Out of Control (Frey/Henley/Nexon) - 3:04

Oh, my, don't the sky look spacious,
With the stars all shinin' down.
Well, I can hear the night wind howlin',
It's a high and lonesome sound.
And I ain't had a woman in so long,
I can't feed my starvin' soul.
Come on, saddle up boys, we're gonna ride into town,
We're gonna get a little out of control.

There's a card game in the corner,
And the barmaid smiled at me,
Well, I tipped her a silver dollar,
And she brought me a drink for free.
All the townfolk call her the cheap one,
And the gamblers call her Flo,
Come on, set 'em up again, I got me a friend,
And I think I'm gettin' out of control.

She's good and warm,
Mild and calm,
I've got news, try and find and warn.

And if anybody's lookin' for trouble
You know I'm the one you want to try,
Well, I'll fight any man who wants to,
And I don't care who or why.
You got to gamble on your story
You got no guts, you get no glory.
And I'm bettin' my money on an ace in the hole
Think I'm gettin' out of control.

You got it now.
Where's my baby, where did she go, men?