ALL NITE RADIOMILK AND HONEYWHIPPIN' BOY
RAIN ON THE WINDOWBACKROOM BOYSWHY DON'T YOU READ THE BOOK
I RANRAGS TO RICHESLOCAL STILL
WHERE ARE YOU NOW?

PRODUCED BY MANNY CHARLTON
ENGINEERED BY CALLUM MALCOLM
RECORDED AT LITTLE MOUNTAIN STUDIOS, VANCOUVER, CANADA
MIXED AT CASTLE SOUND STUDIOS, PENCAITLAND, SCOTLAND
All Nite Radio So youíve run outa numbers And youíve run outa lovers They wonít deliver that pizza Youíre hungry under the covers Youíre all alone in the moonlight Got to get ready for daylight All nite, all nite Listening to the all nite radio You could have been sleepiní You could have done anythiní But everbodyís singiní Good moriní All nite, all nite Listening to the all nite All nite radio (written and arranged by Nazareth) copyright 1983 Fool Circle Limited all rights reserved. Milk And Honey Welcome to the land of milk and honey This is where your braves died to be free Living in those days for love or money Left your heart and soul at wounded knee History and time are all you have now You were free from sea to shining sea But thatís no matter to the folks who live here You only ride your ponies on t.v. Weíve got everything youíll ever need Weíve got everything youíll ever need eEverything youíll ever need America, America America, America All your pride was wasted ainít that funny You never tried to bite the feeding hand Welcome to this land of milk and honey Where they keep you fenced on burning sand War dance for the customers on fridays Birthrights up for sale in tourist stores Carved your land and faces on your mountains Crazy horse can never tie the score Weíve got everything youíll ever need Weíve got everything youíll ever need Everything youíll ever need America, America America, America America, America America, America (written and arranged by Nazareth) copyright 1983 Fool Circle Limited all rights reserved. Whippin' Boy Trains, running through the town Missed my turn around Trains, got to break away Got to leave today Thereís nothiní gonna stop me From runniní the tracks You never saw me cominí And I ainít cominí back Iíve always been your whippiní boy I think itís time for a change Strange, itís always been the same Itís never you to blame Chains, drag me to the ground But no one turns around Thereís nothiní gonna stop me From runniní the tracks You never saw me cominí And I ainít cominí back Iíve always been your whippiní boy I think itís time for a change Names, numbers on your wall But Iím not gonna fall Games, Iím tired of playiní clown Another side show is leaviní town Thereís nothiní gonna stop me From runniní the tracks You never saw me cominí And I ainít cominí back Iíve always been your whippiní boy Thereís nothiní gonna stop me From runniní the tracks You never saw me cominí And I ainít cominí back Iíve always been your whippiní boy I think itís time for a change. (written and arranged by Nazareth) copyright 1983 Fool Circle Limited all rights reserved. Rain On The Window Round about midnight I feel the chill closiní in Living my stage fright I need the sun to begin - tomorrow Thinking Ďbout my life And all the changes she made And when she went running out All the colors fade - to midnight What a bad week Iíve had Thereís rain on the window What a bad week Iím sad Thereís rain on my window Will I be staying Or am I moving in Am I still standing Iíve gotta wait - sheís choosing * What a bad week Iíve had Thereís rain on the window What a bad week Iím sad Thereís rain on the window When the sun comes up It dries that rain on the window When the sun comes up It dries that rain on the window When the sun comes up It dries that rain on the window repeat * (written and arranged by Nazareth) copyright 1983 Fool Circle Limited all rights reserved. Backroom Boys The backroom boys are playiní real hard Thereís a lot of money rolliní on the next card Some are goiní up some are goiní down Someíll never make it to the next round Stone me it donít come free You gotta be a winner If you wanna be a backroom boy They got--a room full of women A table full of booze Gettiní meaner with the dealer--ícause he canít lose Someone shouts out,Ēitís a goddamn shameĒ The dealerís gettiní meaner with the cocaine *Stone me it donít come free Gotta be a winner If you wanna be a backroom boy Canít stay home get uptown Get your ear to the ground If you wanna be a backroom boy ** Up all night, playiní it right Backroom boys Look in your eye, never say die Backroom boys ** The backroom boys are all the same Even take your money when they play games Take you when youíre up, kick you when youíre down Youíll always be a loser in their town repeat * repeat ** repeat *** repeat * (2x) (written and arranged by Nazareth) copyright 1983 Fool Circle Limited all rights reserved. Why Don't You Read The Book Donít talk to the pilot When heís flyiní Donít smile at the soldier Heís on parade Donít come creeping round, youíll Catch me cryiní No more talkiní Ďbout it Itís all been said You drawn such a fine line baby Learniní all the rules Why donít ya read between them sometimes You wonít look such a fool Why donít you read the book, why donít you read the book Why donít you read the book, why donít you read the book Why show all your aces To the gambler If he calls your hand Youíre gonna lose Donít trust first impressions Of a stranger Private informationís Just telliní tales * You draw such a fine line baby Learniní all the rules Why donít ya read between them sometimes You wonít look such a fool ** Why donít you read the book, why donít you read the book Why donít you read the book, why donít you read the book repeat * repeat ** (written and arranged by Nazareth) copyright 1983 Fool Circle Limited all rights reserved. I Ran We made a promise But whatís the difference Call me friend, what you calling for You couldnít take me as I am But that was only party chat......I ran. You asked me up here You said it was ďgearĒ So Liverpool--but-- We never understood the slang We couldnít sing it like they sang But that was carnaby excuses......I ran. Like rent -a- driver Insurance freeway You can never tell You can only drive because experience Turns the corner now See what happens when you leave it Call me baby, how our love grows Supremely simple Like baby, baby, baby Youíre out of time Shine, shine shine Donít call me shine But thereís no rhythm to your rhyme......I ran. Like rent-a-driver Insurance freeway You can never tell You only drive because experience Turns the corner now See what happens when you Break a promise But whatís the difference Call me friend--what you calliní for You couldnít take me as I am But that was only party chat.....I ran. (written and arranged by Nazareth) copyright 1983 Fool Circle Limited all rights reserved. Rags To Riches Itís a sign of the times, standing in line Quietly waiting to go out of your mind Thereís nothing to say, no reason to stay To fight for the right that they have taken away Get what you get, not what you need Time after time * Rags to riches, all fallen down Rags to riches, tied up and bound Thereís no going under When youíre kicked to the ground Rags to riches..rags to riches Youíre down on your knees, caught in the freeze Crying inside but thereís no easy release Radical views--in yesterday news Giving the reason with another excuse Out on your own, cut to the bone Time after time repeat * (2x) (written and arranged by Nazareth) copyright 1983 Fool Circle Limited all rights reserved. Local Still Itís three oíclock in the morning And theyíre sayiní youíve had enough But you want another drink Good old north or southern stuff Youíre a boy from way down south Folks from the old north And itís friday night Itís party night for you King George he sent the excise men The yankee revenuers It donít matter what they try Theyíll never stop the brewiní Because a man will take a glass To make his spirits fly On a friday night Itís party night for you They bring out laws and taxes Try to cut you down If you canít go to the corner bar Then youíll go underground So come on down to your local still And buy yourself a thrill On a friday night Itís party night for you * Whiskey the water of life Thereís more to it than the pouriní Oiled the reel on the fiddle bow And sent the music soariní My old man and his old man They knew what they were doiní Loviní malt from the old land And the corn from tennessee If youíre feeliní lowdown You donít need no pill Come along and join the clan Support your local still You can win your bar-room blues Find that hazy delight On a friday night Itís party night for you repeat * Itís three oíclock in the morning And theyíre sayiní youíve had enough But you want another drink Good old north or southern stuff Youíre a boy from way down south Folks from the old north And itís friday night Itís party night for you. (written and arranged by Nazareth) copyright 1983 Fool Circle Limited all rights reserved. Where Are You Now Every single day I think of the times When you were still mine And Iím blue Got to get away Get you out of my mind Iím caught up in time And Iím blue I donít miss all the fun that we had You were always around me Where are you now I need you now If you were around It would be alright Living on my own I know Iím to blame Iím locked in my chains And youíre free Fallen like a stone Iím down on the ground Iím tied up and bound And youíre free I donít miss all the fun that we had You were always around me * Where are you now I need you now If you were around it would be alright repeat * (2x) (written and arranged by Nazareth) copyright 1983 Fool Circle Limited all rights reserved.