The Long Run Album

Artist(s): Eagles

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The Long Run

length: 3:42
producer: Bill Szymczyk
membranophone: Don Henley
lead vocals: Don Henley
mixer: Bill Szymczyk
background vocals: Don Felder, Glenn Frey, Joe Walsh and Timothy B. Schmit
slide guitar: Joe Walsh and Don Felder
bass guitar: Timothy B. Schmit
guitar: Glenn Frey
organ: Don Felder
writer: Don Henley, Glenn Frey

I used to hurry a lot I used to worry a lot
I used to stay out till the break of day
Oh that didn't get it
It was high time I quit it

I just couldn't carry on that way
Oh I did some damage I know it's true
Didn't now I was so lonely till I found you
You can go the distance

We'll find out in the long run
(in the long run)
We can handle some resistance
If our love is a strong one (is a strong one)

People talkin' about is
They got nothin' else to do
When it all comes down we will
Still come through

In the long run
Ooh, I want to tell you, it's a long run

You know I don't understand why you don't treat yourself better
Do the crazy things that you do
'Cause all the debutantes in Houston, baby,
Couldn't hold a candle to you

Did you do it for love?
Did you do it for money?
Did you do it for spite?
Did you think you had to, honey?

Who is gonna make it?
We'll find out in the long run
(in the long run)
I know we can take it

If our love is a strong one
(is a strong one)
Well, we're scared, but we ain't shakin'
Kinda bent, but we ain't breakin' in the long run

Ooh, I want to tell you, it's a long run in the long run
In the long run, etc..

I Can’t Tell You Why

length: 4:56
producer: Bill Szymczyk
membranophone: Don Henley
lead vocals: Timothy B. Schmit
mixer: Bill Szymczyk
background vocals: Don Henley and Glenn Frey
bass guitar: Timothy B. Schmit
guitar: Glenn Frey and Glenn Frey
Hammond organ: Joe Walsh
synthesizer: Joe Walsh
Rhodes piano: Joe Walsh
writer: Don Henley, Glenn Frey, Timothy B. Schmit
Look at us baby up all night
Tearing our love apart
Aren't we the same two people who live
Through years in the dark?
Ahh
Every time I try to walk away
Something makes me turn around and stay
And I can't tell you why

When we get crazy
It just ain't to right
(Try to keep you head little girl)
Girl I get lonely too
You don't have to worry
Just hold on tight
(Don't get caught in your little world)
Cause I love you
Nothing's wrong as far as I can see
We make it harder than it has to be
And I can't tell you why
No, baby, I can't tell you why
I can't tell you why
No, no, baby, I can't tell you why
I can't tell you why
I can't tell you why

In the City

length: 3:47
producer: Bill Szymczyk
lead vocals: Joe Walsh
mixer: Bill Szymczyk
slide guitar: Joe Walsh
writer: Joe Walsh, Barry De Vorzon
Somewhere out there on that horizon
Out beyond the neon lights
I know there must be somethin’ better
But there’s nowhere else in sight
It’s survival in the city
When you live from day to day
City streets don’t have much pity
When you’re down, that’s where you’ll stay
In the city, oh, oh.
In the city

I was born here in the city
With my back against the wall
Nothing grows, and life ain’t very pretty
No one’s there to catch you when you fall
Somewhere out on that horizon
Faraway from the neon sky
I know there must be somethin’ better
And I can’t stay another night
In the city, oh, oh.
In the city

The Disco Strangler

length: 2:46
producer: Bill Szymczyk
lead vocals: Don Henley
mixer: Bill Szymczyk
writer: Don Henley, Don Felder, Glenn Frey
Lookin' for the good life
Dressed to kill
She don't have to worry 'cause
there's always someone else who will
Loose and loaded every night
Dancin' underneath the flashin' light
Sayin, 'look at me, baby, look at me.
I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful, I'm somebody.'
Just slip into the arms of the disco strangler

he's been around here all along, baby,
Been waiting for his time to come.
You lookin' for attention, darlin'
He will surely give you some

he's the crimson in your face do jour,
The fiddler in your darkest night.
he's the melody without a cure and
Rome is burning, but that's all right.
Just slip into the arms of the disco strangler
Just slip into the arms of the disco strangler

King of Hollywood

length: 6:30
producer: Bill Szymczyk
lead vocals: Glenn Frey and Don Henley
mixer: Bill Szymczyk
solo guitar: Don Felder, Glenn Frey and Joe Walsh
writer: Don Henley, Glenn Frey
Well, he sits up there on his leatherette
Looks through pictures of the ones that he hasn

Heartache Tonight

length: 4:26
producer: Bill Szymczyk
lead vocals: Glenn Frey
guest membranophone: Don Henley
mixer: Bill Szymczyk
background vocals: Timothy B. Schmit, Don Henley and Bob Seger
slide guitar: Joe Walsh
bass guitar: Timothy B. Schmit
guitar: Don Felder and Glenn Frey
writer: Don Henley, Glenn Frey, Bob Seger, J.D. Souther
Somebody's gonna hurt someone before the night is through.
Somebody's gonna come undone; there's nothin' we can do
Ev'rybody wants to touch somebody, if it takes all night
Ev'rybody wants to take a little chance, make it come out right
There's gonna be a heartache tonight, a heartache tonight I know
There's gonna be a heartache tonight, a heartache tonight I know

Lord, I know. Some people like to stay out late
Some folks can't hold out that long
But nobody wants to go home now; there's too much goin' on
This night is gonna last forever. Last all, last all summer long
Some time before the sun comes up the radio is gonna play that song
There's gonna be a heartache tonight, a heartache tonight I know
There's gonna be a heartache tonight, a heartache tonight I know

Lord, I know. There's gonna be a heartache tonight
The moon's shinin' bright, so turn out the light, and we'll get it right
There's gonna be a heartache tonight, a heartache to night, I know

Somebody's gonna hurt someone before the night is through
Somebody's gonna come undone; there's nothin' we can do
Ev'rybody wants to touch somebody, if it takes all night
Ev'rybody wants to take a little chance, make it come out right
There's gonna be a heartache tonight, a heartache tonight I know
Let's go. We can beat around the bushes; we can get down to the bone
We can leave it in the parkin' lot, but either way
There's gonna be a heartache tonight, a heartache tonight I know

Those Shoes

length: 4:57
producer: Bill Szymczyk
mixer: Bill Szymczyk
additional keyboard: Gary Grimm
additional percussion: Gary Grimm
talkbox: Joe Walsh and Don Felder
solo talkbox: Joe Walsh
writer: Don Henley, Glenn Frey, Don Felder
Tell us what you're gonna do tonight, momma
There must be someplace you can go
In the middle of the tall drinks and the drama
There must be someone you know

God knows you're lookin' good enough
But you're so smooth and the world's so rough
You might have somethin' to lose

Oh no, pretty momma, what you gonna do in those shoes

Got those pretty little straps around your ankles
Got those shiny little chains around your heart
You got to have your independence
But you don't know just where to start

Desperation in the singles bars
And all those jerk offs in their fancy cars
You can't believe your reviews

Oh no, you can't do that once you started wearin' those shoes

They're lookin' at you, leanin' on you
Tell you anything you want to hear
They give you tablets of love
They're waiting for you, got to score you
Handy with a shovel and so sincere
Ooh, they got the kid glove

You just want someone to talk to
They just want to get their hands on you
You get whatever you choose

Oh no, you can't do that once you started wearin' those shoes
Oh no, you can't do that once you started wearin' those shoes

Teenage Jail

length: 3:45
producer: Bill Szymczyk
lead vocals: Joe Walsh and Don Henley
mixer: Bill Szymczyk
solo guitar: Don Felder
solo synthesizer: Glenn Frey
writer: J.D. Souther, Glenn Frey, Don Henley
Stare out the window,
You can't make the time go
You don't even know why you're here

Wait for the weekend to go off the deep end
And make everything disappear
You're lost in a teenage jail
So you and so vicious and so frail

Where something is always for sale
You're lost in a teenage jail.

You're not like your mothers.
You're not like the others
You're not quite like anyone else,

They don't even know you,
Got nothing to show you,
So get something good for yourself
You're lost in a teenage jail

So young and so vicious and so frail
Where something is always for sale.
You're lost in a teenage jail.

The Greeks Don’t Want No Freaks

length: 2:21
producer: Bill Szymczyk
lead vocals: Don Henley
mixer: Bill Szymczyk
background vocals: Jimmy Buffett
writer: Don Henley, Glenn Frey
There was beer all over the dance floor
And the band was playin' rhythm and blues
You got down and did the gator
And half an hour later you were barfin' all over your girlfriend's shoes

But the Greeks don't want no freaks
The Greeks don't want no freaks
Just put a little smile on them rosy cheeks
'cause the Greeks don't want no freaks

GATOR!

She was the pride and the passion of Dixie
She did exactly what her daddy had planned
She was a perfect little sister until somebody missed her
And they found her in the bushes with the boys in the band

But the Greeks don't want no freaks
No, the Greeks don't want no freaks
So put a great big smile on them rosy cheeks
'cause the Greeks don't want no freaks

No, the Greeks don't want no freaks
Said, the Greeks don't want no freaks
Just put that monster smile on them rosy cheeks
'cause the Greeks don't want no freaks
No, the Greeks don't want no freaks

The Sad Café

length: 5:34
producer: Bill Szymczyk
lead vocals: Don Henley
guest alto saxophone: David Sanborn
mixer: Bill Szymczyk
solo guitar: Don Felder
writer: Don Henley, Glenn Frey, J.D. Souther, Joe Walsh
Out in the shiny night the rain
Was softly falling
The tracks that ran down the boulevard had
All been washed away

Out of the silver light the past came softly calling
And I remember the times we spent
Inside the Sad Cafe

Oh it seemed like a holy place
Protected by amazing grace
And we would sing right out loud the
Things we could not say
We thought we could change this world
With words like "love" and "freedom"
We were part of the lonely crowd
Inside the Sad Cafe

Oh, expecting to fly,
We would meet on that beautiful shore in the
Sweet by and by

Some of their dreams came true,
Some just passed away
And some of the stayed behind
Inside the Sad Cafe.

The clouds rolled in and hid that shore
Now that Glory Train, it don't stop here no more
Now I look at the years gone by,
And wonder at the powers that be.
I don't know why fortune smiles on some
And let's the rest go free

Maybe the time has drawn the faces I recall
But things in this life change very slowly,
If they ever change at all
There's no use in asking why,
It just turned out that way
So meet me at midnight baby
Inside the Sad Cafe.
Why don't you meet me at midnight baby,
Inside the Sad Cafe.