Aerosmith Album

Lady's & Gentlemen...
Step right up...
Let's go see the elephant...

Well I'm a road runner honey... yeaaaoooo yea

I'm a road runner honey
And you can't keep up with me
Well I'm a road runner lover
And you can't keep up with me
You got a green light baby
Baby baby you will see

Well... move over honey
Baby... let me by
Yeah move over honey
C'mon... let me by
I wanna show you baby... cheers...
Here's mud in yo eye
Wellll... eat my dust

Lets have a road runner wedding
And we gotta get it right
They'll be a road runner wedding
Yeah but it can't be white
Wear the dress that I wanted
And burn some rubber tonight... huh huh ha ha...

Joe's solo...

Well I'm a road runner honey... beep beep
Well I'm a road runner honey... beep beep
Yeah I'm a road runner honey... beep beep
Well I'm a road runner honey... beep beep
Well I'm a road... run... ner
Well I'm a road... run... ner
Well I'm a road runner
A road runner
A road runner
A road runner... honey

(R. Fisher / K. Hopkins)

Shame shame shame on you Miss Roxy
Shame shame shame on you Miss Roxy
Shame shame... shame on what'choo done... yeah

You made me sweaty
Talkin' I was skin & bones
You cause your lovers grief
Oh.. look at me now

Shame shame shame on you Miss Roxy... thats right
Shame shame shame on you Miss Roxy
Shame shame... a shame on what'choo done
You know what ya done
You wanna butt
You wanna what
You wannna... ay ay ay

Yeeeaaahhh... well I was offered dice
I gav'em a touchin' hymn
But then the game broke a loose
Oh... you were the reason

Shame shame shame on you Miss Roxy
Yeah... shame shame shame on you Miss Roxy
Shame shame... shame on what'choo done... ay ay ay ay

And now you're talkin' back
Well I can tell your plan
You oughta eat my words down on your knees... aar

Shame shame shame on you Miss Roxy
Yeah yeah yeah yeah... shame shame shame on you Miss Roxy
Shame shame... a shame on what'choo done... wellll...

Shame shame a shame on you Miss Roxy
Shame shame shame shame
Shame shame shame shame ... yooh shame on you...
Shame on what'choo done... yeah

(Sonny Boy Williamson)

Well well well well...

You were talkin' bout'chor woman
I wish to God that'choo could see mine
You were talkin' bout'chor woman
I wish to God honey... that'choo could see mine
Every time that little girl start to loving... she bring eyesight to the blind

Lord... her daddy musta been a millionaire... 'cause I can tell by the way she
walk
Her daddy musta been a millionaire... 'cause I can tell by the way she walk
Every time she start loving... the deaf and dumb begin to talk
Yeah... you know what they say

I remember one Friday morning
We was lying down across your bed
Man in the bathroom was dying... eyes were sad and I stroked his head
And I said... Lordy... ain't she pertty... and the whole state knows shes
fine... yeah

And every every every time she start to loving... she bring eyesight to the
blind

What a woman I got here
Lean on me baby... lean on me
Oh...

Yes... I declare she pretty and the whole state knows she's fine
Man... I declare she pretty... Lordy Lordy I declare she's fine
Every every every every time she starts to loving... she bring eyesight to the

(Big Joe Williams)

Yeeeaaahhh...

A baby please don't go
Baby please don't go
Baby please don't go down to New Orleans
You know I love you so
Baby please don't go

Well your man down gone
Well your man down gone
Yeah... ya man down gone down to Californ
Ya got the shackles on
Baby please don't go

Some be the dog
Some be the dog... yeah
Some be the dog... get'chor way down here
Make you walk alone
Baby please don't go... yeah

Well alright...

Baby please don't go
Baby please don't go
Baby please don't go down to New Orleans
Ya know I love ya so
Baby please don't go

And I feel it right now...
My baby's leavin'
On that midnight train
And I'm dyin'... dyin'... dyin'... dyin'... dyin'... die... die... die...

Yeeeeaaaahhhh...
Baby please don't go
Baby please don't go
Baby please don't go down to New Orleans
Ya know I love ya so
A baby please don't go

Yeah...
Yeah...

(R. Shannon)

Ohh... cayeah...

What'cha say baby...
Umm huh...
Thats what I thought...

You're a no good heartbreaker
You're a liar... you're a cheat
And I don't know why I let you do that thing to me
My friends keep telling me... yeah... that'choo ain't no good
Oh why... I'd leave you if I could
I guess I'm on tight
And I'm stuck like glue
Cause I ain't never
I ain't never
I ain't never... no... no...
Loved a girl the way that I
I love you

Sometimes I know I thought
You would run outta fools
But I was so wrong
Ya got the one you'll never lose
The way you treat me is shame
How could you hurt me so bad
Woh... ooo... oohh... baby you know that I'm the best thing that you ever had
Kiss me once again
Don't'choo never never say that we're through
Cause I ain't never
Never
Never... no... no...
Loved a girl the way that I
I love you... yeah

I can't sleep at night... and I can't eat a bite
And I guess I'll never be free
Since you got your hooks in me

Oh oh I.... yeah
I... yeah

I ain't never loved a woman like I love ya
I ain't never loved a girl
I ain't never loved a woman like I put my arm aroun' ya
Yeah never loved a girl

I never loved a woman like I love ya
Aah yeah...

I ain't never loved a girl

Well I look way down that lonesome road
Well I look way down that lonesome road
Way way down
Way way down
Way way down that lonesome road

Well that back back train will getcha home
Back back train will getcha home
Back back train
Back back train
Back back train getcha home

Well I thought I heard that church bell toll
I thought I heard that church bell toll
Told your life
Told your life
Told your life somebody told me so

Well I'm goin home on morning train
I'm goin home on morning train
I'm goin home
Goin home
I'm goin home on morning train

Well that back back train will take you home
Back back train will take you home
Take me home
Take me home
Take me home

( Rev. G. Davis / Mississippi Fred McDowell )

You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move
Oh... when my God gets ready
You gotta move
You gotta move

You may be high
You may be low
You may be rich... yeah
You may be poor
But when the Lord get ready
You gotta move
You gotta move
Huh Huh... ooww...

Yes...

You may be old
You may be young
You may be weak
Maybe high-strung
But when the good Lord get ready
You gotta move
You gotta move

You see dat woman
Who walks the street
You see dat cowboy
Who walks his beat
But when the Lord gets ready
You gotta move
You gotta move
You got to... ooww

Yeah I was hangin' with the Devil when we made a pact
I'm drinkin' welfare whiskey smokin' food stamp crack
It was one part sour... two parts sweet
Three parts strong... and four parts weak
I would rather sit on a pumpkin
And have it all to myself
Then to be crowded on a velvet cushion

You may be bad
You can not see
You may be deaf
It's all meant to be
Now when the Lord get ready
You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move
You got to know
When the good get ready
You gotta move
Huh huh... you gotta
You gotta move...

You gotta move

I never thought a first time love would ever last
How could a kiss like that knock me flat on my ass

Heh hea...

The burning bed
The roses dead
And now I'm dancing with myself

Yeah... I'm missing you
Just like you want me to
You made me trip into the grind
Now I can't get'choo off of my mind

Yeah... your sweet talking hip shaking wobble gonna blow a man away
Kiss butt... and guess what
Even double crossin' dogs have their day... hea ha
So forget about... regret about... you're right I ain't afraid to say

Yeah... I'm missing you
Just like you want me to
You made me trip into the grind
Now I can't get'choo off

And you know I tried
Leads to the same old lie
You made me slip into the grind
Now I can't get'choo off of the cloud we was on
And now it's all gone
Tell me why... why... why... why...
Why ain't I getting thorugh
Ain't no lie there out of love... love... love

Tell me was it good... for you

Tell me what'choo want

Yeah... cause I'm missing you
Just like you know I do
You made me trip into the grind
Now I can't get'choo off...
And you know I tried
Leads to the same old why
You made me trip into the grind
Now I can't... can't... can't get you...
Get you...
Get you...
Get you...
Get you...
Get you...
Get you ...
Get you...

(Willie Dixon)

Well I'm ready... ready as anybody can be
I am ready... a ready as anybody can be
I'm ready for you
I hope you ready for me

Got an out of town pistol with the graveyard frame
It shoots tombstone bullets... wit da ball and chain
I'm drinkin' TNT... and smokin' dynamite
I hope some schoolboy pick a fight
'Cause I'm ready... ready as anybody can be
Well I'm ready for you... I hope you ready for me

Now listen...

All you pretty little chicks with'chor curly hair
Know you feel like I ain't nowhere
But stop what'chor doin' honey... come over here
I'll prove it to ya baby that I ain't no square
'Cause I'm ready... ready as anybody can be
Now I'm ready for you... I hope you ready for me

Look out...
Look out...

Well I been drinkin' gin like never before
I'm feelin' so good... honey that's for sure
One more drink... honey I wish you would
Take a whole lotta lovin' to make me feel good
'Cause I'm ready... ready as anybody can be
Well I'm ready for you... I hope you ready for...
A ready for...
A ready for...

Well I'm ready for...

Oh baby...

(J.M. Cohen / Little Walter Jacobs)

My baby gimme high temperature
My baby gimme high temperature
Yeah... 101 when we... kiss and dance
102 honey... for a late night romance
103... 4 and 5... it get to hot to stay alive

My baby gimme high temperature
My baby gimme high temperature
When I see her comin'... down the street
I be the fever giver... high to the beat
103... 4 and 5... it get to hot to stay alive

My baby gimme high temperature
My baby gimme high temperature
97... 98 is just a... false alarm
My temperature 105 when I hold her... in my arms

Baby, please stop messin' 'round
You'll be messin' around all the time
Baby, please stop messin' around
You'll be messin' around all the time
If you don't stop messin' 'round
You'll be somebody's friend
Instead of mine, yes sir

You're rockin' the temprature
My baby's cherry red
You're rockin' so hard
I fall right out of bed

I said,
Baby, please stop messin' 'round
You'll be messin' around all the time
If you don't stop messin' 'round
You'll be somebody's friend
Instead of mine

You're rockin' the temprature
My baby's cherry red
You're rockin' so hard
I fall right out of bed

I said,
Baby, please stop messin' 'round
You'll be messin' around all the time
If you don't stop messin' 'round
You'll be somebody's friend

(Mississippi Fred McDowell)

Jesus is on the main line... tell him what'choo want
Jesus is on the main line... tell him what'choo want
Jesus is on the main line... tell him what'choo want
Wooo... call him up and tell him what you want

Yeah... he will come in a hurry... just tell him what'choo want
I said... he will come in a hurry... just tell him what'choo want
Oh he will come in a hurry... just tell him what'choo want
Oh... call him up and tell him what'choo want

Jesus is on the main line... tell him what'choo want
Jesus is on the main line... tell him what'choo want
Jesus is on the main line... just tell him what'choo want
Oh... call him up and tell him what'choo want

If you're sick and you can't get well... just tell him what'choo want
Wooo... if you're sick and you can't get well... just tell him what'choo want
Yeah... if you're sick and you can't get well... tell him what you want
Wooo... call him up and tell him what'choo want

Jesus is on the main line... tell him what'choo want
Yeah... Jesus is on the main line... just tell him what you want
Jesus is on the main line... just tell him what you want