Wild‐Eyed Southern Boys Album

Artist(s): .38 Special

Cover Art

.38 Special Wild‐Eyed Southern Boys Cover Art

Tracklist

Hold On Loosely

length: 4:39
producer: Rodney Mills
lead vocals: Donnie Van Zant and Don Barnes
engineer: Gregory M. Quesnel and Rodney Mills
background vocals: Carol Veto and Don Barnes
guitar: Jeff Carlisi and Don Barnes
drums (drum set): Steve Brookins and Jack Grondin
bass guitar: Larry Junstrom
associate producer: Don Barnes and Jeff Carlisi
writer: Don Barnes, Jeff Carlisi, Jim Peterik

You see it all around you
Good lovin' gone bad
And usually it's too late when you, realize what you had
And my mind goes back to a girl I left some years ago,
Who told me
Just Hold On Loosely
But don't let go
If you cling to tightly
You're gonna lose control

Your baby needs someone to believe in
And a whole lot of space to breathe in
It's so damn easy, when your feelings are such
To overprotect her, to love her too much
And my mind goes back to a girl I left some years ago

Who told me
Just Hold On Loosely
But don't let go
If you cling too tight babe
You're gonna loose control
Your baby needs someone to believe in
And a whole lot of space to breathe in
Don't let her slip away

Sentimental fool
Don't let your heart get in her way
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You see it all around you
Good lovin' gone bad

And usually it's too late when you, realize what you had
And my mind goes back to a girl I left some years ago
Who told me

Just Hold On Loosely
But don't let go
If you cling to tightly
You're gonna lose control
Your baby needs someone to believe in
And a whole lot of space to breathe in
So Hold On Loosely

But don't let go
If you cling too tight babe
You're gonna lose it
You're gonna, lose control

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Just Hold On Loosely
But don't let go
If you cling too tight babe
You're gonna loose control

Hold on Loosely
But don't let go
If you cling too tight babe,
You're gonna loose control
Yeah, yeah, yeah

First Time Around

length: 4:02
producer: Rodney Mills
lead vocals: Don Barnes and Donnie Van Zant
engineer: Gregory M. Quesnel and Rodney Mills
bass: Larry Junstrom
background vocals: Carol Veto and Don Barnes
guitar: Jeff Carlisi and Don Barnes
drums (drum set): Steve Brookins and Jack Grondin
associate producer: Jeff Carlisi and Don Barnes
writer: Don Barnes, Jeff Carlisi, Larry Steele, Donnie Van Zant
People might say that I'm no good,
Livin' like I do
Well I stake my life on my future,
Can you say that you feel like I do?
Now, if there's any room for doubting,
You better look some more
'cause I made my mistakes while I know it,
I know you've heard it all before

But it's your first time around,
Sometimes the runnin' can sure get you down
It's your first time around
Don't get trapped by the life that you found

If you find your life at a dead end,
Sweatin' and breathin' for room
You never crawl before you walk
You gotta take the bad with the good

But it's your first time around,
Sometimes the runnin' can sure get you down,
It's your first time around
Don't get trapped by the life that you found,
The life you found...

People might say that I'm no good,
Livin' like I do
I stake my life on my future,
Can you say that you feel like I do?
So if you find your life at a dead end,
Sweatin' and breathin' for room
You better crawl before you walk,
You gotta take the bad with the good
You should be lookin' for some answers
You think you have them all
I got news for you, brother;
Ain't nobody too big to fall

But it's your first time around,
Sometimes the runnin' can sure get you down,
It's your first time around
Don't get trapped by the life that you found
It's your first time around

Wild-Eyed Southern Boys

length: 4:18
producer: Rodney Mills
piano: Don Barnes
lead vocals: Donnie Van Zant and Don Barnes
engineer: Rodney Mills and Gregory M. Quesnel
background vocals: Carol Veto and Don Barnes
guitar: Jeff Carlisi and Don Barnes
drums (drum set): Steve Brookins and Jack Grondin
bass guitar: Larry Junstrom
associate producer: Jeff Carlisi and Don Barnes
composer: Jim Peterik
lyricist: Jim Peterik
Its a hot night at the juke joint
And the bands pumpin' rhythm and blues
Gonna spill a little rock and roll blood tonight
Gonna make some front page news
And the ladies hate the violence
Still they never seem to look away

Cause they love those
Wild eyed southern boys
Wild eyed boys
Wild eyed southern boys

Its a southern point of honor
You got a get right in on the action
You can hear the outlaws holler
Fight for the lady in black
And she's just one in a million
But she's all I need tonight

Cause she loves those
Wild eyed southern boys
Wild eyed boys
Wild eyed southern boys

Wild eyed boys
Oh yeah
Wild eyed boys

A man of wealth and power
Is out on the dance hall floor
He got a champagne Eldorado parked outside the door
And he's looking for a honky tonk angel
But he don't stand a chance in hell

Cause he ain't no wild eyed southern boy
Wild eyed boy
Wild eyed southern boy
Wild eyed
Wild eyed southern boy
Wild eyed southern boys
Wild eyed boy
Wild eyed southern boy
Wild eyed boy
Wild eyed boy
Wild eyed southern boys
Wild eyed boys!

Back Alley Sally

length: 3:14
producer: Rodney Mills
piano: Steve McRay
lead vocals: Donnie Van Zant and Don Barnes
engineer: Rodney Mills and Gregory M. Quesnel
bass: Larry Junstrom
background vocals: Carol Veto and Don Barnes
guitar: Don Barnes and Jeff Carlisi
drums (drum set): Jack Grondin and Steve Brookins
associate producer: Jeff Carlisi and Don Barnes
writer: Jeff Carlisi, Donnie Van Zant
Back Alley Sally
When you gonna come my way?
It's over here, bouncin' baby
I been waitin' for you night and day
You got a crew all shook up
How long's it gonna take for you to give it up?
Back Alley Sally, I can play your game

Back Alley Sally, I know I'm just a crazy fool
I have never never met a woman
Awoman quite like you
You got, I swear you got those crazy eyes
Kind-a like to take a man by surprise
Back Alley Sally, I love to watch you move

Well I know you like to tease and show your stuff
Oo, baby, I'm callin' your bluff
Come a little closer, let's get on down
We'll drink my whiskey, tear up the town
Back Alley Sally, tell me what you want to do
I got to be back up
I got to leave here soon

You got, I swear you got those crazy eyes
Kind-a like to take a man by surprise
Back Alley Sally, I love to watch you move

Well I know you like to tease and show your stuff
Oo, baby, I'm callin' your bluff
Now don't think I'm just messin' around
You're the cream of the crop
You're my kind of gal
Back Alley Sally, is that the kind of game you play
I got to pay your price if I want you to stay
Back Alley Sally
I got to pay your price if I want you to stay

Fantasy Girl

length: 4:06
producer: Rodney Mills
lead vocals: Donnie Van Zant and Don Barnes
engineer: Rodney Mills and Gregory M. Quesnel
background vocals: Carol Veto and Don Barnes
guitar: Don Barnes and Jeff Carlisi
drums (drum set): Steve Brookins and Jack Grondin
bass guitar: Larry Junstrom
associate producer: Jeff Carlisi and Don Barnes
writer: Jeff Carlisi, Jim Peterik
Lately I'm learnin
That so many yearnings are never to be
The childhood illusions are merely delusions of a girl that I see

In my minds eye
I see clearly a vision of how it could be

Me and my fantasy girl
Hold on to me
Be my fantasy girl
Don't set me free
Now I've had my share
Sometimes I swear that I've had enough
You end up in sorrow
Broken tomorrows, love can be tough
But my minds eyed sees a vision of true love and how it should be

Me and my fantasy girl
Hold on to me
Be my fantasy girl
Don't set me free
Be my fantasy
Yeah yeah yeah

I see clearly a vision of how it could be, yeah
Be my fantasy
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah

Be my fantasy girl
Hold on to me
Your my fantasy girl
Don't set me free
Be my fantasy girl
Hold on to me
Your my fantasy girl
Don't set me free

Yeah
From this fantasy

Hittin’ and Runnin’

length: 4:56
producer: Rodney Mills
piano: Steve McRay
lead vocals: Donnie Van Zant and Don Barnes
engineer: Rodney Mills and Gregory M. Quesnel
bass: Larry Junstrom
background vocals: Carol Veto and Don Barnes
guitar: Don Barnes and Jeff Carlisi
drums (drum set): Jack Grondin and Steve Brookins
associate producer: Jeff Carlisi and Don Barnes
writer: Don Barnes, Jim Peterik
Your bad reputation follows you around
You're tryin' to shake it, but you just can't live it down
You swear that you're tryin', you're desp'rate to change.
Still you're aimin' for the heart ev'ry time love gets away

And you're hittin' and runnin' out on the street
Watch out! she's hittin' and runnin',
She sees you comin' woah
Hittin' and Runnin' out on the street again

You say that you're better and your teasin' is through
But seein's believin' and I just can't say it's true
And I get this feelin' ev'ry time you're in town
If we're passin' on the street you might try to run me down

And you're hittin' and runnin' out on the street
Watch out! she's hittin' and runnin',
She sees you comin' woah
Hittin' and Runnin' out on the street again

You'll be cryin', so tired of lyin,'
So all alone in the danger zone.
You're hurt plenty, you hit so many
That soon you'll wind up alone

Hittin' and runnin' out on the street
Watch out! she's hittin' and runnin',
She sees you comin' woah
Hittin' and Runnin', out on the street again
And again and again!

Honky Tonk Dancer

length: 4:57
producer: Rodney Mills
piano: Steve McRay
lead vocals: Donnie Van Zant and Don Barnes
engineer: Rodney Mills and Gregory M. Quesnel
bass: Larry Junstrom
background vocals: Carol Veto and Don Barnes
guitar: Don Barnes and Jeff Carlisi
drums (drum set): Jack Grondin and Steve Brookins
associate producer: Jeff Carlisi and Don Barnes
writer: Don Barnes, Larry Steele, Donnie Van Zant
Lady in red what'cha doin'?
Who the hell do you think you're foolin'?
Why you actin' so cold?
You're the angel of town you keep sayin',
"Got to work no time for playin'".
But what the others don't know.

When the clock strikes five you really come alive
forget about who you are
Forget about the week and all the bus'ness heat
Tonight you become a star
That's what you are,

You're a honky tonk night time dancer,
You're a queenie when you take the floor.
You're a honky tonk night time dancer,
star attraction that's fo' sho',
that's what you are!

Listen here, now
Monday mornin' comin' routine you're out there runnin'
Boss man likes his coffee sweet
Ain't no life for you, baby,
soon or later gonna drive you crazy
Moon lightin' ev'ry week

When the sun goes down you really come around
forget about who you are
You're a night time girl
when you're showin' all the world
Tonight you're gonna be a star
that's what you are

You're a honky tonk night time dancer,
You're a queenie when you take the floor.
You're a honky tonk night time dancer,
star attraction that's fo' sho',

Monday mornin' comin'
routine you're out there runnin'
Boss man likes his coffee sweet
Ain't no good for you, baby
Tell the man he must be crazy!
You gotta moonlight ev'ry week

When the clock strikes five you really come alive
Forget about who you are
Forget about the week and all the bus'ness heat
Tonight you become a star.
That's what you are,

You're a honky tonk night time dancer,
You're a queenie when you take the floor.
You're a honky tonk night time dancer,

Throw Out the Line

length: 3:45
producer: Rodney Mills
lead vocals: Don Barnes and Donnie Van Zant
engineer: Gregory M. Quesnel and Rodney Mills
bass: Larry Junstrom
background vocals: Carol Veto and Don Barnes
guitar: Jeff Carlisi and Don Barnes
drums (drum set): Steve Brookins and Jack Grondin
associate producer: Jeff Carlisi and Don Barnes
writer: Don Barnes, Jeff Carlisi, Donnie Van Zant
Whoa
I'm runnin' around in a circle
Never know where to stop
'Cause I'm lookin' for
A special kind of lady
Hopin' that she'll change my luck
I took a chance, asked you to dance
Wanted just to take you home
I'm holdin' steady, I know I'll be ready. Will you be comin' if I call?

Throw out the line
And make a believer
Just give me the time
You know I won't leave ya
Someday you'll be mine
I can't give ya up
Throw out the line
Oh won't you throw out the line

So I, I make my move
I might break all the rules
The strategy's my only game
I can't fake it
My heart won't take it
I'm hopin' that you'll feel the same

Throw out the line
To make a believer
Just give me the time
You know I won't leave ya
Someday you'll be mine
I can't give you up
Throw out the line
Won't you throw out the line

Bring It On

length: 5:40
producer: Rodney Mills
lead vocals: Don Barnes and Donnie Van Zant
engineer: Gregory M. Quesnel and Rodney Mills
bass: Larry Junstrom
background vocals: Carol Veto and Don Barnes
guitar: Jeff Carlisi and Don Barnes
drums (drum set): Steve Brookins and Jack Grondin
associate producer: Jeff Carlisi and Don Barnes
writer: Jeff Carlisi, Larry Steele, Donnie Van Zant
I been betrayed, 'cause I've been away
Why can't you ever see it my way?
See'mon baby, you know what I mean.
I been eleven years doin' long hard work
We're finally getting' what we deserve
I said, see'mon baby, I'm not to blame

I said a one night stand takes a certain kind of man
But we do it
It's a hell of way, you learn to live for the day
If you choose it
That's why I say now
Take it from me, it's not like it seems
Someday I'll give ya all that you need
But a tense word, baby, you just gotta believe

I said a one night stand takes a certain kind of man
But we do it
You know I'm not much at home
We live that danger zone
But you knew it

That's why I say
Bring it on
Bring it on
I'll deal with trouble when I get home
Bring it on
Bring it on
I'd rather fight it than go it alone

The jealousy's got you too blind to see
It ain't fair what you're doin' to me
I say, see'mon baby, I'm tired of tryin' to please
Lonely nights and cocaine highs
If that don't getcha then you'll pay the price
See'mon baby, that's all a part of me

I say one night stands take a certain kind of man
But we do it
Lord, how we do it
I'm not much at home, we live that danger zone

That's why I say
Bring it on
Bring it on
I'll deal with trouble when I get home
Bring it on
Bring it on
I'd rather fight it than go it alone
Bring it on
Bring it on
I'll deal with trouble when I get home
Bring it on (Bring it on)
Bring it on
I'd rather fight it than go it alone