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 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
