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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


Live Bootleg (1978)
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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, Hamilton)

Sweet emotion
Sweet emotion

Talk about things that nobody cares
Wearing other things that nobody wears
Ya callin' my name but I gotta make clear
I can't say baby where I'll be in a year

Some sweat hog mama with a face like a gent
Said my get up and go musta got up and went
Well I got good news she's a real good liar
'Cause backstage lover set your pants on fire

Sweet emotion
Sweet emotion

I pulled into town in a police car
Your daddy said I took you just a little too far
Tellin' other things but your girlfriend lied
You can't catch me cause the rabbit done died

Yes it did

Standin' in the front just a shakin' your ass
I take you back stage you can drink from my glass
I talk about something you can sure understand

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(Tyler)

Down to who knows who just to socialize
I'm waiting for my girls when you caught my eyes
You got no way to make a man
Honey you got to understand
I'm your man child
Lord of the thighs

Well well lordy my God what do we got here
She's flashin' 'cross the floor
Make it perfectly clear
You're the bait and you're the hook
Someone 'bound to take a look
I'm your man child lord of the thighs

You must have come here to find it
You've got the look in your eyes
Although you really don't mind it
I am the lord of your thighs

You must have come here to find it baby
You've got the look in your eyes
Although you really don't mind it

. . .


(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

. . .


(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

. . .



Here come old flat top
He come groovin' up slowly
He got joo joo eyeball
He one holy roller
He got hair down to his knee
Got to be a joker he just do what he please

He wear no shoeshine
He got toe jam football
He got monkey finger
He shoot Coca Cola
He say I know you, you know me
One thing I can tell you is you got to be free

Come together
Right now
Over me

He bag production
He got walrus gumboot
He got Ono sideboard
He one spinal cracker
He got feet down below his knee
Hold you in his armchair you can feel his disease

Come together
Right now
Over me

He roller coaster
He got early warning
He got muddy water
He one mojo filter
He say one and one and one is three
Got to be good lookin' 'cause he's so hard to see

Come together
Right now
Over me

Come Together
Come Together
Come Together
Come Together

. . .


(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, Hamilton)

Please I just got to talk to you
Please a get your your head out of the loo
Please and we're a long long way from home
Please you'd turn a young man's face to stone

Sick as a dog what's your story
Sick as a dog a cat got your tongue
Sick as a dog you'll be sorry
Sick as a dog you're really ain't that young

Please you were much to my surprise
Please you're the lady in disguise
Please you're the only a friend I got
Please you'll be the last to see me rot

Sick as a dog what's your story
Sick as a dog cat got your tongue
Sick as a dog you'll be sorry
Sick as a dog 'cause ya really ain't that young

Please it's a shame you're so refined
Please you was the last thing on my mind
Please don't be late to take it light
Please you're gonna bay into the night

Sick as a dog what's your story
Sick as a dog cat got your tongue
Sick as a dog you'll be sorry
Sick as a dog 'cause you really ain't so young

Take it light
Take it light
Take it light
Take it light
Say goodnight

. . .


(Tyler)

Every time that I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face getting clearer
The past is gone
It went by like dusk to dawn
Isn't that the way
Everybody's got their dues in life to pay

Well, I know nobody knows
Where it comes and where it goes
I know it's everybody's sin
You got to lose to know how to win

Half my life's in books' written pages
Live and learn from fools and from sages
You know it's true
All the things come back to you

Sing with me sing for the years
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tears
Sing with me if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

Sing with me sing for the year
Sing for my laughter and sing for the tear
Sing with me if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

Dream on dream on dream on
Dream yourself a dream come true
Dream on dream on dream on
Dream until your dream comes true
Dream on dream on dream on dream on
Dream on dream on dream on yeah

Sing with me sing for the year
Sing for my laughter and sing for the tear
Sing with me if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

Sing with me sing for the year
Sing for my laughter and sing for the tear
Sing with me if it's just for today

. . .


(Supa)

You act like a prima donna
Playin' so hard to get
Actin' so cool and nonchalant
Draggin' on a cigarette
You keep a wall all around ya
Well I'll get through some day
And I want your love
If push comes to shove
Gonna chip that wall away

Chip awaaay
Chip away at the stone
An' I won't stop till your love it my very own

Chip awaaay
That's what I'm gonna do
Sweet little mama, I wanna get next to you

You stand like a marble statue
Tryin' to look so hard
All decked out in your antique dress
While the boys all promenade

Even a rock will crumble
If you strike it night and day
If hammer I must
I'm gonna get through your crust
Gonna chip that stone away

Chip awaaay
Chip away at the stone
An' I won't stop till your love it my very own

Chip awaaay
That's what I'm gonna do
Sweet little mama, I wanna get next to you

Chip awaaay
Chip away at the stone
An' I won't stop till your love it my very own

Chip awaaay
That's what I'm gonna do
Sweet little mama, I wanna get next to you
Yes I do yes I do.

Chip away chip away at the stone
Chip away chip away at the stone

I won't stop, I won't stop
I won't stop, I won't stop
I won't stop, I won't stop

I won't stop, I won't stop
I won't stop, I won't stop
I won't stop, I won't stop

And chip it

. . .


(Tyler, Perry, Douglas, Johansen)

Goin' downtown goin' down goin' down
'Neath the city eatin' ground round
Underground is pretty gritty

I turned the screw she held the light
That's when I knew she was a

Sight for sore eyes
She was a sight for sore eyes
She was a sight for sore eyes
She was a sight for sore eyes

Playin' no fair sleepin' under stairs
Downtown's a pity takin' fair square
Never where it's pretty gritty

I turned the screw she held the knife
Oh holy Jesus

She's a sight for sore eyes
Oh she's a nitty nitty nitty
A sight for sore eyes
Oh she's a nitty gritty

Turnin' in style
Walk a mile for your titty
Naked foul while under there
Underwear that's pretty gritty

Hey don't you know people
She's a love lust hussy
She left oh she rust me
Dear old girl

She was a sight for sore eyes but she was sittin' pretty
Sight for sore eyes she was a nitty gritty
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes

Peeled back and parted
Even in the car
It was delight or demise
I'm livin' like a leopard king
Sight for sore eyes

She was a sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes

. . .


(Tyler)

It ain't easy livin' like a gypsy
Tell ya honey how I feel
I've been dreaming floatin' down stream
And losin' touch with all that is real

Whole earth lover keepin' under cover
Never knowin' where ya been
You've been fadin' always out paradin'
Keepin' touch with Mama Kin

Well you've always got your tail on the wag
Shootin' fire from your mouth just like a dragon
You act like a perpetual drag
You better check it out or someday soon you'll have to climb back on the wagon

It ain't easy livin' like ya wanna
It's so hard to find piece of mind- Yes it is
The way I see it you've got to say shit
But don't forget to drop me a line

Said you're as bald as an egg at eighteen
And workin' for your dad is just a drag
He still stuffs your mouth with your dreams
You better check it out or someday soon you'll have to climb back on the wagon

Keep in touch with Mama Kin
Tell her where you've gone and been
Livin' out your fantasy
Sleeping late and smoking tea

Keep in touch with Mama Kin
Tell her where you've gone and been
Livin' out your fantasy
Sleeping late and smoking tea

It ain't easy livin' like ya wanna
It's so hard to find piece of mind -Yes honey
The way I see it you've got to say shit
But don't forget to drop me a line

Said you're as bald as an egg at eighteen
And workin' for your dad is just a drag
He still stuffs your mouth with your dreams
You better check it out or someday soon you'll have to climb back on the wagon

Keep in touch with Mama Kin
Tell her where you've gone and been
Livin' out your fantasy
Sleeping late and smoking tea

Keep in touch with Mama Kin
Tell her where you've gone and been
Livin' out your fantasy

. . .


(Tyler)

Stage coach lady hourglass body
Makin' things glow in the night
Well she would if she could
And she'd be good if she would
Only be a lover she'd be out tonight
'Cause I'm a bad a lonely school-boy and I'm a rat
And it's too bad can't get me none of that

Salt Lake City salt lickin' biddies bogus honey stinkin' of gin
Well my daddy was hard his face was pretty scarred from kickin' ass
And playin' poker to win
'Cause I'm a bad lonely school-boy and I'm a rat
And it's too bad can't get me none of that

It's too bad

It's too bad can't get me none of that

Loose old lady my mama Katy chivalry was born at her feet
Well she shoulda thought twice when pa shot his dice
The night she put my daddy to sleep
'Cause I'm a bad lonely school-boy and I'm a rat
It's too bad can't get me none of that
It's too bad Lord it's too bad
I said it's too bad Lord it's too bad
I said it's too bad it's too bad

. . .


(Carter)

For all night Dwight

Got a '56 Cadillac
With a spare tire on the back
Got a charge account in my old bank
Said, I Ain't Got You

Well got a classic and a pool
And a big hair ghoul
No matter who I fool
Said, I Ain't Got You

I got a taylor and a liquor store
I played the number four, four, four
Got a mojo and don't you know
I'm dressed up with no place to go
I got women to the left of me
Women to the right of me
I got chicks all around me
Said, I Ain't Got You
I said, I ain't got you

Yeah, I got a taylor and a liquor store
I play the number four, four, four
I got a mojo' yeah, and don't you know
I'm dressed up with no place to go
Got woman to the left of me
Woman to the right of me
I got chicks all around me
Said, I ain't got you
I said, I ain't got you

Mr. Whitford!

Yeah, I got a taylor and a liquor store
I play the number four, four, four
Got a mojo and don't you know
I'm dressed up with no place to go
Got woman to the left of me
Woman to the right of me
I got chicks all around me
Said, I ain't got you
I said, I ain't got you

Oh Joe!

I got a taylor and a liquor store
I play the number four, four, four
I got a mojo and don't you know
I'm dressed up with no place to go
I got woman to the left of me
I got woman to the right of me
I got chicks all around me
Said, I ain't got you
I said, I ain't got you

. . .


(Brown, Ellis)

Well...some like 'em short
Some like 'em tall
Some like 'em thin
Skinny legs and all
I like 'em buttered
I like 'em proud
Now when they walk
You know they draw a crowd

See...'eah, well you got to have a mother for me
Gotta have, watcha say, whatcha say...
See...'eah, well you got to have a mother for me
One more, gimme, gimme
See...hey, well you got to have a mother for me
Heah!

Yeah...popcorn...'eah, popcorn, 'eah
Cheese cake...'eah, cheese cake
Where are you honey, I can't see ya
There ya baby!
'Eah, 'eah uumm uumm uum...'eah
Listen here

Some like 'em short, some like 'em tall
Some like 'em thin, skinny legs and all
I like 'em buttered, I like 'em proud
And when they walk, you know they draw a crowd

See...heah well, you got to have a mother for me...'eah
Listen here!
See...uuumm well, you got to have a mother for me...'eah
See...well you got to have a mother for me...'eah
See...well you gotta have a mother for me
Said you gotta have a mother for me
Said you gotta have a mother for me
Said you gotta have a mama
Said you gotta have a mama
Said you gotta have, said you gotta have
I said you gotta have, I said you gotta have
Get on...

She got to give just what she got
To get just what she wants
She got to give just what she got
To get just what she wants
She got to give just what she got
To get just what she wants
She got to give just what she got
She can get, she can get a what she wants
What it is, what it is, just what it is

See...well, you gotta have a mother for me
See...well, you gotta have a mother for me
See...uuumm well, you gotta have a mother for me
Let's get outta here

See...well, you gotta have a mother for me
Said you gotta have a mother for me
Said you gotta have a mother for me
Said you gotta have a mama, said you gotta have a mama
Said you gotta have
Said you gotta have
I said you gotta have
Said you gotta have
I said you gotta have
Said you gotta have
I said you gotta have

. . .


(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

. . .


(T. Bradshaw, L. Mann, H. Kay)

Well on a train I met a dame
She rather handsome we kinda looked the same
She was pretty from New York City
I'm walkin' down that old fair lane
I'm in heat I'm in love
But I just couldn't tell her so

I said train kept a rollin' all night long
Train kept a rollin' all night long
Train kept a rollin' all night long
Train kept a rollin' all night long
With a heave and a ho
But I just couldn't tell her so no no no

Well get along
Sweet little woman get along
On your way get along
Sweet little woman get along
On your way
I'm in heat I'm in love
But I just couldn't tell her so no no no

Well on a train I met a dame
She rather handsome we kinda looked the same
She was pretty from New York City
I'm walkin' down that old fair lane
I'm in heat I'm in love
But I just couldn't tell her so

I said train kept a rollin' all night long
Train kept a rollin' all night long
Train kept a rollin' all night long
Train kept a rollin' all night long
With a heave and a ho
But I just couldn't tell her

Well get along
Sweet little woman get along
On your way get along
Sweet little woman get along
On your way
I'm in heat I'm in love
But I just couldn't tell her

Well we made a stop in Albequerque
She must'a thought I was a real cool jerk
Got off the train and put her hands up
Lookin' so good child I couldn't let her go
But I just couldn't tell her so

I said train kept a rollin' all night long
Train kept a rollin' all night long
Train kept a rollin' all night long
Train kept a rollin' all night long
I'm in heat I'm in love

. . .


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