DESCRIPTION:
Track 3, and one of the best from their classic fifth album, “The Royal Scam” released in 1976 copyright ABC Records. Recorded from the original vinyl. This album received high sales and critical acclaim on its release, and saw the band nearing their creative peak. It was the second album where the band was reduced to the writing duo of Walter Becker & Donald Fagen, after they stopped touring, backed up by L.A.’s best session musicians, who were all exceptional contributors. Written by Walter Becker & Donald Fagen and produced by Gary Katz. RIP Walter Becker. Featuring:

Donald Fagen – Lead vocals, keyboards, background vocals
Walter Becker – Bass, lead & rhythm guitars
Special guests:
Victor Feldman – Keyboards & percussion
Paul Griffin – Keyboards
Don Grolnick - Keyboards
Dennis Dias – Lead guitars
Larry Carlton – Lead guitars
Dean Parks – Lead guitars
Elliott Randall – Lead guitars
Chuck Rainey – Bass
Rick Marotta – Drums
Bernard “Pretty” Purdie – Drums
Gary Coleman – Percussion
Chuck Findley – Trumpet
Bob Findley - Horn
Dick “Slyde” Hyde – Horn & trombone
Jim Horn – Sax
Plas Johnson – Sax
John Klemmer – Sax
Venetta Fields – Background vocals
Clydie King – Background vocals
Sherlie Matthews – Background vocals
Michael McDonald – Background vocals
Timothy B. Schmit – Background vocals

Agents of the law, luckless pedestrian
I know you're out there with rage in your eyes and your megaphones
Saying all is forgiven mad dog, surrender
How can I answer, a man of my mind can do anything

I'm a bookkeeper's son, I don't wanna shoot no one
Well I crossed my old man back in Oregon
Don't take me alive
Got a case of dynamite, I could hold out here all night
Yes I crossed my old man back in Oregon
Don't take me alive

Can you hear the evil crowd, the lies and the laughter
I hear my inside, the mechanized hum of another world
Where no sun is shining, no red light flashing
Here in this darkness, I know what I've done
I know all at once who I am

I'm a bookkeeper's son, I don't wanna shoot no one
Well I crossed my old man back in Oregon
Don't take me alive
Got a case of dynamite, I could hold out here all night
Yes I crossed my old man back in Oregon
Don't take me alive

I'm a bookkeeper's son, I don't wanna shoot no one
Well I crossed my old man back in Oregon
Don't take me alive
Got a case of dynamite, I could hold out here all night
Yes I crossed my old man back in Oregon
Don't take me alive
Don't take me alive