NAZARETH:   Rampant

Silver Dollar Forger

Swingin' my sweet chariot low
Gotta make it home to Georgia
Excise lawman on my trail
I'm a silver dollar forger
I see a road block on my right
Engine take me through the night
Got to make it home to the arms of my sweet baby

Twenty miles from that Georgia state
I can hear the sirens wailing
If only I can cross that line
And leave the police trailing
I see a red light at my rear
Now I'm sweating cold steel fear
Got to make it home to the arms of my sweet baby

I'm tired of all this running
Hiding from the light
I want to walk out in the sun

I'll soon be home I can see the clay
I'll soon be in Atlanta
If only I can hold that line
I can live just how I want to
I see the state line in my lights
Engine take me through the night
Got to make it home to the arms of my sweet baby

Glad When You're Gone

Now you say that you're leaving
Well it can't be too soon
And you spend all of my money
You knocked my guitar out of tune

Well you say you're sick and tired
Tired of having me around
And you call me cheating liar
You drove my car into the ground

And I'll be glad when you're gone
Yes I'll be glad when you're gone
And when you walk out that door
Darling please don't come back no more

Now I wish I'd never known you
And I wish we'd never met
I was drunk you gave me whiskey
When I was ill you called the vet

And I'll be glad when you're gone
Yes I'll be glad when you're gone
And when you walk out that door
Darling please don't come back no more

Well you say that it's over
And you think you'll bring me down
If you come back looking for me
I'll be out there on the town

Loved And Lost

Bad luck is dogging me around
Bad luck is dogging me around
And I can't change my ways
Because I've been made second grade

And it's better to have loved
Loved and lost
Yes it's better to have loved
Loved and lost
It's better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all

No love has come to me and stayed
No love has come to me and stayed
But I can't win this race
But to try to run ain't no disgrace

And it's better to have loved
Loved and lost
Yes it's better to have loved
Loved and lost
It's better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all

Losing hands have always been my deal
Losing hands have always been my deal
Never have drawn, drawn the ace
But when trouble came
I always looked it in the face

Shanghai'd In Shanghai

Standing on a corner in downtown LA
Waiting for the man to come along
She comes up to me and says: "Too bad, too sad"
You know that he's been dead and gone

LA lady, kinda shady
She picked him up and took him home

I woke up groggy my sight was smoggy
And I knew that it had been blown

Early in the morning sitting in a hotel
Moscow's looking fine through the wine
Spaced out I crashed out
When the KGB came on my line

It's a cold one, bein' sent down
It's gotta be fifty below

Mama here's a postcard to let you know
I'm in a salt mine and looking for coal

Shanghai'd in Shanghai
Stood on in Tuscon
Ripped off and kicked right out the bed

Flyin' across the desert from Texas to Tuscon
But we're headed for a southern star
The captain says it's fine in Havana
This dude behind me needs a cigar

He's a big one, he's got a big gun
I guess we better go along

Mister we've got a gig in Arizona
Second billing to the rolling stones

Shanghai'd in Shanghai
Stood on in Tuscon
Ripped off and kicked right out the bed
Shanghai'd in Shanghai
Laid low in 'Frisco
Done in and left behind for dead

Jet Lag

I'm going back to New York City
Times Square sure will be shining bright
I know it sure looks pretty
But I don't go down there every night

I'm gonna take in Memphis
You know the one down in Tennessee
And if you wanna boogie
Now that's the place to be

Sitting in a bar in Macon
Drinking something called Rebel Yells
When I thought I heard someone ringing
I guess she's a southern bell

We just cut out of El Paso
It just fries there in that desert sun
And if you've ever been down there man
Then you know why we run

I got jet lag
And living out an overnight bag
Time changes every day
They do things a different way
Back in the USA

Trying hard to make a phone call
"Long distance overseas"
"Yes ma'am I did say Scotland"
"Could you spell that again for me please"

Wind west to Colorado
You know that it just blew my mind
I'd love to go back there next trip
I sure hope we get some time

I got jet lag
And living out an overnight bag
Time changes every day
They do things a different way
Back in the USA

Driving down a Detroit freeway
Just looking at those concrete walls
Hey but it's a good town to rock 'n' roll in
"What do you mean the police closed the god damned hall?"

Flyin' home tomorrow
To be there's gonna be just great
And after some time with my lady
I'm gonna be back to rock' n' roll in the States

Light My Way

Locked in a shadow
Praying for release
You found my prison
Your love was the key
So come on, light my day
And come on, light my way

Lonely's just a word now
Something from my past
Horizon's look brighter
Loving you will last
So come light my day
And come light my way

The world's now my oyster
Had me marked "reject"
You changed the story
Gave me back respect
So come on, light my day
And come on, light my way

Sunshine

Sunshine, every single day
Helps to light my way
And darling, right before my eyes
It don't come as no surprise
That it's easy
Easy loving you

And baby, till you came along
There was always something wrong
Around me
There was emptiness of course
But it's alright
And it's easy
Easy loving you

And sunshine, having you around
You're the light I never found
And darling, every minute you're away
But it's brighter
And it's easy
Easy loving you

Shapes Of Things

Shapes of things before my eyes
Just teach me to despise
Will time make men more wise?

Here within my lonely frame
My eyes just hurt my brain
But will it seem the same?

Come tomorrow, will I be older?
Come tomorrow, maybe a soldier
Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today?

Now the trees are almost green
But will they still be seen
When time and tide have been?

Oh, into your passing hands
Please don't destroy these lands
Don't make them desert sands

Space Safari (Instrumental)


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