Back In The
Saddle
(Tyler/Perry)
I'm back!
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back!
I'm back in the saddle again
Ridin' into town alone by
the light of the moon
I'm lookin' for old Sukie
Jones, she crazy horse saloon
Barkeep gimme a drink, that's
when she caught my eye
She turned to give me a wink,
that'd make a grown man cry
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back!
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back!
Come easy, go easy, all right
until 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, I scream for more
Fools' gold out of their
mines, 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 back!
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm ridin', I'm loadin' up
my pistol
I'm ridin', I really got
a fistful
I'm ridin', I'm shinin' up
my saddle
I'm ridin', this snake is
gonna rattle
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back!
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back!
Ridin' high!
Ridin' high!
Ridin' high! already!
Walk This Way
(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 schoo
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
Like this!
Movin' Out
(Tyler/Perry)
We all live on the edge of town
Where we all live ain't a soul around
People start a-comin', all we do is just a-grin
Said we gotta move out cause the city's movin' in
I said we gotta move out cause the city's movin' in
Tell me who ya know, and I'll tell ya who too
Go see my friend and he'll set you free
Tell me what you need and maybe I can go too
No one knows the way but maybe me
Nobody goes there, nobody shows where
Nobody knows where you can find me
Good morning glory, halleluh to ya
What is the story and what's been goin' through ya?
Livin' like a king off the fat of the land
Workin' like a dog in a rock n' roll band
We're movin' -- we're gettin' out
We're movin' -- without a doubt
We're movin' -- we're goin' far
We're movin' -- oh yes we are
Nobody goes there, nobody shows where
Nobody knows where you can find me
Level with God and you're in tune with the universe
Talk with yourself and you'll hear what you wanna
know
Gotta rise above cause below it's only gettin' worse
Life in time will take you where you wanna go, where
you wanna go, x's a bunch
Baby catch ya round, I don't know where I'm goin'
Draw The Line
(Tyler/Perry)
Checkmate honey, beat ya
at your own damn game
No dice honey, I'm livin'
on the astral plane
Feet's 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
An Indian summer, Carrie was
all over the floor
She was a wet net winner,
and rarely ever left the store
She'd sing and dance all
night, and wrong all the right out of 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 songs
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're the
salt, you're the queen of the brine
Checkmate honey, you're the
only one who's got to 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, the toss
The price, the dice
Grab yourself a slice
Nowhere to draw the line
Same Old Song And Dance
(Tyler/Perry)
Get yourself cooler, lay yourself low
Coincidental murder, with nothing to show
With the judge, constipation will go to his head
And his wife's aggravation, you're soon enough dead
It's the same old story, same old song and dance, my friend
It's the same old story, same old song and dance, my friend
Gotcha with the cocaine they found with your gun
No smoothy face laywer to getcha undone
Say love ain't the same on the south side of town
You could look, but you ain't gonna find it around
It's the same old story, same old song and dance, my friend
It's the same old story, same old story
Same old song and dance
Fate comes a-knockin', doors start lockin'
Your old time connection, change your direction
Ain't gonna change it, can't rearrange it
Can't stand the pain when it's all the same to you, my friend
When you're low down and dirty, from walkin' the street
With your old hurdy-gurdy, no one to meet
Say love ain't the same, on the south side of town
You could look, but you ain't gonna find it around
Last Child
(Tyler/Whitford)
I'm dreamin' tonight
I'm dreamin' back home
Right!
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
Got to 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
sweatheart
Sweathog ready to make a
silk purse
From a J Paul Getty and his
ear
With a face in a 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
Hand's on the plow and my
feets in the ghetto
Stand up, sit down
Don't do nothin'
Ain't no good when boss man's
stuffin'
Down their throats with paper
notes
As babies cry
When you're rockin' the street
Home Sweet Home
Mamma take me home sweet home
I was the last Child, just
a punk in the street
I was the last Child, just
a punk in the street
I was the last Child, just
a punk in the street
I was the last Child, just
a punk in the street
I was the last Child, just
a punk in the street
Let The Music Do The Talking
(Perry)
Rock-a-bye baby if you wanna dance
Grab yourself a body and take a chance
They say one time around is all you get
But I'm still dancin' so you lost your bet
I got a hardcore mama with a hot hoochie coo
Make my wheels start spinnin' like a formula 2
I got one for the money
Two for the show
Three for my honey
And four to let you know that I
Let the music do the talking
Let the music do the talking
Let the music do the talking
Let the music do the talking
Cheese cake maybe if I take another bite
I'm a real fat city I'm an aero delight
Threw out my pipe and my alcoline
Got a squeaky clean body and a dirty mind
I'm a real fine dancer I'll be cutting rug
Got my brand new baby she's my brand new drug
I got one for the money
Two for the show
Three for my honey
And four to let you know that I
Let the music do the talking
Let the music do the talking
Let the music do the talking
Let the music do the talking
Toys In the Attic
(Tyler/Perry)
In the attic
Lights
Voices scream
Nothin' seen
Real's the 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
Nothin' is left for the years
Voices scream
Nothin' seen
Real's the dream
Toys, toys, toys
In the attic
Toys, toys, toys
In the attic
