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DISC 1

CALLED HER NAMEFOOL ABOUT YOUHARD LIVING
GOIN' DOWNRAZAMANAZBROKEN DOWN ANGEL
NIGHT WOMANTOO BAD TOO SADTURN ON YOUR RECEIVER
BAD BAD BOYSHAPES OF THINGSSILVER DOLLAR FORGER
GLAD WHEN YOU'RE GONEJET LAG


DISC 2

DEAR JOHNMORNING DEWVIGILANTE MAN
PAPER SUNWOKE UP THIS MORNINGBOOGIE
LOVE HURTSEXPECT NO MERCYTHIS FLIGHT TONIGHT
WHISKEY DRINKIN' WOMANHAIR OF THE DOGTEENAGE NERVOUS BREAKDOWN
ROAD LADIES
GOIN' DOWN Goiní down Goiní down, down, down, down, down Goiní down Goiní down, down, down, down, down Iíve got my big feet in the window My head is on the ground Take me down You know I crawled across the floor Take me down Crawled across the floor Back to Chatanooga to see my sister once more Come on take me down Goiní down Goiní down, down, down, down, down Goiní down Goiní down, down, down, down, down, down, down Iíve got my big feet in the window My head is on the ground Come on, come on take me down Iím goiní down PAPER SUN Thereís a paper sun In a paper sky Thereís an empty place And I donít know why That paper sun In that paper sky Canít help me now sheís gone Iím on my own Canít help me now, Iím all alone Thereís a painted moon In a painted night Thereís an empty plate And it donít seem right That painted moon In that painted night Canít help me now sheís gone Iím on my own Canít help me now, Iím all alone And all the pain And all the rain that falls Canít bring her back She donít want me at all Thereís a falling star And it wonít touch down Thereís and empty face Another lonely clown That falling star that wonít touch down And all the pain And all the rain that falls Canít bring her back She donít want me at all And all the pain And all the rain that falls Canít bring her back She donít want me at all And all the pain And all the rain that falls Canít bring her back She donít want me at all..ll..ll Ahhhh BOOGIE Walkiní down on main street Well, itís not the same street like before Those drinks that Iíve been drinkiní Were stirred not shaken, ooh itís sore My legs have gone all weak Itís so hard for me to speak anymore I must get home to bed And rest my aching head, thatís for sure Driviní in the country The grass is green as it was before Rolled up on that river Just ainít as clean thatís for sure You know my legs have gone all weak Itís so hard for me to speak anymore I must get home to bed And rest my aching head, thatís for sure Goiní down to main street to buy some wine Make some love with that woman of mine Drink some wine Love some time Ah- walkiní down on main street Well itís not the same street like before Those drinks that Iíve been drinkiní Were stirred not shaken, ooh itís sore You know my legs have gone all weak Itís so hard for me to speak anymore Well I must get home to bed Rest my aching head and thatís for sure ROAD LADIES By: Frank Zappa as performed by Nazareth Said, don't it ever get lonesome? Don't it ever get sad when you go out on the road? No, don't it ever get lonesome? Don't it ever get sad when you come here to Seattle on a four day show of the tour And you got nothing but groupies and promotors to love you and a pile of laundry by the hotel door. Don't it ever get lonesome? Don't it ever make a young man blue? Don't it ever get lonesome? Don't it ever make a young man where heíll just wanna go back home? When the P.A. system eats it, And the band plays some of the most terriblest shit you've ever known. Don't you ever miss your house in the country and your hot little mamma there? Don't you ever miss your house in the country and your hot little mamma there? Don't you better get a shot when you find out what the Road Ladies do to you. I swear someday I ainít never, I'm never gonna go out on the road again. I swear someday I ainít never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never gonna roam the country side. No more. I'm gonna hang up them ol' holiday inns, dude and watchin someone do it on the floor Don't you ever miss your house in the country and your hot little mamma there? Don't you ever miss your house in the country and your hot little mamma there? Don't you better get a shot when you find out what the Road Ladies do to you. What the road ladies do to you!