[Verse 1]
Oh, my, don't the sky look spacious
With the stars all shining down
And I can hear the night wind howling
With its high and lonesome sound
And I ain't had a woman in so long
I need to feed my starving soul
Come on and saddle up, boys, we're gonna ride into town
We're gonna get a little out of control
[Verse 2]
There's a card game in the corner
And the barmaid smiled at me
Well, I slipped her a sliver dollar and
She brought me a drink for free
Well, the town-folk call her the cheap one
And the gamblers call her Flo
Come on and set 'em up again
I got me a friend, and I think I'm getting out of control
[Bridge]
She's cool water, her mama taught her
Well, I got news, she's mine and mine alone
[Verse 3]
Well, if anybody's looking for trouble
I'm the one that you should try
Well, I'll fight any man who wants to
And I don't care who or why
Like the gambler in the story
You got no guts, you get no glory
And I'm betting my money on an ace in the hole
And I think I'm getting out of control
Out of Control was written by Tom Nixon & Don Henley & Glenn Frey.
Out of Control was produced by Bill Szymczyk & Allan Blazek.