GO DOWN FIGHTINGNOT FAKIN' ITTURN ON YOUR RECEIVER
TEENAGE NERVOUS BREAKDOWNFREEWHEELERTHIS FLIGHT TONIGHT
CHILD IN THE SUNTHE BALLAD OF HOLLIS BROWN


     Nazareth Loud ‘n’ Proud Credits:
     
     Recorded At The Ganghut, Jamestown, Scotland
     Engineer: Bob Harper(Pye Mobile Recording Unit)
     Remixed At AIR London, Engineer: Geoff Emerick
     Recorded At: Apple Studios, London
     Engineer: John Mills

*CHILD IN THE SUN RECORDED AT APPLE STUDIOS,
    LONDON
ENGINEERED BY JOHN MILLS

     
     Go Down Fighting
     (Nazareth) Carlin Music Corp.
     p 1973 Nazareth(Dunfermline)Ltd.

     Not Fakin’ It (Agnew/Charlton/McCafferty/Sweet)
     Carlin Music Corp.
     p 1973 Nazareth(Dunfermline)Ltd.

     Turn On Your Receiver(Sweet/Agnew/McCafferty/Charlton)
     Carlin Music Corp.
     p 1973 Nazareth(Dunfermline)Ltd.

     Teenage Nervous Breakdown(George)
     EMI  Music Publishing Ltd.
     p 1973 Nazareth(Dunfermline)Ltd.

     Free Wheeler(Sweet/Agnew,Charlton/McCafferty)
     Carlin Music Corp.
     p Nazareth(Dunfermline)Ltd.

     This Flight Tonight(Mitchell)
     Windswept Pacific Music Ltd.
     p 1973 Nazareth(Dunfermline)Ltd.

     Child In The Sun (Sweet/Charlton/Agnew/McCafferty)
     Carlin Music Corp.
     p 1973 Nazareth(Dunfermline)Ltd.

     The Ballad Of Hollis Brown (Dylan)
     Sony Music Publishing
     p 1973 Nazareth(Dunfermline


Go Down Fighting (copyright 1973 mountain music ltd.,carlin music corp. all rights reserved. yellow dog music, inc. in canada and u.s) 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 chorus 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 (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 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 (copyright 1973 mountain music ltd.,carlin music corp. all rights reserved. yellow dog music in canada and u.s.) 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 (copyright lowell george,1971 naked snake music) 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 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 Freewheeler (copyright 1973 mountain music ltd.,carlin music corp. all rights reserved. yellow dog music in canada and u.s.) I'm a freewheeler, an underground dealer The kind of guy you never get to know So you can quit 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 (copyright 1971 joni mitchell pub. corp.) 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 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 (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 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 (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 and they're tuggin' at your sleeve Your baby's eyes look crazy and 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' 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 and 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 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 eyes 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 oceans 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.