Go Down Fighting
I'm gonna go down fighting
I'm gonna go down fighting
'Cause I know that I'm right and
I'm gonna go down fighting for our love
Well I know what you're thinking
You got me up against the wall
But the higher that you're flying
The further down you gotta fall
Now don't you be fooled by my shaking knees
'Cause I can fight dirty and when I'm scared
I get mean
I'm gonna go down fighting
I'm gonna go down fighting
'Cause I know that I'm right and
I'm gonna go down fighting for our love
I know you're thinking
That the odds is on your side
But the first thing you gotta learn is
That it just don't come down to size
I can see the seeds of doubt
Begin to grow on your face
If you wanna back down now
You know that's no disgrace
Not Faking It
Slim Jim was a stool pigeon
On the payroll of the FBI
Reverend Fred sold instant religion
With a license from the man in the sky
Billy the kid was a gunslinger
Edgar Wallace was a dead ringer
Me, I'm just a rock 'n' roll singer
Keyhole Pete was a bird watcher
Had a telephoto lens in each eye
Jack the ripper was a cool stalker
But his birds no longer fly
James Joyce was a mudslinger
Jesus Christ was a forgiver
Me, I'm just a rock 'n' roll singer
I'm not faking it
Fooling myself that I'm making it
I'm not faking it
Tricky dicky was a fast talker
But his promises were always a lie
Nostradamus was a doomwatcher
Predicted when we're gonna die
Cleopatra was a love giver
Jesse James was a born killer
Me, I'm just a rock 'n' roll singer
Turn On Your Receiver
Turn on your receiver , I'm gonna late it on the line
'Cause I'm a great believer, in hanging on to what is mine
So come over here and listen, I don't want you to be missing
What I say
And I ain't gonna waste my time saying it all again
I've been hearing stories,'fact the word's all over town
I've had my share of worries ever since you've been around
So come over hear and listen, I don't want you to be missing
What I say
And I ain't gonna waste my time saying it all again
Turn on your receiver, there's a message coming through
Keep your hands off my woman
Keep your hands to yourself
Keep your hands off my woman
Teenage Nervous Breakdown
Well, some contend that this rock 'n' roll
Is bad for the body, bad for the soul
It's bad for the heart, bad for the mind
Bad for the deaf and bad for the blind
It makes some men crazy and then they talk like fools
It makes some men crazy and then they start to drool
Unscrupulous operators could confuse
Could exploit and deceive
The conditional reflex theories
Change the probabilities, I said it's a
Crass and raucous crack-ass place
With a Pavlov on the human race
It's a terrible illness, a terrible case
And usually permanent when it takes place
It's a teenage nervous breakdown
It's gonna break ya
It's gonna shake ya
Free Wheeler
I'm a free wheeler, I'm an underground dealer
I'm a kind of guy you never get to know
You can quit thinking about stopping my drinking
You know I'll go the road I choose to go
No one's ever gonna re-arrange me
No one's ever gonna try to change me
You know I'll go the road I choose to go
I'm a free wheeler, living undercover
When things get hot I have to move out fast
When they know I'm lying, the women come crying
But still I go the road I choose to go
No-one's ever gonna re-arrange me
No-one's ever gonna try to change me
You know I'll go the road I choose to go
I'm doing fine, taking my time
I don't want to settle down
No, no, no
This Flight Tonight
Look out the left the captain said
The lights down there that's where we'll land
Saw a falling star burning
High above the Las Vegas sand
It wasn't the one that you gave to me
That night down south between the trailers
Not the early one that you wish upon
Not the northern one that guides in the sailors
You've got that touch so gentle and sweet
But you've got that look so critical
Can't talk to you babe you know I get so weak
Sometimes I think that love is just mythical
Up there's a heaven, down there's a town
Blackness everywhere any little lights shine
Blackness, blackness dragging me down
Come on light a candle in this heart of mine
Star bright, star bright, you've got the loving that I like
Turn this crazy bird around
Should not have got on this flight tonight
I'm drinking sweet champagne, got the head phones up high
Can't numb you, can't drum you out of my mind
They're singing:
"Goodbye baby, baby bye-bye,
Oh, love is blind"
Up go the flaps, down go the wheels
Hope you got your heat turned on baby
Hope they've finally fixed your automobile
Hope it's better when we meet again babe
Child In The Sun
I am just a child in the sun
Just another soul on the run
One more of your unwanted sons
Tell me where can I go
I had a line I tried for a while
Now I'm walking mile after mile
On my face no trace of a smile
Why does time pass so slow
I have no ties my hands are unbound
There is no friend no love I have found
I have no ups I'm fixed to the ground
Tell me river where you flow
Take me down to the river
Take me down to the sea
Where I can drown all my sorrows
Wash all my troubles away
Watch all my cares sail away
The Ballad Of Hollis Brown
Hollis Brown he lived, on the outside of town
Hollis Brown he lived, on the outside of town
With his wife and five children
In his cabin broken down
He looked for work and money, and he walked a ragged mile
He looked for work and money, and he walked a ragged mile
Your children are so hungry
That they don't know how to smile
Your baby's eyes look crazy and they're tugging at your sleeve
Your baby's eyes look crazy now, they're tugging at your sleeve
You walk the floor and you wonder why
With every breath you breathe
The rats they've got your flour, bad blood it got your mare
The rats they got your flour, bad blood it got your mare
Is there anyone that knows
Is there anyone that cares
You prayed to the Lord above to please send you a friend
You prayed to the Lord above to please send you a friend
Your empty pockets tell you
That you ain't got no friend
Your baby a-crying louder now it's pounding on your brain
Your baby's crying louder now it's pounding on your brain
Your wife's screams are a-stabbing you
Like dirty, driving rain
Your grass is turning black and there's no water in your well
Your grass is turning black there's no water in your well
You spent your last lone dollar
On them seven shotgun shells
Way out in the wilderness a cold coyote calls
Way out in the wilderness a cold coyote calls
Your eyes fix on the shotgun
That's hanging on the wall
Your brain it is a-bleeding and your legs can't seem to stand
Your brain it is a-bleeding and your legs can't seem to stand
Your eyes fix on the shotgun
That you're holding in your hand
There's seven breezes blowing around the cabin door
There's seven breezes blowing all around the cabin door
Seven shots ring out
Like the oceans pounding roar
There's seven people dead on a South Dakota farm
Seven people dead on a South Dakota farm
Somewhere in the distance
There's seven new people born
All titles © Carlin Music Corp. except 'Teenage Nervous Breakdown': © EMI Music Publishing ltd.;
'This Flight Tonight': © Windswept Pacific
Music Ltd.; 'The Ballad Of Hollis Brown ': Sony Music Publishing