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Nazareth
Nazareth


Background information
Origin Dunfermline, Scotland
Genre(s) Blues Rock
Heavy Metal
Years active 1968—present
Label(s) Eagle Records
NEMS Enterprises
Website Website
Members
Dan McCafferty
Pete Agnew
Lee Agnew
Jimmy Murrison
Former members
Manny Charlton
Zal Cleminson
Billy Rankin
John Locke
Ronnie Leahy
Darrell Sweet



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Nazareth Album


Live At The Beeb (1998)
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Shapes Of Things
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Silver Dollar Forger
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This Flight Tonight
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(copyright Nazareth, Tiflis Tunes, inc.-ascap)


Called her name, but the wind blew strong.
I called in vain, though I tried so long.
Called the sea to bring her home,
But the sea don't hear and I'm still alone.
I feel an emptiness inside,
Something within me I can't hide.

Standing here looking at the sky,
But the light I see can't tell me why
I feel an emptiness inside,
Something within me I can't hide.

Every time I stop to think
That's the time I get lonely,
That's the time it hurts the most
Every time I get lonely.

What went wrong, who am I to blame?
Did I take too long to call her name?
I feel an emptiness inside,
Something within me I can't hide.

. . .


(copyright Nazareth, Tiflis Tunes, inc.-ascap)


Sometimes I feel I've been hung on a line,
Wasting my time.
Sometimes I feel I've been hung upside down,
You turned me around, just a fool about you.

Sometimes I feel I've been left on the moon,
Fed with a spoon.
Sometimes I feel like a dog with no bone,
Or a toad with no stone, just a fool about you.

Sometimes I feel like saying goodbye
'Cause I'm living a lie.
Sometimes I feel like a clock with no time,
Or a verse with no rhyme, just a fool about you.

Sometimes I feel like a bird with no wing,
Or a bee with no sting.
Sometimes I feel like a train with no line,
Or a glass with no wine, just a fool about you.

Everybody knows I'm a fool about you,
Gonna fool, just a crazy fool.
Everybody knows I can't live without you,
So what am I gonna to do?

. . .


(Agnew, Charlton, McCafferty, Sweet)
Mountain Music/Carlin Music
1972 Nazareth (Dunfermline) Ltd.

Hard living every day of my life
Hard living, every night on the wine.

Never givin' anyone any time
Always losin' all I had all the time.

Yes, I'm a selfish kinda man
All I need is a helping hand.

Bad loser, never had anyone
Bad chooser, never owed never won.

Fast mover, everyday on the run
Never knowing if I feel or I'm done.

Yes, I'm a selfish kinda man
All I need is a helping hand.

Hard living every day of my life
Hard drinking, every night on the wine.

. . .


Goin?down
Goin?down, down, down, down, down
Goin?down
Goin?down, down, down, down, down
I抳e 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
Goin?down
Goin?down, down, down, down, down
Goin?down
Goin?down, down, down, down, down, down, down
I抳e got my big feet in the window
My head is on the ground
Come on, come on take me down
I抦 goin?down

. . .


We've got to get it together
You bring the wine, we'll bring the weather
We haven't come to be clever
Let's make it now 'cause this could be never
We're gonna razamataz ya tonight
We're gonna razamanaz ya all night
Razamataz, razamataz, up on your feet
Let's see ya dance, dance, dance.

Now that we've come to a showdown
We won't allow you a second to slow down
The moment has come to deliver
You as the taker, and we as the giver
We're gonna razamataz ya tonight
We're gonna razamanaz ya all night
Razamataz, razamataz, up on your feet
Let's see ya dance, dance, dance.

All of the world loves a raver
We're playin' for ravers who savour the flavour
You all appear calm and collected
Razamanazin' you never expected
We're gonna razamataz ya tonight
We're gonna razamanaz ya all night
Razamataz, razamataz, up on your feet
Let's see ya dance, dance, dance.

We're gonna razamataz ya tonight
We're gonna razamanaz ya all night
Razamataz, razamataz, up on your feet
Let's see ya dance, dance, dance.

. . .


She used to be someone you could depend on
To brighten up your coldest winter day
But the one she leaned upon
Let her down, now has moved on
And morning brings another empty day
Now she's only a broken down angel
She's only a bird that's broke her wing
She's only someone, someone who's gone wrong
She's only a child that's lost her way.

She used to be a girl of simple pleasures
A breath of spring to chase your blues away
But now she bears a cross for a love that she has lost
No sunshine in her life just clouds of gray
Now she's only a broken down angel
She's only a bird that's broke her wing
She's only someone, someone who's gone wrong
She's only a child that's lost her way.

She's only a broken down angel
She's only a bird that's broke her wing
She's only someone, someone who's gone wrong
She's only a child that's lost her way
Now she's only a broken down angel
She's only a bird that's broke her wing
She's only someone, someone who's gone wrong
She's only a child that's lost her way.

. . .


She's a night woman of my dreams
And I saw her glidin' on a moon beam
Silver stardust in her eyes
In the way she leaves her sighs.

Last night I fell asleep
Thought I heard her voice begin to speak
My mind is in distress
On my cheek I felt her breath.

I could feel her body's warmin' glow
My frozen blood begn to flow
She's a night woman of my dreams
And I saw her glidin' on a moon beam
Comes, stays, then disappears
In the morning sun my vision clears.

I could smell the roses in her hair
But when I awoke, she was not there.

Oooh, oooh, night woman of my dream
Oooh, oooh, night woman of my dream
Oooh, oooh, she's a night woman of my dream
Oooh, oooh, night woman of my dream.

. . .


Once I had a girl
She called me on the phone
Said "Come on over honey
You know, I'm all alone"
But when I got to her place
What I saw stopped me dead
She was standin' with a shotgun
Pointed at my head.

My, my, too bad too sad
My, my, too good to last
So I'm cuttin' out fast.

Once I had a friend
We had a lot of laughs
He was all a friend could be
Knowin' him was just a gas
One night I got home
He gave me one surprise
He was standin' in a woman's dress
Lashes on his eyes.

My, my, too bad too sad
My, my, too good to last
So I'm cuttin' out fast.

My, my, my
My, my, my

Had a pretty wife
She was all I could need
Gave me what I wanted
Never had to plead
One day a man called
And he put me wise
She's doin' the same thing
With ten other guys.

My, my, too bad too sad
My, my, too good to last
So I'm cuttin' out fast.

My, my, too bad too sad
My, my, too good to last
So I'm cuttin' out fast.

My, my, my
My, my, my

. . .


Turn on your receiver
I'm gonna let it on the line
'Cause I'm a great believer
In hangin' on to what is mine
So come over here and listen
I don't want you to be missin'
What I say
And I ain't gonna waste my time
Sayin' it all again.

I've been hearin' stories
'Fact the word's all over town
I've had my share of worries
Ever since you've been around
So come over here and listen
I don't want you to be missin'
What I say
And I ain't gonna waste my time
Sayin' it all again.

Turn on your receiver
There's a message comin' through
Keep your hands off my woman
Keep your hands to yourself
Keep your hands off my woman.

. . .


I'm a bad, bad boy
And I'm gonna steal your love
Said I'm a bad, bad boy
And I'm gonna steal your love
Come take me to your house
Then I'm gonna rip you off.

Well, I made my first kill
With the old town girl
She was the apple of her daddy's eye
Well, that woman looked up at me
And I said, "Honey we'll be
Together 'til the day I die"
But I lied.

I'm a bad, bad boy
And I'm gonna steal your love
I'm a bad, bad boy
And I'm gonna steal your love
Come take me to your house
Then I'm gonna rip you off.

There seems to be no end
Of women who are lookin' for a man
My services don't come cheap
But I help out when I can
Tell them lies that they wanna hear
And I really lead 'em on
Spend all of their money
And I'm long gone.

I'm a bad, bad boy
And I'm gonna steal your love
I'm a bad, bad boy
And I'm gonna steal your love
Come take me to your house
Then I'm gonna rip you off.

I've got tastes for fast cars
I don't wanna settle down
The good life sure comes easily
With all the mugs around
The women they just come to me
I don't have to look around
I move into their homes with them
Then I move on.

I'm a bad, bad boy
And I'm gonna steal your love
I'm a bad, bad boy
I'm gonna steal your love
Come take me to your house
Then I'm gonna rip you off.

I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad,
Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad boy
I'm bad, I'm bad, I'm bad,
I'm such a, such a bad, bad boy
I'm gonna rip you off
Just take control of your mind.

I'm a bad, bad boy
I'm gonna steal your love
I'm a bad, bad boy
I'm gonna steal your love
I'm gonna rip you off
Just take control of the time.

I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
You know, I'm a bad boy
I'm so bad...

. . .

Shapes Of Things

[No lyrics]

. . .

Silver Dollar Forger

[No lyrics]

. . .


Now you say that you're leavin'
Well, it can't be too soon
And you spend all of my money
You knocked my guitar out of tune.

Well, you say you're sick and tired,
Tired of having me around
And you call me cheatin' liar
You drove my car into the ground.

And I'll be glad when you're gone
Yes, I'll be glad when you're gone
And when you walk out that door
Darlin', please don't come back no more.

Now I wish I'd never known you
And I wish we'd never met
I was drunk, you gave me whiskey
When I was ill, you called the vet.

Say that it's over
And you think you'll bring me down
If you come back lookin' for me
I'll be out there on the town.

(copyright 1974 mountain/carlin music)

. . .


I'm goin' back to New York City
Times Square sure will be shinin' bright
I know it sure looks pretty
But I don't go down every night.

I'm gonna take in Memphis
You know the one down in Tennessee
And if you wanna boogie
Now that's the place to be.

Sittin' in a bar in Macon
Drinkin' something called Rebel Yells
When I thought I heard someone ringing
I guess she's a southern bell.

We just cut out of El Paso
It just fries there in that desert sun
And if you've ever been down there, man
Then you know why we run.

I got jet lag
And livin' out an overnight bag
Time changes every day
They do things a different way
Back in the U.S.A.

Tryin' hard to make a phone call
"Long distance over seas"
"Yes, ma'am, I did say Scotland"
"Could you spell that again for me please?"

Way down west to Colorado
You know that it just blew my mind
I'd love to go back there next trip
I sure hope we get some time.

Driving down a Detroit freeway
Just lookin' at those concrete walls
Hey but it's a good town to rock'n'roll in
"What do you mean the police closed the goddamned hall?"

Flyin' home tomorrow
To be there's gonna be just great
And after some time with my lady
I'm gonna be back to rock'n'roll in the States.


(copyright 1974 mountain/carlin music)

. . .


(copyright Nazareth, Tiflis Tunes, inc.-ascap)


You came 'round today
You never even knocked on my door
Your note tried to say
That you don't love me no more

bridge:

I want you by my side 'cause
I wanna be your man
I'm burning up inside 'cause
I wanna be your man

I had to be told
From people that I meet in the street
They are turning cold
Without you I would not be complete

bridge:

Why did you write me in a letter?
A word from you would be much better

lead

bridge

Don't cast me aside
Without you I could never survive
Why did you decide
To kill the love that keeps me alive

bridge:

. . .


Walk me out in the morning dew
Walk me out in the morning dew today
I can't walk you out in no morning dew
Can't walk you out in no morning dew at all

Thought I heard a young girl cryin' mama
Thought I heard a young girl cry today
You didn't heard no young girl cryin' mama
You didn't heard no young girl cry at all

Thought I heard a young boy cryin' mama
Thought I heard a young boy cry today
You didn't hear no young boy cryin' buddy
You didn't heard no young boy cry at all

Thought I heard a young man cryin' mama
Thought I heard a young man cry today
You didn't heard no young man cryin' buddy
You didn't heard no young man cry at all

Now there is no more morning dew
Now there is no more morning dew
What they've been sayin' all these years is true
Now there is no more morning dew.

. . .


Have you seen that vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
I've been hearin' his name all over this land
Lonely nights down in the engine house
Sleepin' just as still as a mouse
Man comes home, chase the crowds in the rain
That's a vigilante man.

Vigilante man
Vigilante man.

Well, I ramble around from town to town
Ramble 'round from town to town
And they hunted us a while like a wild herd of cattle
That's a vigilante man
Tell me why does that vigilante man
Tell me why does that vigilante man
Carry that sawed-off shotgun in his hand
Would he shoot his brother and sister down?

Have you seen that vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
Have you seen that vigilante man?
I've been hearin' his name all over this land.

Vigilante man
Vigilante man
Vigilante man
Vigilante man
Vigilante man
Vigilante man...

. . .


There抯 a paper sun
In a paper sky
There抯 an empty place
And I don抰 know why
That paper sun
In that paper sky
Can抰 help me now she抯 gone
I抦 on my own
Can抰 help me now, I抦 all alone
There抯 a painted moon
In a painted night
There抯 an empty plate
And it don抰 seem right
That painted moon
In that painted night
Can抰 help me now she抯 gone
I抦 on my own
Can抰 help me now, I抦 all alone
And all the pain
And all the rain that falls
Can抰 bring her back
She don抰 want me at all
There抯 a falling star
And it won抰 touch down
There抯 and empty face
Another lonely clown
That falling star that won抰 touch down
And all the pain
And all the rain that falls
Can抰 bring her back
She don抰 want me at all
And all the pain
And all the rain that falls
Can抰 bring her back
She don抰 want me at all
And all the pain
And all the rain that falls
Can抰 bring her back
She don抰 want me at all..ll..ll
Ahhhh

. . .


(Woke up this morning)

Woke up this morning, my dog was dead,
Someone disliked him and shot him through the head.

Woke up this morning, my cat had died,
I know I'll miss her, sat down and cried.

Came home this evening, my hog was gone,
People here don't like me, I think I'll soon move on.

Now somethings happened, that would make a saint frown,
I turned my back and my house burned down.

(Boogie)

Walkin' down on main street
Well, it's not the same street like before
Those drinks that I've been drinkin? were stirred not shaken, ooh it's sore
My legs have gone all weak
It's so hard for me to speak anymore
I must get home to bed
And rest my aching head, that's for sure
Drivin' in the country
The grass is green as it was before
Rolled up on that river
Just ain't as clean that's for sure
You know my legs have gone all weak
It's so hard for me to speak anymore


I must get home to bed
And rest my aching head, that's for sure
Goin' down to main street to buy some wine
Make some love with that woman of mine
Drink some wine
Love some time
Ah- walkin? down on main street
Well it's not the same street like before
Those drinks that I've been drinkin? were stirred not shaken, ooh it's sore
You know my legs have gone all weak
It's so hard for me to speak anymore
Well I must get home to bed
Rest my aching head and that's for sure

. . .


Love hurts, love scars
Love wounds and mars
Any heart not tough
Or strong enough
To take a lot of pain
Take a lot of pain
Love is like a cloud
Holds a lot of rain
Love hurts
Ooh-ooh, love hurts

I'm young, I know
But even so
I know a thing or two
I learned from you
I really learned a lot
Really learned a lot
Love is like a flame
It burns you when it's hot
Love hurts
Ooh-ooh, love hurts

Some fools think of happiness
Blissfulness, togetherness
Some fools fool themselves, I guess
They're not foolin' me

I know it isn't true
I know it isn't true
Love is just a lie
Made to make you blue
Love hurts
Ooh-ooh, love hurts
Ooh-ooh, love hurts

I know it isn't true
I know it isn't true
Love is just a lie
Made to make you blue
Love hurts
Ooh-ooh, love hurts
Ooh-ooh, love hurts
Ooh-ooh

. . .


If you're ready for the street
You wanna mix it in some fight
Let me tell you somethin'
Now I don't wanna get you uptight
But if you're in a corner
And you can't find no way out
Don't look around for no help
No, no there won't be any around

Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy

So you think you got a case
And you think you know the score
No you don't wanna listen
You can't be told no more
But wait'll you get out there
You better do it right
'Cause the streets are lined with things that kill
And they're hidin' in the night

Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy

Feel that you can cut it
You think you got the time
They'll only give you one chance
Better get it right first time
And the game you're playing
If you lose you gotta pay
If you make just one wrong move
You'll get blown away

Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy

Words and Music by Dan McCafferty, Manny Charlton, Pete Agnew,
and Darrell Sweet
(copyright 1977 mtb music,inc. for canada and u.s.a.)
(copyright 1977 nazsongs/panache music ltd. for the rest of the world
international copyright secured
all rights reserved.

. . .

This Flight Tonight

[No lyrics]

. . .


(Whiskey Drinking Woman)

Close up the bar you know the gates of the brewery
She's out there every night
And she sure ain't drinkin' tea
I love that woman, she's the best one that I had
But she's got this habit now and it sure is gettin' bad

That whiskey drinkin' woman
Is makin' a poor man out of me

She's got bottles in the kitchen
Even got them in my bed
Most times I see her now
She's three parts out of her head
Don't know where I went wrong
I sure try to treat her right
But it sure upsets me
Seein' her juiced up every night.

That whiskey drinkin' woman
Is makin' a poor man out of me

Got to solve this problem
Won't you help me find the key
The way that things are going
I'll have to buy the distillery
She just stands there smilin'
With a whiskey in each hand
Got to think of something
Don't know how much I can stand

That whiskey drinkin' woman
Is makin' a poor man out of me

Got to get myself together, start workin' something out
Maybe if I tried some booze, I'd know what it's about
I love that woman, she's the best one that I had
But she's got this problem now
And it sure is gettin' bad.

That whiskey drinkin' woman
Is makin' a poor man out of me

Got to solve this problem
Won't you help me find the key
The way that things are going
I'll have to buy the distillery
She just stands there smilin'
With a whiskey in each hand
Got to think of something
Don't know how much I can stand


(Hair Of The Dog)

Heart breaker, soul shaker
I've been told about you
Steamroller, midnight stroller
What they've been sayin' must be true

Red hot mama
Long-legged charmer
Time's come to pay your dues

Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch

Talkin' jivey, poison ivy
You ain't gonna cling to me
Man taker, born faker
I ain't so blind I can't see

Red hot mama
Long-legged charmer
Time's come to pay your dues

Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch

Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch

. . .


(copyright lowell george, 1971 naked snake music)


Well, some contend that this rock'n'roll
Is bad for the body, bad for the soul
Is bad for the heart, bad for the mind
Bad for the deaf and bad for the blind
It makes some men crazy, and then they talk like fools
It makes some men crazy, and then they start to drool.

Unscrupulous operators could confuse
Could exploit and deceive
The conditional reflex theories
Change the probabilities, I said it's a
Crass and raucous crackass place
With a Pavlov on the human race
It's a terrible illness, a terrible case
And usually permanent when it takes place.

It's a teenage nervous breakdown
It's a teenage nervous breakdown
It's a teenage nervous breakdown
It's a teenage nervous breakdown.

. . .


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 he抣l 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 ain抰 never,
I'm never gonna go out on the road again.
I swear someday I ain抰 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!

. . .


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