Don’t talk to the pilot
When he’s flyin’
Don’t smile at the soldier
He’s on parade

Don’t come creeping round, you’ll
Catch me cryin’
No more talkin’ ‘bout it
It’s all been said

You drawn such a fine line baby
Learnin’ all the rules
Why don’t ya read between them sometimes
You won’t look such a fool

Why don’t you read the book, why don’t you read the book
Why don’t you read the book, why don’t you read the book

Why show all your aces
To the gambler
If he calls your hand
You’re gonna lose
Don’t trust first impressions
Of a stranger
Private information’s
Just tellin’ tales

You draw such a fine line baby
Learnin’ all the rules
Why don’t ya read between them sometimes
You won’t look such a fool

Why don’t you read the book, why don’t you read the book
Why don’t you read the book, why don’t you read the book

You draw such a fine line baby
Learnin’ all the rules
Why don’t ya read between them sometimes
You won’t look such a fool

Why don’t you read the book, why don’t you read the book
Why don’t you read the book, why don’t you read the book

Trains, running through the town
Missed my turn around
Trains, got to break away
Got to leave today

There’s nothin’ gonna stop me
From runnin’ the tracks
You never saw me comin’
And I ain’t comin’ back
I’ve always been your whippin’ boy
I think it’s time for a change

Strange, it’s always been the same
It’s never you to blame
Chains, drag me to the ground
But no one turns around

There’s nothin’ gonna stop me
From runnin’ the tracks
You never saw me comin’
And I ain’t comin’ back
I’ve always been your whippin’ boy
I think it’s time for a change

Names, numbers on your wall
But I’m not gonna fall
Games, I’m tired of playin’ clown
Another side show is leavin’ town

There’s nothin’ gonna stop me
From runnin’ the tracks
You never saw me comin’
And I ain’t comin’ back
I’ve always been your whippin’ boy

There’s nothin’ gonna stop me
From runnin’ the tracks
You never saw me comin’
And I ain’t comin’ back
I’ve always been your whippin’ boy
I think it’s time for a change.

So you’ve run outa numbers
And you’ve run outa lovers
They won’t deliver that pizza

You’re hungry under the covers
You’re all alone in the moonlight
Got to get ready for daylight

All nite, all nite
Listening to the all nite radio

You could have been sleepin’
You could have done anythin’
But everbody’s singin’
Good morin’

All nite, all nite
Listening to the all nite
All nite radio

Every single day
I think of the times
When you were still mine
And I’m blue
Got to get away
Get you out of my mind
I’m caught up in time
And I’m blue
I don’t miss all the fun that we had
You were always around me

Where are you now
I need you now
If you were around
It would be alright

Living on my own
I know I’m to blame
I’m locked in my chains
And you’re free
Fallen like a stone
I’m down on the ground
I’m tied up and bound
And you’re free
I don’t miss all the fun that we had
You were always around me

Where are you now
I need you now
If you were around it would be alright

Where are you now
I need you now
If you were around it would be alright

The backroom boys are playin’ real hard
There’s a lot of money rollin’ on the next card
Some are goin’ up some are goin’ down
Some’ll never make it to the next round

Stone me it don’t come free
You gotta be a winner
If you wanna be a backroom boy

They got--a room full of women
A table full of booze
Gettin’ meaner with the dealer--’cause he can’t lose
Someone shouts out,”it’s a goddamn shame”
The dealer’s gettin’ meaner with the cocaine

Stone me it don’t come free
Gotta be a winner
If you wanna be a backroom boy
Can’t stay home get uptown
Get your ear to the ground
If you wanna be a backroom boy

Up all night, playin’ it right
Backroom boys
Look in your eye, never say die
Backroom boys

The backroom boys are all the same
Even take your money when they play games
Take you when you’re up, kick you when you’re down
You’ll always be a loser in their town

Stone me it don’t come free
Gotta be a winner
If you wanna be a backroom boy
Can’t stay home get uptown
Get your ear to the ground
If you wanna be a backroom boy

Up all night, playin’ it right
Backroom boys
Look in your eye, never say die
Backroom boys

The backroom boys are all the same
Even take your money when they play games
Take you when you’re up, kick you when you’re down
You’ll always be a loser in their town

Stone me it don’t come free
Gotta be a winner
If you wanna be a backroom boy
Can’t stay home get uptown
Get your ear to the ground
If you wanna be a backroom boy

It’s a sign of the times, standing in line
Quietly waiting to go out of your mind
There’s nothing to say, no reason to stay
To fight for the right that they have taken away
Get what you get, not what you need
Time after time

Rags to riches, all fallen down
Rags to riches, tied up and bound
There’s no going under
When you’re kicked to the ground
Rags to riches... rags to riches

You’re down on your knees, caught in the freeze
Crying inside but there’s no easy release
Radical views--in yesterday news
Giving the reason with another excuse
Out on your own, cut to the bone
Time after time

Rags to riches, all fallen down
Rags to riches, tied up and bound
There’s no going under
When you’re kicked to the ground
Rags to riches... rags to riches

It’s three o’clock in the morning
And they’re sayin’ you’ve had enough
But you want another drink
Good old north or southern stuff
You’re a boy from way down south
Folks from the old north
And it’s friday night
It’s party night for you

King George he sent the excise men
The yankee revenuers
It don’t matter what they try
They’ll never stop the brewin’
Because a man will take a glass
To make his spirits fly
On a friday night
It’s party night for you

They bring out laws and taxes
Try to cut you down
If you can’t go to the corner bar
Then you’ll go underground
So come on down to your local still
And buy yourself a thrill
On a friday night
It’s party night for you

Whiskey the water of life
There’s more to it than the pourin’
Oiled the reel on the fiddle bow
And sent the music soarin’
My old man and his old man
They knew what they were doin’
Lovin’ malt from the old land
And the corn from tennessee

If you’re feelin’ lowdown
You don’t need no pill
Come along and join the clan
Support your local still
You can win your bar-room blues
Find that hazy delight
On a friday night
It’s party night for you

Whiskey the water of life
There’s more to it than the pourin’
Oiled the reel on the fiddle bow
And sent the music soarin’
My old man and his old man
They knew what they were doin’
Lovin’ malt from the old land
And the corn from tennessee

It’s three o’clock in the morning
And they’re sayin’ you’ve had enough
But you want another drink
Good old north or southern stuff
You’re a boy from way down south
Folks from the old north
And it’s friday night
It’s party night for you.

We made a promise
But what’s the difference
Call me friend, what you calling for
You couldn’t take me as I am
But that was only party chat......I ran.

You asked me up here
You said it was “gear”
So Liverpool--but--
We never understood the slang
We couldn’t sing it like they sang
But that was carnaby excuses......I ran.

Like rent -a- driver
Insurance freeway
You can never tell
You can only drive because experience
Turns the corner now
See what happens when you leave it

Call me baby, how our love grows
Supremely simple
Like baby, baby, baby
You’re out of time

Shine, shine shine
Don’t call me shine
But there’s no rhythm to your rhyme......I ran.

Like rent-a-driver
Insurance freeway
You can never tell
You only drive because experience
Turns the corner now
See what happens when you
Break a promise
But what’s the difference
Call me friend--what you callin’ for
You couldn’t take me as I am
But that was only party chat.....I ran.

Round about midnight
I feel the chill closin’ in
Living my stage fright
I need the sun to begin - tomorrow

Thinking ‘bout my life
And all the changes she made
And when she went running out
All the colors fade - to midnight

What a bad week I’ve had
There’s rain on the window
What a bad week I’m sad
There’s rain on my window

Will I be staying
Or am I moving in
Am I still standing
I’ve gotta wait - she’s choosing

* What a bad week I’ve had
There’s rain on the window
What a bad week I’m sad
There’s rain on the window
When the sun comes up
It dries that rain on the window
When the sun comes up
It dries that rain on the window
When the sun comes up
It dries that rain on the window

Repeat *

Welcome to the land of milk and honey
This is where your braves died to be free
Living in those days for love or money
Left your heart and soul at wounded knee

History and time are all you have now
You were free from sea to shining sea
But that’s no matter to the folks who live here
You only ride your ponies on t.v.

We’ve got everything you’ll ever need
We’ve got everything you’ll ever need
EEverything you’ll ever need

America, America
America, America

All your pride was wasted ain’t that funny
You never tried to bite the feeding hand
Welcome to this land of milk and honey
Where they keep you fenced on burning sand

War dance for the customers on fridays
Birthrights up for sale in tourist stores
Carved your land and faces on your mountains
Crazy horse can never tie the score

We’ve got everything you’ll ever need
We’ve got everything you’ll ever need
Everything you’ll ever need

America, America
America, America
America, America
America, America