Gonna go down fightin'
Gonna go down fightin'
'cause I know that I'm right and
I'm gonna go down fightin' for your love

Well I know what your thinkin'
You got me up against the wall
But the higher that your flyin'
The further down you gotta fall
Now don't you be fooled by my shakin' knees
'cause I can fight dirty and when I'm scared
I get mean

Well I know you're thinkin'
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

Slim Jim was a stool pidgeon
On the payroll of the F.B.I.
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 keen 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 fakin' it
Foolin' myself that I'm makin' it
I'm not fakin' 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 ,I'm gonna lat it on the line
'cause I'm a great believer, in hangin' on to what is mine
So come over here and listen, I don't want you to be missin'
What I say
And I ain't gonna waste my time sayin' it all again

I've been hearin' 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 missin'
What I say
And I ain't gonna waste my time sayin' it all again

Turn on your receiver, there's a message comin' through
Keep your hands off my woman
Keep your hands to yourself
Keep your hands off my woman

Well, some contend that this rock'n'roll
Is bad for the body, bad for the soul
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 crackass place
With 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 a teenage nervous breakdown
It's a teenage nervous breakdown

I'm a freewheeler, an underground dealer
The kind of guy you never get to know
So you can stop thinking about stoppin' my drinkin'
You know I'll go the road I choose to go

I'm a freewheeler, living undercover
When things get hot I have to move out fast
When they know I'm lyin', the women come cryin'
But still I go the road I choose to go

No-one's ever going to re-arrange me
No-one's ever going to try to change me
You know I'll go the road I choose to go

I'm doin' fine, takin' my time
I don't want to settle down
No, no, no

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 draggin' me down
Come on light a candle in this heart of mine

Starbright, starbright, you've got the lovin' that I like
Turn this crazy bird around
Should not have got on this flight tonight

I'm drinkin' sweet champagne got the headphones up high
Can't numb you, can't drum you out of my mind

They're singin' - "Goodbye baby,
Baby bye-bye,
Ooh! Love is blind"

Up go thru 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.

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 walkin' mile after mile
On my face no trace of a smile
Why does time pass so slow

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

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.

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 rugged mile
He looked for work and money, and he walked a rugged mile
Your children are so hungry
That they don't know how to smile.

Your baby's eye's look crazy, they're tuggin' at your sleeve
Your baby's eye's look crazy, they're tuggin' at your sleeve
You walk the floor and you wonder why
With every breath you breathe.

The rats have got your flour, bad blood it got your mare
The rats have 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's a cryin' louder now, it's poundin' at your brain
Your baby's a cryin' louder now, it's poundin' at your brain
Your wife's screams are a stabbin' you
Like dirty, drivin' rain.

Your grass is turning black, and there's no water in your well
Your grass is turning black, and there's no water in yuor 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 eye's fix on the shotgun
That's hangin' on the wall.

Your brain it is a bleedin', and your legs can't seem to stand
Your brain it is a bleedin', and your legs can't seem to stand
Your eye's fix on the shotgun
That you're holdin' in your hand.

There's seven breezes blowin', around the cabin door
There's seven breezes blowin', all around the cabin door
Seven shots ring out
Like the ocean's pounding roar

There's seven people dead, on a south dakota farm
There's seven people dead, on a south dakota farm
Somewhere in the distance
There's seven new people born.

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