Patrick Simmons -
Guitars//Vocals

Tiran Porter -
Bass Guitar/Vocals

John Hartman -
Drums

Keith Knudsen -
Drums/Vocals

Jeff Baxter -
Guitars

Words by
Tom Johnston

Music by
Patrick Simmons

She can capture your heart
when they start the music playin';
sparkle in her eyes, you better be wise,
or you will end up losin' your mind.

I said, baby, pretty baby, gotta get my hands on you.
Somethin's got a hold on,
somethin's got a hold on me;
somethin's got a hold on,
somethin's got a hold on me. 

She was born with it in her soul,
Lord, she knows how to rock and roll;
she was born with it in her soul,
Lord, she knows how to rock and roll. 

She's the answer to a poor boy's dream,
never seen such a sweet young thing;
she's a teaser, love to squeeze her,
an actress from a fantasy scene.

I said baby, pretty baby, open your eyes to the truth.
Somethin's got a hold on,
somethin's got a hold on me;
somethin's got a hold on,
somethin's got a hold on me.

She was born with it in her soul,
Lord, she knows how to rock and roll;
she was born with it in her soul,
Lord, she knows how to rock and roll. 

She's got the power, power in her soul;
she's got the power, power, rock and roll.
She's got the power, power in her soul;
she's got the power, power, rock and roll.

She's got the power, power in her soul;
she's got the power, power, rock and roll.
She's got the power, power in her soul;
she's got the power, power, rock and roll.

Repeat And Fade

Words and Music by
Patrick Simmons

Well, a travelin' man's affliction
makes it hard to settle down,
but I'm stuck here in the flatlands
while my heart is homeward bound.

Goin' back, I'm too tired to roam,
Loma Prieta, my mountain home
on the hills above Santa Cruz,
to the place where I spent my youth.

Goin' back, I'm too tired to roam,
Loma Prieta, my mountain home
on the hills above Santa Cruz,
to the place where I spent my youth.

Well, it was Neal Cassady that started me to travelin';
all the stories that were told, I believed them every one.
And it's a windin' road I'm on, you understand,
no time to worry 'bout tomorrow
when you're followin' the sun.

Papa, don't you worry now, and, mama, don't you cry;
sweet woman, don't forsake me, I'll be comin' by and by.

Goin' back, I'm too tired to roam,
Loma Prieta, my mountain home
on the hills above Santa Cruz,
to the place where I spent my youth.

Goin' back, I'm too tired to roam,
Loma Prieta, my mountain home
on the hills above Santa Cruz,
to the place where I spent my youth.

Goin' back, I'm too tired to roam,
Loma Prieta, my mountain home
on the hills above Santa Cruz,
to the place where I spent my youth.

Words And Music by
Tom Johnston

Sittin' by myself in the summertime
when the heat is burnin' down,
watchin' the golden crops in the field
just growin' without a sound.
I was a boy raised in the country
and it's still a part of me,
and you see, no matter where I go
it's a beautiful memory.

Rise with sun at the break of day,
lookin' out my window it's the same as yesterday.

Sittin' under an old oak tree,
pickin' my guitar in the shade,
that old tree spreadin' over my head
is the closest friend I made.
Just me and some lonely wooden music
floatin' through air,
the grass is rustlin' and the birds are singin'
and my heart don't have a care.

Still another day finds me in the fields;
sweat is soakin' up my ragged clothes,
but I'd rather work than steal.

Watchin' the sun settle down over open Texas land,
looking at the cattle and the horses runnin'
wild as they can.
Life was different in the old days,
you just get a day's work done.
When you were finished workin' in the fields,
there was chores at home to be done.
There was work at home to be done.
there was chores at home to be done.

I was always hearin' music, always wanna play me some.
As a full-time friend or the way to ease the end of a
woman that swayed me some.
Hearin' those tunes always had a way
of soothin' out my soul.
When times got hard and work got slow
it was music that kept me whole.

Sun burnin' down through the trees,
gets so hot bring a workin' man to his knees.
Part of my heart, part of my soul, part of a melody.
Hands are clappin' and people swayin' in simple harmony.
Life was different in the old days,
you just get a day's work done.
When you finished workin' in the fields
there was chores at home to be done.
There was work at home to be done.
there was chores at home to be done, yeah, yeah.

Late in the evenin' on the front porch.
when the sun is settin' in the west.
Me and the boys pass around the bottle
and sing what we like best.
Sing about our wives, sing about our children,
singin' out the Delta blues.
We're simple folks and we like it that way,
got nothin' left to lose.

Watchin' the sun settle down over open Texas land,
looking at the cattle and the silver horse runnin'
wild as they can.
Life was different in the old days,
you just get a day's work done.
When you were finished workin' in the fields,
there was chores at home to be done.
Part of my heart, part of my soul, part of a melody.
Hands are clappin' and people swayin', singin' in harmony.

Life was different in the old days,
you just get a day's work done.
When you were finished workin' in the fields,
there was chores at home to be done.
There was work at home to be done.
Singin' a lullaby.

Words And Music By
Tom Johnston

It's late at night, can't go to sleep;
eyes open wide, you're doin' your midnight creep, yeah.
Well it's a holiday for a circus dream,
'cause I'm a music man baby,
hangin' from a wire with no net below;
you know I'm gonna catch you if you fall.

Swirling dancers driftin' in the night make you go crazy,
forget what is wrong and what is right.
'Cause the melody gonna make you high,
float you away like a cloud in the sky,
and the music man with a song for you,
a sweet Georgia minstrel who loves to sing the blues

Come and get it,
come and get it,
come and get it.

When you get back home to your flat in the city,
notice that your neighbor has the radio on;
out of nowhere you gonna hear a sound
movin' through your head, spinning 'round and 'round.
'Cause the melody gonna make you high,
float you away like a cloud in the sky,
and the music man with a song for you
a sweet Georgia minstrel who loves to sing the blues

Come and get it,
come and get it,
come and get it.
 
 

Words and Musc by
Eddie Holland, Lamont Dozier
And Brian Holland

I know you're leavin, 'leavin' me behind;
I'm seein' you, darlin', for the very last time.
Show a little tenderness, mama, before you go;
Please let me feel your embrace once more .

Take me in your arms, rock me, rock me a little while,
oh, with you, darlin', rock me, rock me a little while.

We all must feel heartache sometime;
right now, right now I'm feelin' mine.
I tried my best to be strong but I'm not able;
I'm like a helpless child left in a cradle.
Before you leave me, mama, leave me far behind,
please let me feel happy one more time 

Take me in your arms, rock me, rock me a little while,
oh, with you, darlin', rock me, rock me a little while.

I'm losin' you and my happiness;
my life is so dark, I must confess.
I'll never, never see your smiling face no more;
I'll never, never hear your knock upon my door.
Before you leave me, leave me behind,
please let me feel happy one more time.

Take me in your arms, rock me, rock me a little while,
oh, with you, baby, rock me, rock me a little while.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

I'm beggin' little baby, (take me)
oh, baby, please, yeah, (take me, take me, take me)
c'mon baby, (take me)
can't you see me on my knees now? (take me, take me, take me)

C'mon baby, (take me)
baby, help please, (take me, take me, take me)
Comin' to ya' baby, (take me)
Oh, baby, please, please, please...

Take me in your arms, rock me, rock me a little while,
oh, with you, darlin', rock me, rock me a little while.
C'mon baby, rock me, rock me a little while,
oh, with you, darlin', rock me, rock me a little while.

Repeat and fade

Words and Music by
Patrick Simmons

The days grow short, the nights are gone;
since you were here I can't go on.
I cried for you, to no avail;
now my life runs cold when the night winds wail.

But I cheat the hangman, cheated him many times before;
the bell that tolls the hour has turned sweet lips to sour.
Yes, I cheat the hangman, and even when life has flown away
I leave a kiss behind.

The rain that fell upon my stone 
like tears you cry I shared alone.
I walk the night, I cannot sleep;
the love you spend you cannot reap .

But I cheat the hangman, cheated him many times before;
the bell that tolls the hour has turned sweet lips to sour.
Yes, I cheat the hangman, and even when life has flown away

I leave a kiss behind;
the glow of love will shine.
Lighted windows stare
at the stranger there returning home;
only lighted windows stare
at the lonely stranger there returning home.

Du du du du du du_____ du du,
du du du___ du du du___
du du du___ du du du___ .

I leave a kiss behind;
the glow of love will shine.
Lighted windows stare
at the stranger there returning home;
only lighted windows stare
at the lonely stranger there returning home.

Du du du du du du_____ du du,
du du du___ du du du___
du du du___ du du du___ .

Only lighted windows stare
at the lonely stranger there returning home.

Words and Music by
Tom Johnston

The sky is fallin' and the ground is reachin' up;
the river's goin' by and the water's gettin' high
and I feel like givin' up.
Standin' in the downpour with these
rainy day crossroad blues.
Got those woods on my left, city on my right,
don't wanna sleep alone tonight again, no I don't
Hole in my coat, hole in my shoes,
sittin' in Mobile singin' the blues about you, yes I am.

Company people call my house almost every day;
won't let a body concentrate,
gotta get some peace that way
Watchin' for that water risin',
think I'll put my guitar in my boat, yes I will.
'Cause I'm floatin' to the nearest levy
just to lay down in that sand .

Just pickin' wild berries, gettin' stung by honey bees;
the Lord above and the devil below
havin' a fight inside of me.
Thinkin' ' bout my gun, maybe that will set me free,
'cause thunder and lightnin' are trapped inside of me.

Innocent darlin' why treat your daddy this way?
The price of the question
is a mighty hard price to pay, yes it is.
'Cause you brought these
rainy day crossroad blues my way.
I can't take it no more.

Words and Music by
Tom Johnston

Mama, been workin', so hard;
keep on workin', mama, but you don't get far.
But baby I know, baby you're blind;
and I'll keep risin', mama, baby just to show you're mine.

I keep workin', I keep workin' on you.
I keep workin', I keep workin' on you.

Well I been watchin' you grow,
and baby, you got what it takes to let me know.
Sure as the devil, rise in the blind,
it's gonna be nasty, and it's gonna be mine.

I been workin', I been workin' on you.
Lord, I been workin', I been workin' on you.

Keep on movin', pretty baby, I feel you in my heart.
Gentle on me movin', honey, honey,
but you can't be far, you can't be far.
Baby but you keep on with me, true to form;
I can't ask for more now, baby, but your soul star is born.

Oh, I been watchin' you grow,
and baby, you got what it takes to let me know.
Sure as the devil, rise in the blind,
it's gonna be nasty, baby you're gonna be mine.

I been workin', I been workin' on you, yes I have.
Mama, I been workin', I been workin' on you, oh no.

Babe, I been workin', I been workin' on you.
I been workin', I been workin' on you.

Repeat and fade

Words and Music by
Patrick Simmons

There's a change been comin' over you;
well, you burn back, baby, now what can I do?
And all of that jive that your good friend's been sellin';
it ain't worth a nickel ya know, I been tellin' you.
And you could never live without my love babe;
there's no one else around who could take my place,
no, no, no.

Blue-eyed baby, I love you, yes I do.
Well, my blue-eyed baby, I love you, yes I do.

And nobody here can give the love that you need,
and I'm down on my knees and I'm bleedin', baby.
And you could never live without my love baby;
there's no one else around who could take my place, yeah.

Ev-'rybody tells me I'm bein' a fool;
ev-'rybody tells me you're bein' so cruel.
Ev-'rybody tells me, but I don't believe it, babe;
ev-'rybody tells me, everybody tells me.

Jeff "Skunk" Baxter -
Guitars

Tom Johnston -
Guitars/Vocals

Michael McDonald -
Keybaords/Vocals

Tiran Porter -
Bass/Vocals

John Hartman -
Drums

Keith Knudsen -
Drums/Vocals

1.  Wheels Of Fortune
2.  Takin' It To The Streets
3.  8th Avenue Shuffle
4.  Losin' End
5.  Rio
6.  For Someone Special
7.  It Keeps You Runnin'
8.  Turn It Loose
9.  Carry Me Away

Words and Music by
Patrick Simmons, Jeffrey Baxter
and John Hartman

Caught up in wheels of fortune while you've been asleep.
Come on, give it up, you got what's comin' to you.
No use for you to struggle, now you're in too deep;
it's gonna be a long, long time before it's through.

Changin' wheels of fortune, drivin' us on and on.
Winnin,' sometimes losin', as soon as it's here it's gone.
I'm so tired of losin', but I still play the game.
And I know there's no reason,
still I go on searchin' just the same.

Well, I've kicked around your city, seen your vanity.
Mister Society, can you hear me?
You take your satisfaction and you cover all the action,
but your loaded dice won't help you in the end.
And you can hear 'em callin'.

Changin' wheels of fortune, drivin' us on and on.
Winnin,' sometimes losin', as soon as it's here it's gone.
I'm so tired of losin', but I still play the game.
And I know there's no reason,
still I go on searchin' just the same.

Well, changin' wheels of fortune, drivin' us on and on.
Winnin,' sometimes losin', as soon as it's here it's gone.
And you can hear 'em callin'.
Changin' wheels of fortune, drivin' us on and on.
Winnin,' sometimes losin', as soon as it's here it's gone.

Words and Music by
Michael McDonald

You don't know me but I'm your brother.
I was raised here in this living hell.
You don't know my kind in your world.
Fairly soon the time will tell.

You, telling me the things you're gonna do for me.
I ain't blind and I don't like what I think I see.
Takin' it to the streets,
takin' it to the streets, no more need for runnin',
takin' it to the streets.

Take this message to my brother.
You will find him everywhere.
Wherever people live together,
tied in poverty's despair.

Oh, you, telling me the things you're gonna do for me.
I ain't blind and I don't like what I think I see.
Takin' it to the streets,
takin' it to the streets, no more need for runnin',
takin' it to the streets.
Takin' it to the streets,
takin' it to the streets, no more need for hidin',
takin' it to the streets.
Takin' it to the streets, takin' it to the streets,
takin' it to the...

Oh, you, telling me the things you're gonna do for me.
I ain't blind and I don't like what I think I see.
Takin' it to the streets,
takin' it to the streets, no more need for runnin',
takin' it to the streets.
Takin' it to the streets,
takin' it to the streets,
takin' it to the streets.

Repeat and fade

Words and Music by
Patrick Simmons

Hey, hey, honey, what's on your mind.
Well, you said that sleepin' with a poor band's
not your style.  Ain't that just a little unkind?
Hey, Marlon Brando,
what would you do in a spot like this?
I don't play as your pawn tonight,
doin' the New York Hustle with a hundred dollar miss.

Summer night in the city,
New York girls, they always make you feel so fine.
There's music, and I can always hear it playin'.
New York nights and there's music in the streets.

(Try'n' to catch a cab in New Your City)
(New York girls are, oh, so pretty)
(Try'n' to catch a cab in New Your City)
(New York girls make you feel so fine)
(Try'n' to catch a cab in New Your City)
(New York girls are, oh, so pretty)
(Try'n' to catch a cab in New Your City)
(and there's music in the streets)

A-doin' the Eight Avenue shuffle on a Friday afternoon,
with the hum of a thousand engines
singin' that old familiar tune.
And, now, yakety yak and don't talk back
when a guy lay me down with my Pontiac.
Tell those high school queens of mine
that the prom was for your monkey shine.

Summer night in the city,
New York girls, they always make you feel so fine.
There's music, and I can always hear it playin'.
New York nights and there's music in the streets.

Another night, another town,
I'm out on the road and there's no one around
and it's rainin', yeah, it's rainin'.
Silence is all around; it's cold and lonely
oh darlin', if only I could feel it.
Oh, can you feel it?
Oh, can you feel it?
Oooh, can you feel it?
Oh, can you feel it?
Oooh, can you feel it?
Ooh.

Doin' the Eight Avenue shuffle on a Friday afternoon,
with the hum of a thousand engines
singin' that old familiar tune.
Hey, Marlon Brando, you'll agree it feels so fine,
doin' the New York Hustle,
these girls are doin' the monkey shine.

Summer night in the city,
New York girls, they always make you feel so fine.
There's music, and I can always hear it playin'.
New York nights and there's music in the streets.

Words and Music by
Michael McDonald

There aren't enough words to say when all I mean
is I no longer love you.
I'd like to leave it lie right there for the rest ain't kind.

I'm pickin' up my pride and I'll be on my way
if you no longer need me.
I only had a word or two that I care to say.

Listen baby.
If you should ever find your spirit start to breaking,
when your heart is aching, remember me.
I was your fool for really quite a long time,
'till I found out how it feels to play on the losin' end.

When you fin'lly turn and find no one around
to catch you when you're falling,
to hear you when you're calling.
Oh remember me, oh darlin'.

When you fin'lly turn and find no one around
to catch you when you're falling,
to hear you when you're calling
from down on the losin' end.
Oh, ain't it just the losin' end.
Oh, darlin', ain't it just the losin' end.

Rio

Words and Music by
Patrick Simmons and Jeffrey Baxter

When things get stale, you get on a boat and sail to Rio.
The beaches and the sea, that's where I long to be, in Rio.

But I'm workin' for the man ev'ry day up in the city;
got to get away on a boat around the corner,
and it's waiting there for you and me in Rio.

Dark-eyed ladies there drive Mercedes ev'rywhere in Rio.
She said, "Do you wanna take a ride?"
So I jumped right in beside her in Rio.

But I'm workin' for the man ev'ry day up in the city;
got to get away on a boat around the corner,
and it's waiting there for you and me in Rio.

It's waiting there for me, in Rio,
it's waiting there for you, in Rio.
Oh, ev'rybody gonna get on down, in Rio.

When things get stale, I jump on a boat and sail to Rio.
The beaches and the sea, that's where I wanna be, in Rio.

But I'm workin' for the man ev'ry day up in the city;
got to get away on a boat around the corner,
and it's waiting there for you and me in Rio.

It's waiting there for me, in Rio,
it's waiting there for you, in Rio.
Oh, ev'rybody gonna get on down, in Rio.

Words and Music by
Tiran Porter

Well, I thought you'd be back on the track,
but I guess I was wrong, man,
for the look in your eyes
was the same empty high that you'd shown.
As I ran down the road
I'd forgotten this load was upon you,
so the band packed it's bags and played on, goodbye.

It's been years since I cried,
but this feeling inside really hurt me, man,
and you know that we're loyal,
through the years of hard toil we stood by.
But our licks' gotten better,
I thought you could weather the good times;
so I guess that it's hard
to leave bad times and downers behind.

So it came down to sayin' you haven't been playin'
for so long that our heads caked with rust
and the dust of a million sad sighs.
In the mornings I've tried to reach down inside
and push that nightmare away;
now I'm glad that it's over, it's over, now I can play.

Words and Music by
Micheal McDonald

Say, where you gonna go, girl, where you gonna hide?
You go on leavin' out your heart
and all it's sayin' deep inside.
From here, I can feel your heartbeat;
oh, you got me all wrong.
You ain't got no worry, you just been lonely too long.
Oh, no.

I know what it means to hide your heart
from a long time ago, oh, darlin'.
It keeps, you runnin', yeah, it keeps you runnin'.
It keeps you runnin'.
It keeps, you runnin', yeah, it keeps you runnin'.
It keeps you runnin'.
It keeps, you runnin', yeah, it keeps you runnin'.
It keeps, you runnin', yeah, it keeps you runnin'.

Oh, I know how you feel, yeah, you know I been there.
But what you're keeping to yourself,
oh, you know it just ain't fair.
Are you gonna worry for the rest of your life?
Why you in such a hurry, to be lonely one more night.

Well, I know what it means to hide your heart
from a long time ago, oh, darlin'.
It keeps, you runnin', yeah, it keeps you runnin'.
It keeps you runnin'.
It keeps, you runnin', yeah, it keeps you runnin'.
I know it does, baby.
It keeps, you runnin', yeah, it keeps you runnin'.
It keeps, you runnin', yeah, it keeps you runnin'.
It keeps you runnin'.

Words and Music by
Tom Johnston

People all around me, ev'rywhere I go.
I thought I had a grip on things, now I just don't know.
People turn their back on me; my feet are movin' slow.
I done time, I been shined; ain't gonna fight no more.
I'm gonna make it, I'm gonna try.
Ain't no use to sit and cry.

Turn it loose; don't hold back, got to set your spirit free.
Turn it loose; listen to me, children,
it's the best kind of remedy.
Turn it loose; you got the power,
that's the way it's got to be.
Turn it loose; get on board,
it's just for people like you and me.

Some friends, they hide it, yeah, yeah, keep it deep inside.
For the boy it's a struggle; don't you know it's a lie?
You got to be the real thing; it flows with the tide.
You are the person with the answer inside.
I'm gonna make it, I'm gonna try.
Ain't no use to hang your head and cry.
Hang your head and cry, hang your head and cry.

Turn it loose; don't hold back, got to set your spirit free.
Turn it loose; listen to me, children,
it's the best kind of remedy.
Turn it loose; you got the power,
that's the way it's got to be.
Turn it loose; get on board,
it's just for people like you and me.

Well, well, well.
Turn it loose; don't hold back, got to set your spirit free.
Turn it loose; listen to me, children,
it's the best kind of remedy.
Turn it loose; you got the power,
that's the way it's got to be.
Turn it loose; get on board,
it's just for people like you and me.

Turn it loose; don't hold back, got to set your spirit free.
Turn it loose; listen to me, children,
it's the best kind of remedy.
Turn it loose; you got the power,
that's the way it's got to be.
Turn it loose; get on board,
it's just for people like you and me.

Words and Music by
Michael McDonald

There was a place in East St. Louis,
it was nineteen fifty-nine.
When they played they filled the streets with music,
that lonely Blue-note music
that take your cares away, far away.

They packed the place when the band was playin'
to get some joy from a smoke-filled room.
Through the door you could see the bodies swayin';
the Blue-note band was playin'
some lonely Blue-note song, all night long.

Oh, it carried me away, oh, carried me away.
Oh, it carried me away, oh, carried me away.
No place I'd rather stay.

If you should ever make it to St. Louis,
on some hot and lonely night,
if you listen you can hear that Blue-note music;
they fill the streets with music,
it carries you away, far away.

Oh, it carried me away, oh, carried me away.
Oh, it carried me away, oh, carried me away.
No place I'd rather stay.