Nazareth Album

(copyright 1973 mountain music ltd., carlin music corp.
all rights reserved.
yellow dog music, inc. in canada and u.s.)


chorus:
I'm gonna go down fightin'
I'm 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 you're thinkin'
You got me up against the wall
But the higher that you're 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.

chorus

I know you're thinkin'
That the odds is on your side
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.

chorus

(copyright 1973 mountain music, ltd., carlin music corp.
All rights reserved.
Yellow dog music in canada and u.s.)

Slim Jim was a stool pidgeon
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 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
And 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
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 let 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 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.

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.

(copyright lowell george, 1971 naked snake music)


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

(copyright 1973 mountain music ltd., carlin music corp.
All rights reserved.
yellow dog music in canada and u.s.)


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

No one's ever gonna rearrange 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 lover, 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 gonna rearrange me
No one's ever gonna 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.

[No lyrics]

(copyright 1973 mountain music ltd., carlin music corp.
All rights reserved.
yellow dog music in canada and u.s.)


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?

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.

(copyright bob dylan, 1963 m. witmark & sons. warner bros. music)


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
They're tuggin' at your sleeve
Your baby's eyes look crazy now
They're tuggin' at your sleeve
You walk the floor and you wonder why
With every breath that 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' on your brain
Your baby's a-cryin' louder
Now it's poundin' on your brain
Your wife's screams are a-stabbin' you
Like dirty, drivin' rain.

Your grass is turnin' black
And there's no water in your well
Your grass is turnin' black
There's no water in your well
You spent your last lone dollar
On them seven shotgun shells.

[No lyrics]

(copyright 1973 mountain music ltd., carlin music corp.
all rights reserved.
yellow dog music, inc. in canada and u.s.)


chorus:
I'm gonna go down fightin'
I'm 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 you're thinkin'
You got me up against the wall
But the higher that you're 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.

chorus

I know you're thinkin'
That the odds is on your side
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.

chorus

(copyright bob dylan, 1963 m. witmark & sons. warner bros. music)


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
They're tuggin' at your sleeve
Your baby's eyes look crazy now
They're tuggin' at your sleeve
You walk the floor and you wonder why
With every breath that 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' on your brain
Your baby's a-cryin' louder
Now it's poundin' on your brain
Your wife's screams are a-stabbin' you
Like dirty, drivin' rain.

Your grass is turnin' black
And there's no water in your well
Your grass is turnin' black
There's no water in your well
You spent your last lone dollar
On them seven shotgun shells.