Night in the Ruts lyrics

Well, if you wanna rock
I got to be your rockin' horse
And if you wanna roll
Lord, I could blow you right out the door
Yes I could
We'll shake the world
When it's time to crash
But when I get home tonight
Lord, I guess I got to shake myself
A-look a-here

You need some lovin'
You must have the blues
You fucked your mind baby
Now that's a good thing to do

Now do the shake
The Rattlesnake Shake

Uncle Salty told me stories of a lonely
baby with a lonely kind of life to lead
my mammy was lusted, Daddy he was busted
they left her to be trusted till the orphan bleeds
but when she cried at night, no one came
and when she cried at night, went insane

Uncle Salty told me when she was just a baby
that she'd get by and maybe someday she'd see

got me the strangest woman
believe me this trick's no cinch
but I really get her going
when I whip out my big 10 inch

record of a band that plays the blues
well a band that plays its blues
she just love my big 10 inch
record of her favorite blues

last night I tried to tease her
I gave my love a little pinch
she said now stop that jivin'
now whip out your big 10 inch

Honey now...na, na, na, na, na....

Hush a bye my baby soft and new
Oooh, loveliness, gypsy dance in the rain
Hush a bye my baby what you do
Oooh, the baby cry
The wind she's callin your name... (Mia)
Ooooh... (Mia) ooooh... (Mia)
Ooooh... (Mia) ooooh...

Where you came from you ain't alone
Live and loved from the old jaw bone
Oh, don't you cry you're home sweet home

When will the clouds all blow it away
When will the good people have their say
Now I hope you're still around to see the day

Take a while, Think About It
Take a while, Think About It
Take a while, Think About It

Who's gonna tell what is up or down
Who can be the king or be the clown
Then climb your tree, take a look around

Take a while, Think About It
Take a while, Think About It

Flatbush boy cruisin' Sheepshead Bay
His boardwalk mama just a sniff away
Underground DMT, ridin' thunder train
The Coney Island white fish boy is on the run again

Ooooh, runnin' with the pack
Ooooh, and never lookin' back
Ooooh, know's just where he's been
That Coney Island white fish boy's
Been there and back again

Sixteen years with his boardwalk queen

I got a reefer headed woman
She fell right down from the sky
(Good Lord)
Woh...I got a reefer head a woman
She fell right down from the sky

Well, I gots to drink me a two fifths of whiskey
Just to get half as high

When the good Lord made that woman
He sure went to town
Oooh...when the good Lord made that woman
He sure went to town

Well, when he was feelin' high

Oh...
Take a walk in the warm New England sun
Ain't no time to look for clues
You get the point from Uncle Sam's loaded gun
Who be the hand that light the fuse

A take a look, take a look at my old billy goat
He used to raise all kinds of hell
He took a dose of radiation dope
A back in the barn is where he felt, like hell

Aar...Lucy, chromosome
Lucy, superdome

I met a babe in a backseat drive-in
Back in the saddle she'd sit
Pulled on the reins just to keep me risin'
She loved to chomp at the bit

Daddy do it, ooh, just do it
Daddy do it, please let me see
Do it, please just do it daddy
Do it, do it, drivin' me crazy

She always walks with her eyes
Down on her bootlace
She lives to give it away

Seems like the other day
My baby went away
She went away, 'cross the sea

It's been two years or so
Since I saw my baby go
And then this letter came for me

It said that we was through
She found somebody new
Oh, lemme think, lemme think
What shall I do

Oh, no
Oh, no
Oh, no no no no no
Remember, walking in the sand
Remember, walking hand in hand
Remember, the night was so exciting

Ooooh, on the beach in Cartegena
She, salty baby with the name
Oh, chiquita
No no, chiquita

She, takes me walkin' in de sunshine
She, she'll be lovin' 'til de moon shine

Love chiquita
Oh love chiquita

She, got the poppy eyed desire
Tease, 'til the boys put out your fire

Love chiquita
Oh, love chiquita

Oh, no, no, now don't you wake me up, I'm dreamin'

1971, we all heard the starters gun
New York is such a pity
But at Max's Kansas City we won

We all shot the shit at the bar
With Johnny O' Toole and his scar
And then old Clive Davis said
He's surely gonna make us a star
I'm gonna make you a star
Just the way you are

But with all his style
I could see in his eyes
That we is goin' on trial
And it was no surprize