Bad Luck Streak In Dancing School
Warren Zevon
©1980 Zevon Music (BMI)

    David Lindley: Lap Steel Guitars
    Warren Zevon: Guitars, Strings
        (Sid Sharp, Concertmaster)
    Leland Sklar: Bass
    Rick Marotta: Drums

Bad luck streak in dancing school
Down on my knees in pain
Bad luck streak in dancing school
Swear to God I'll change
Swear to God I'll change
Swear to God I'll change
Swear to God I'll change
Pauline, don't make me beg

Bad luck streak in dancing school
Down on my knees in pain
I've been acting like a fool
Pauline I swear I'll change
Down on my knees in pain
Down on my knees in pain
Down on my knees in pain
Down on my knees in pain

Bad luck streak in dancing school
Down on my knees in pain
I've been breaking all the rules
Swear to God I'll change
Swear to God I'll change
Swear to God I'll change
Swear to God I'll change
Swear to God I'll change

Down on my knees in pain
Down on my knees in pain
Down on my knees in pain
Down on my knees in pain

A Certain Girl 
N. Neville
©1961 UNART Music Corporation (BMI)

    Waddy Wachtel: Lead Guitar
    Don Felder: Guitar
    Jorge Calderón: Guitar
    Leland Sklar: Bass
    Rick Marotta: Drums
    Jackson Browne and Rick Marotta: Vocals

Well, there's a certain girl I've been in love with a long, long time
What's her name? I can't tell you (Ahh...)
I can't reveal her name until she's mine
What's her name? I can't tell you (Ahh...)
I've tried to make her time and time again
Still we're introduced as nothing but friends
And there's a certain girl I've been in love with a long, long time
What's her name? I can't tell you (Ahh...)

There's a certain chick I've been sweet on since I met her 
What's her name? I can't tell you (Ahh...)
I can't reveal her name until I get her
What's her name? I can't tell you (Ahh...)
Someday I'm gonna wake up and say
I'll do anything just to be your slave
And there's a certain girl I've been in love with a long, long time
What's her name? I can't tell you (Ahh...)

There's a certain girl I've been in love with a long, long time
What's her name? I can't tell you (Ahh...)
I can't reveal her name until she's mine
What's her name? I can't tell you (Ahh...)
I've tried to make her time and time again
Still we're introduced as nothing but friends
And there's a certain girl I've been in love with a long, long time
What's her name? I can't tell you (Ahh...)
I can't tell you
What's her name? I can't tell you
What's her name? I can't tell you
What's her number? I can't tell you
I can't tell you
What's her name? I can't tell you
What's her number? I can't tell you
What's her name? I can't tell you
What's her name? I can't tell you
(repeat)

Jungle Work
Jorge Calderón and Warren Zevon
©1980 Zevon Music (BMI)

    Joe Walsh: Lead Guitar
    Warren Zevon: Guitars and String Synthesizer
    Leland Sklar: Bass
    Rick Marotta: Drums, Syndrums
    Jorge Calderón, Rick Marotta and Warren Zevon: Vocals

Lear jet S.W.A.T team
On a midnight run
With the M16
And the Ingram gun
We parachute in
We parachute out
"Death from above"
We're screaming now

Where the pay is good
And the risk is high
It's understood
We'll do or die
Sten gun in hand
Where the gun is law
From Ovamboland
To Nicaragua

Strength and muscle and jungle work
Strength and muscle and jungle work
Strength and muscle and jungle work
Strength and muscle and jungle work

Three young men
In a Russian truck
With a little M-10
Sent 'em running to the huts
These few young men
The few who dare
To battle in hell
Le Mercenaire!

Strength and muscle and jungle work
Strength and muscle and jungle work
Strength and muscle and jungle work
Strength and muscle and jungle work
Strength and muscle and jungle work
Strength and muscle and jungle work



Empty-Handed Heart
Warren Zevon
©1980 Zevon Music (BMI)

    Waddy Wachtel: Guitar
    Warren Zevon: Piano, Strings (Sid Sharp, Concertmaster)
    Leland Sklar: Bass
    Rick Marotta: Drums
    Linda Ronstadt: Descant

All these empty places
I try so hard to fill
Will I find another love?
I pray to God I will
Girl, we had some good times
But time does not stand still
It's rolling like a rockslide down a hill

I've met someone I care for
I know she cares for me
Will I fall in love again?
It's a possibility
Girl, we had some good times
That time cannot undo
No one will ever take the place of you

Heart jinxed condition
Never sure how I feel
Trying to separate the real thing
From the wishful thinking
Sometimes I wonder
If I'll make it without you
I'm determined to
I'll make my stand
And if after all is said and done
You only find one special one
Then I've thrown down diamonds in the sand
Then I've thrown down diamonds in the sand
Then I've thrown down diamonds in the sand
Then I've thrown down diamonds in the sand

Descant:
Remember when we used to watch the sun set in the sea
You said you'd always be in love with me
All through the night, we danced and sang
Made love in the morning while the church bells rang

Leave the fire behind you and start
I'll be playing it by ear
Left here with an empty-handed heart

Interlude No. 1
Warren Zevon
©1980 Zevon Music (BMI)

    Warren Zevon: Strings (Sid Sharp, Concertmaster)

Play It All Night Long
Warren Zevon
©1980 Zevon Music (BMI)

    David Lindley: Guitar, Lap Steel Guitar
    Warren Zevon: String Synthesizer
    Leland Sklar: Bass
    Rick Marotta: Drums
    Jackson Browne: Harmony

Grandpa pissed his pants again
He don't give a damn
Brother Billy has both guns drawn
He ain't been right since Vietnam

"Sweet home Alabama"
Play that dead band's song
Turn those speakers up full blast
Play it all night long

Daddy's doing Sister Sally
Grandma's dying of cancer now
The cattle all have brucellosis
We'll get through somehow

"Sweet home Alabama"
Play that dead band's song
Turn those speakers up full blast
Play it all night long

I'm going down to the Dew Drop Inn
See if I can drink enough
There ain't much to country living
Sweat, piss, jizz and blood

"Sweet home Alabama"
Play that dead band's song
Turn those speakers up full blast
Play it all night long

"Sweet home Alabama"
Play that dead band's song
Turn those speakers up full blast
Play it all night long

Jeannie Needs A Shooter
Bruce Springsteen and Warren Zevon
©1980 Zevon Music (BMI) and Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP)

    Joe Walsh: Guitars (solo)
    Warren Zevon: Guitar, Strings (Sid Sharp, Concertmaster)
    Leland Sklar: Bass
    Rick Marotta: Drums, Tubular Bells

I was born down by the river where the dirty water flows
And the cold wind cut through me, it cut right through my clothes
And the anger and the yearning, like fever in my veins
Set the fire burning

She came down from Knightstown with her hands hard from the line
From the first time I laid eyes on her
I knew that she'd be mine
Her father was a lawman; he swore he'd shoot me dead
'Cause he knew I wanted Jeannie and I'd have her like I said

Jeannie needs a shooter
Shooter like me
Jeannie needs a shooter
Jeannie needs a shooter
Shooter on her side
Jeannie needs a shooter

Jeannie needs a shooter
Jeannie needs a shooter


We met down by the river, on the final day in May
And when I leaned down to kiss her, she did not turn away
I drew out all my money and together we did vow
To leave that very evening and get away somehow

Jeannie needs a shooter
Shooter like me
Jeannie needs a shooter
Jeannie needs a shooter
Shooter on her side
Jeannie needs a shooter

Jeannie needs a shooter
Jeannie needs a shooter

The night was cold and rainy down by the borderline
I was riding hard to meet her when a shot rang out behind
As I lay there in the darkness with a pistol by my side
Jeannie and her father rode off into the night

Jeannie needs a shooter

Interlude No.2
Warren Zevon
©1980 Zevon Music (BMI)

    Warren Zevon: Strings (Sid Sharp, Concertmaster)

Bill Lee
Warren Zevon
©1980 Zevon Music (BMI)

    Warren Zevon: Piano, Harmonica
    Glenn Frey: Harmony

You're supposed to sit on your ass and nod at stupid things
Man, that's hard to do
And if you don't, they'll screw you
And if you do, they'll screw you, too

When I'm standing in the middle of the diamond all alone
I always play to win
When it comes to skin and bone

And sometimes I say things I shouldn't
Like....
And sometimes I say things I shouldn't
Like....

Gorilla, You're a Desperado 
Warren Zevon
©1980 Zevon Music (BMI)

    Jackson Browne: Slide Guitar, Guitar
    Warren Zevon: String Synthesizer
    Leland Sklar: Bass
    Rick Marotta: Drums
    Jackson Browne, J.D. Souther and Don Henley: Harmonies

Big gorilla at the L.A. Zoo
Snatched the glasses right off my face
Took the keys to my BMW
Left me here to take his place

I wish the ape a lot of success 
I'm sorry my apartment's a mess
Most of all I'm sorry if I made you blue
I'm betting the gorilla will, too

They say Jesus will find you wherever you go
But when He'll come looking for you, they don't know
In the mean time, keep your profile low
Gorilla, you're a desperado

He built a house on an acre of land
He called it Villa Gorilla
Now I hear he's getting divorced
Laying low at L'Ermitage, of course

Then the ape grew very depressed
Went through Transactional Analysis
He plays racquetball and runs in the rain
Still he's shackled to a platinum chain

Big gorilla at the L.A. Zoo
Snatched the glasses right off my face
Took the keys to my BMW
Left me here to take his place


Bed of Coals
T-Bone Burnett and Warren Zevon
©1980 Zevon Music and Black Tent Music (BMI)
© Black Tent Music admin. by the Bug Music Group

    Ben Keith: Pedal Steel Guitar
    Warren Zevon: Piano, Organ
    Leland Sklar: Bass
    Rick Marotta: Drums
    Linda Ronstadt and J.D. Souther: Harmonies

I've been lying in a bed of coals
I've been crying out of control
I roll and I tumble
Every time I come down
I'm too old to die young
And too young to die now

I've been sleeping on a bed of nails
I've been bleeding---it never fails
I feel every needle
That pierced through my heart
I'm too old to die young
And I can't play the part

Bed of coals
Bed of nails
Through the smoke
Behind the veils
Bed of coals
Bed of nails
Through the smoke
Behind the veils

I’ve been lying in a bed of stone
I’ve been dying all alone
I pray for the power to turn it around
I'm too old to die young
And too young to die now

Bed of coals
Bed of nails
Through the smoke
Behind the veils
Bed of coals
Bed of nails
Through the smoke
Behind the veils

Bed of coals
Bed of nails
Through the smoke
Behind the veils
Bed of coals
Bed of nails
Through the smoke
Behind the veils

Bed of coals
Bed of nails
Through the smoke
Behind the veils
Bed of coals
Bed of nails
Through the smoke
Behind the veils

Wild Age 
Warren Zevon 
©1980 Zevon Music (BMI)

    David Lindley: Guitar
    Warren Zevon: Piano   
    Leland Sklar: Bass
    Rick Marotta: Drums
    Glenn Frey and Don Henley: Harmonies

You've seen him leaning on the streetlight
Listening to some song inside
You've seen him standing by the highway 
Trying to hitch a ride
Well, they tried so hard to hold him
Heaven knows how hard they tried
But he's made up his mind
He's the restless kind

He's the wild age
He's the wild age
He's the wild age

Wild age
It's the wild age
And the law can't stop 'em
No one can stop 'em
At the wild age

Mostly when the reckless years end
Something's left to save
Some of them keep running
'Til they run straight in their graves

To stay the wild age
Stay the wild age
Stay the wild age

Mostly when the reckless years end
Something's left to save
Some of them keep running
'Til they run straight in their graves

To stay the wild age
Wild age
Wild age

Wild age
Wild age
Wild age

Wild age
Wild age
Wild age

Wild age (Wild age!)
Wild age (Wild age!)
Wild age

Wild age (Wild age!)
Wild age (Wild age!)
Wild age

Hey!

Wild age (Wild age!)
Wild age (Wild age!)
Wild age