Out of Control
written: D. Henley, G. Frey, and T. Nixon
lead vocals: G. Frey
Oh, my, don’t the sky look spacious
With the stars all shinin’ down
Well, I can hear the night wind howlin’
It’s a high and lonesome sound
And I ain’t had a woman in so long
I need to feed my starvin' soul
Come on, saddle up, boys, we’re gonna ride into town
We’re gonna get a little out of control
There’s a card game in the corner
And the barmaid smiled at me
Well, I tipped her a sliver dollar
And she brought me a drink for free
All the town-folk call her the cheap one
And the gamblers call her Flo
Come on, set ’em up again, I got me a friend
And I think I’m gettin’ out of control
Oh, oh, oh
She’s cool water
Her mama taught her
I got news, she’s mine and mine aloneWell, if anybody’s lookin’ for trouble
You know I’m the one you want to try
Well, I’ll fight any man who wants you
And I don’t care who or why
You got to gamble on your story
You got no guts, you get no glory
And I’m bettin’ my money on an ace in the hole
I think I’m gettin’ out of controlYou got it now!
Where's my baby, where'd she go?