Stand in the Fire
Warren Zevon
©1980 Zevon Music, Inc. (BMI)
All you guitar players
Scalding hot
And Zeke's going at it
Givin' it everything he's got
'Cause anything goes
Whatever it takes
I might pitch a fit
But I won't put on my brakes
Stand in the fire, stand in the fire, stand in the fire
Stand in the fire, stand in the fire, stand in the fire
Stand in the fire, stand in the fire, stand in the fire
Stand in the fire, stand in the fire
Stand in the fire, stand in the fire, stand in the fire
Stand in the fire, stand in the fire, stand in the fire
Stand in the fire, stand in the fire, stand in the fire
Stand in the fire
I see a red-haired girl
In the red silk dress
Ya' know, I'm asking her to dance with me
She might say yes
Feel the heat
From the beat
Don't it burn you too?
And all I want to do
Is just ....rock you
Now stand in the fire, stand in the fire, stand in the fire
Stand in the fire, stand in the fire, stand in the fire
Stand in the fire, stand in the fire, stand in the fire
Stand in the fire, stand in the fire, stand in the fire
Stand . . . in the fire, stand in the fire
Stand . . . in the fire, stand in the fire
Stand . . . in the fire, stand in the fire
Jeannie Needs A Shooter
Bruce Springsteen and Warren Zevon
©1980 Zevon Music (BMI) and Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP)
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 who 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, yeah
Jeannie needs a shooter
Jeannie needs a shooter
Let’s go
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 meet 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, yeah
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
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
Excitable Boy
Warren Zevon & LeRoy P. Marinell
© 1976 Zevon Music (BMI) and Polite Music (ASCAP)
Well, he went down to dinner in his Sunday best
Excitable boy, they all said
And he rubbed the pot roast all over his chest
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy
He took in the four a.m. show at the Clark
Excitable boy, they all said
And he bit the usherette's leg in the dark
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy
Ooh, excitable boy
Ooh, excitable boy
Well, he took little Suzie to the Junior Prom
Excitable boy, they all said (Ooh, excitable boy)
And he raped her and killed her, then he took her home
Excitable boy, they all said (Ooh, excitable boy)
Well, he's just an excitable boy
After ten long years they let him out of the home
Excitable boy, they all said (Ooh, excitable boy)
And he dug up her grave and built a cage with her bones
Excitable boy, they all said (Ooh, excitable boy)
Well, he's just an excitable boy
Ooh, excitable boy (repeat)
Mohammed’s Radio
Warren Zevon
© 1976 Zevon Music (BMI)
Everybody's restless and they've got no place to go
Someone's always trying to tell them
Something they already know
So their anger and resentment flow
But don't it make you want to rock and roll
All night long, Mohammed's Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed's Radio
Ayatollah’s got his problems too
And even Jimmy Carter’s got the highway blues
I went and asked the Governor
‘Cause I thought the he would know
You see, I knew he'd been up all night,
Listening to Mohammed's Radio
Don't it make you want to rock and roll
All night long, Mohammed's Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed's Radio
Everybody's desperate trying to make ends meet
They work all day; they still can't pay
The price of gasoline and meat
Alas, their lives are incomplete
Don't it make you want to rock and roll
All night long, Mohammed's Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed's Radio
You've been up all night listening for his drum
Hoping that the righteous might just might just might just come
But I heard the General whispering to his aide-de-camp
"Be watchful for Mohammed's lamp"
Don't it make you want to rock and roll
All night long Mohammed's Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed's Radio
Mohammed's Radio
Werewolves Of London
LeRoy P. Marinell, Waddy Wachtel and Warren Zevon
© 1975 Zevon Music (BMI) and Polite Music (ASCAP)
I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain
He was looking for the place called Lee Ho Fook's
Going to get a big dish of beef chow mein
Ahh-hooooooo Werewolves of London Ahh-hooooooo
Ahh-hooooooo Werewolves of Los Angeles Ahh-hooooooo
If you hear him howling around your kitchen door
Better not let him in
Little old lady got mutilated late last night
Brian de Palma again
Ahh-hooooooo Werewolves of London Ahh-hooooooo
Ahh-hooooooo Werewolves of London
Here comes that dangerous man
He's that hairy handed gent who ran amok in Kent
Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair
You better stay away from him
He'll rip your lungs out, Jim
And he’s looking for... James Taylor
Ahh-hooooooo Werewolves of London Ahh-hooooooo
Ahh-hooooooo Werewolves of London Ahh-hooooooo
I saw a werewolf tryin’ to buy
A used car at Del Mar
It was a blood red Coupe de Ville
He said he was a-drivin’ it to Mexico
Goin’ down to Tijuana
Gonna kill somebody in a film or somethin’
Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen
Doing the Werewolves of London
I saw Lon Chaney, Jr. walking with the Queen
And they were doin’ the Werewolves of London
I saw Jackson Browne
Walkin’ slow down the avenue
You know his heart is perfect
And I saw a werewolf drinking a Perrier at Trader Vic's
His hair was perfect
Ahh-hooooooo
Ahh-hooooooo Werewolves of London
Let’s go!
Lawyers, Guns And Money
Warren Zevon
© 1978 Zevon Music (BMI)
Well, I went home with the waitress
The way I always do
Now, how was I to know
She was with the Russians, too? Hah!
I was gambling in Havana
I took a little risk
Send lawyers, guns and money
Dad, get me out of this one
I'm the innocent bystander
Somehow I got stuck
Between a rock and a hard place
And I'm down on my luck
And I'm down on my luck
And I'm down on my luck
Now I'm hiding in Honduras
I'm a desperate man
Send lawyers, guns and money
The shit has hit the fan
Yeah, right
Send lawyers, guns and money, yeah
Send lawyers, guns and money, yeah
Send lawyers, guns and money, yeah
The Sin
Warren Zevon
©1980 Zevon Music, Inc. (BMI)
It's none of my business
But if I may
Remind you of the time
When you did something you knew was wrong
It wasn't called a crime
And I'm not saying that you should give
A sucker an even break
I'm talking about the time
That you were cruel for cruelty's sake
I'm talking about the time
That you were cruel for cruelty's sake
How you gonna pay for
How you gonna pay for
How you gonna pay for the sin?
How you gonna pay for
How you gonna pay for
How you gonna pay for the sin?
Hah?
Maybe you went and stuck your key
In somebody else's door
Maybe you went and helped yourself
To something that wasn't yours
Maybe you simply criticized
Someone you hardly knew
You ruined part of their life for them
Part of your own life, too
How you gonna pay for
How you gonna pay for
How you gonna pay for the sin?
How you gonna pay for
How you gonna pay for
How you gonna pay for it then?
If and when you feel an ill wind
Don't be too surprised
Remember when you should have
Picked on somebody your own size
How you gonna pay for
How you gonna pay for
How you gonna pay for the sin?
How you gonna pay for
How you gonna pay for
How you gonna pay for the sin?
How am I gonna pay for it
How am I gonna pay for it
How am I gonna pay for the sin?
Poor Poor Pitiful Me
Warren Zevon
© 1973 Warner-Tamerlane/Darkroom Music (BMI)
I'd lay my head on the railroad tracks
And wait for the Double "E"
But the railroad don't run no more
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me
Well, I met this girl in West Hollywood
I ain't naming names
She really worked me over good
She was just like Jesse James
She really worked me over good
She was a credit to her gender
She put me through some changes, Lord
Sort of like a Waring blender
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me
Well, I met a girl from the Vieux Carré
Down in Yokohama
She picked me up; she threw me down
And I said where’s George Gruel, my road manager and my best friend? Come on out here, George. Come on, get up and dance. Get up and dance or I’ll kill you and I got the means. Come on, everybody. Let’s go, Billy...
I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead
Warren Zevon
© 1976 Zevon Music (BMI)
So much to do, there's plenty on the farm
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Saturday night I like to raise a little harm
I'll sleep when I'm dead, hey
I'm drinking heartbreak motor oil and Bombay gin
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Straight from the bottle, again and again
I'll sleep when I'm dead, yeah, alright
Well, I only take this medicine as prescribed
I'll sleep when I'm dead
It don't matter if I get a little wired
I'll sleep when I'm dead, yeah
I've got a .44 Magnum up on the shelf
I'll sleep when I'm dead
I don’t intend to use it on myself
I'll sleep when I'm dead, yeah
Bo Diddley's A Gunslinger/Bo Diddley
E. McDaniel
©Arc Music Corp. (BMI)
Here's a little story that I really want to tell
It's about Bo Diddley at the O.K Corral
Now, Bo Diddley didn't start no mess
He had a gun on his hip and a rose on his vest
'Cause Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
(Bo Diddley's a gunslinger)
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
(Bo Diddley's a gunslinger)
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
(Bo Diddley's a gunslinger)
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
(Bo Diddley's a gunslinger)
Bo Diddley buys him a diamond ring
If that diamond ring don't shine
He better take it to a private eye
If that private eye can't see
Well, he better bring that ring to me
I said, "Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah"
(Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah)
"Yeah, Bo Diddley, huh"
(Yeah, Bo Diddley, hey, yeah, etc.)
I said, Why'd ya come to my house
On Black Jack Road
Take my baby away from home
Where'd you go or where you been
Up your house and gone again
I said, Bo Diddley, Bo Diddley,
Have you heard?
(Hey, Bo Diddley)
My pretty baby, Kim
She was a bird
(Hey, Bo Diddley)
I said, Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah
(Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah)
Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah, huh
(Yeah, Bo Diddley, yeah)
Yeah...Child.....yeah
I said, Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
(Bo Diddley's a gunslinger)
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
(Bo Diddley's a gunslinger)
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
(Bo Diddley's a gunslinger)
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
(Bo Diddley's a gunslinger)
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
(Bo Diddley's a gunslinger)
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
(Bo Diddley's a gunslinger)
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger ...
BONUS TRACKS FROM 2007 REISSUE:
Johnny Strikes Up The Band
Warren Zevon
© 1978 Zevon Music (BMI)
Dry your eyes my little friend
Let me take you by the hand
Freddie get ready; Rock steady
When Johnny strikes up the band
They'll be rocking in the projects
Walking down along the strand
Freddie get ready; Rock steady
When Johnny strikes up the band
Johnny strikes up the band
When Johnny strikes up the ...
When Johnny strikes up ...
When Johnny strikes up the band
And Johnny is my main man
He's the keeper of the keys
He'll put your mind at ease
He's guaranteed to please
Back by popular demand
Look around, my little friend
Jubilation in the land
Freddie get ready; Rock steady
When Johnny strikes up the band
Johnny strikes up the band
When Johnny strikes up the ...
When Johnny strikes up ...
When Johnny strikes up the band
Johnny strikes up the band
Johnny strikes up the band
When Johnny strikes up the ...
When Johnny strikes up ...
When Johnny strikes up the band
Heeeerre’s Johnny...
Play It All Night Long
Warren Zevon
©1980 Zevon Music (BMI)
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
Frank And Jesse James
Warren Zevon
© 1973 Warner-Tamerlane/Darkroom Music (BMI)
On a small Missouri farm
Back when the west was young
There were two boys learned to rope and ride
Be handy with a gun
War broke out between the states
And they joined up with Quantrill
And it was over in Clay County
Frank and Jesse finally learned to kill
Keep on riding, riding, riding
Frank and Jesse James
Keep on riding, riding, riding
'Til you clear your names
Keep on riding, riding, riding
Across the rivers and the range
Keep on riding, riding, riding
Frank and Jesse James
After Appomattox
They was on the losing side
So no amnesty was granted
And as outlaws they did ride
They rode against the railroads,
And they rode against the banks
And they rode against the governor
Never did they ask for a word of thanks
Keep on riding, riding, riding
Frank and Jesse James
Keep on riding, riding, riding
'Til you clear your names
Keep on riding, riding, riding
‘Cross the prairies and the plains
Keep on riding, riding, riding
Frank and Jesse James
Robert Ford, a gunman
In exchange for his parole
Took the life of James the outlaw
Which he snuck up on and stole
No one knows just where
They came to be misunderstood
But the poor Missouri farmers knew
That Frank and Jesse do the best they could
Keep on riding, riding, riding
Frank and Jesse James
Keep on riding, riding, riding
'Til you clear your names
Keep on riding, riding, riding
Across the rivers and the range
Keep on riding, riding, riding
Frank and Jesse James
Hasten Down The Wind
Warren Zevon
© 1973 Warner-Tamerlane./Darkroom Music (BMI)
She tells him she thinks she needs to be free
He tells her he doesn't understand
She takes his hand
She tells him nothing's working out the way they planned
She's so many women
He can't find the one who was his friend
So he's hanging on to half her heart
He can't have the restless part
So he tells her to hasten down the wind
Then he agrees he thinks she needs to be free
Then she says she'd rather be with him
But it's just a whim
By which she hopes to keep him on the limb
She's so many women
He can't find the one who was his friend
So he's hanging on to half her heart
He can't have the restless part
So he tells her to hasten down the wind
He tells her to hasten down the wind
Warren Zevon: Piano and 12-String Guitar
David Landau: Lead Guitar
Zeke Zirngiebel: Rhythm and Lead Guitar, Slide Guitar, Electric 12-String Guitar, Vocals
Bob Harris: Synthesizers, Piano, Vocals
Roberto Piñón: Bass, Vocals
Marty Stinger: Drums