck is doggin' me around
And I can't change my ways
Because I've been made second grade.

And it's better to have loved,
Loved and lost
Yes, it's better to have loved,
Loved and lost
It's better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

No love has come to me and stayed
No love has come to me and stayed
But I can't win this race
But to try to run ain't no disgrace.

Losin' hands have always been my deal
Losin' hands have always been my deal
Never have drawn, drawn the ace
But when trouble came
I always looked it in the face.


(copyright 1974 mountain/carlin music)

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Standing on a corner in downtown L.A.
Waiting for the man to come along
She comes up to me and says, "Too bad, too sad
You know that he's been dead and gone."

L.A. lady, kinda shady
She picked him up and took him home.

I woke up groggy, my sight was smoggy
And I knew that it had been blown.

Early in the morning sitting in a hotel
Moscow's looking fine through the wine
Spaced out, I crashed out
When the KGB came on the line.

It's a cold one, bein' sent down
It's gotta be fifty below.

Mama, here's a postcard to let you know
I'm in a saltmine and looking for coal.

Shanghai'd in Shanghai
Stood on in Tuscon
Ripped off and kicked right out the bed.

Flyin' across the desert from Texas to Tuscon
But we're headed for a southern star
The captain says it's fine in Havana
This dude behind me needs a cigar.

He's a big one, he's got a big gun
I guess we better go along.

Mister, we've got a gig in Arizona
Second billing to the Rolling Stones.

Shanghai'd in Shanghai
Stood on in Tuscon
Ripped off and kicked right out the bed.

Shanghai'd in Shanghai
Laid low in 'Frisco
Done in and left behind for dead.

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I'm goin' back to New York City
Times Square sure will be shinin' bright
I know it sure looks pretty
But I don't go down every night.

I'm gonna take in Memphis
You know the one down in Tennessee
And if you wanna boogie
Now that's the place to be.

Sittin' in a bar in Macon
Drinkin' something called Rebel Yells
When I thought I heard someone ringing
I guess she's a southern bell.

We just cut out of El Paso
It just fries there in that desert sun
And if you've ever been down there, man
Then you know why we run.

I got jet lag
And livin' out an overnight bag
Time changes every day
They do things a different way
Back in the U.S.A.

Tryin' hard to make a phone call
"Long distance over seas"
"Yes, ma'am, I did say Scotland"
"Could you spell that again for me please?"

Way down west to Colorado
You know that it just blew my mind
I'd love to go back there next trip
I sure hope we get some time.

Driving down a Detroit freeway
Just lookin' at those concrete walls
Hey but it's a good town to rock'n'roll in
"What do you mean the police closed the goddamned hall?"

Flyin' home tomorrow
To be there's gonna be just great
And after some time with my lady
I'm gonna be back to rock'n'roll in the States.


(copyright 1974 mountain/carlin music)

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Locked in a shadow
Praying for release
You found my prison
Your love was the key
So come on, light myday
And come on, light my way.

Lonely's just a word now
Something from my past
Horizon's look brighter
Loving you will last
So come on, light my day
And come on, light my way.

The world's now my oyster
Had me marked "reject"
You changed the story
Gave me back respect
So come on, light my day
And come on, light my way.


(copyright 1974 mountain/carlin music)

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Sunshine, every single day
Helps to light my way
And darlin', right before my eyes
It don't come as no surprise
That it's easy,
Easy loving you.

And baby, 'til you came along
There was always something wrong
Around me
There was emptyness, of course
But it's alright
And it's easy,
Easy loving you.

And sunshine, having you around
You're the light I never found
And darlin', every minute you're away
But it's brighter
And it's easy,
Easy loving you.

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Shapes of things before my eyes
Just teach me to despise
Will time make men more wise?

Here within my lonely frame
My eyes just hurt my brain
But will it seem the same?

Come tomorrow, will I be older?
Come tomorrow, may be a soldier
Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today?

Now the trees are almost green
But will they still be seen
When time and tide have been?

Oh, into your passing hands
Please don't destroy these lands
Don't make them desert sands.


(copyright 1966 b.feldman & co. ltd.)
(p.samwell-smith/k.relf/j.mccarty)

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