Go Down Fighting:

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

Not Fakin' It:
	 
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:
	 
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

Teenage Nervous Breakdown:
(Lowell George)

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

Freewheeler:

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

This Flight Tonight:
(Joni Mitchell)	 
	 
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

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 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

The Ballad Of Hollis Brown:
(Bob Dylan)
	 
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