Go Down Swingin' Songtext
von John Hiatt

Kicking and a-screaming
Only way I learn
I′m afraid of my own shadow
Not the birds around the turn
Well, I lost myself and found myself
While you were kissing ass
And I know it's not your nature
Just to let me pass

So I′m gonna go down swinging
Singing 'til the end
I'm gonna go down swinging
You and me and your best friend
I′m gonna go down swinging
Uppercut to left jab
I′m gonna go down swinging
Everything I have


Sometimes I am a predator
Barreling for my life
Other times I am a field mouse
Running for the sides
Of the biggest, baddest cornfield
Bigger than my Indiana home
'Til the harvest comes along
And leaves my tiny bones

I′m gonna go down swinging
Singing 'til the end
I′m gonna go down swinging
Like the Duke recommends
I'm gonna go down swinging
On the bleachers in left field
I′m gonna go down swinging
Like a blade of steel

That scarecrow staring nothing
Trumpet player in the barn
And he's puffing both his cheeks out
And he's lifting both his arms
As he blows his nose to heaven
As he beats a gunk shoe in
And all along the river
The air is sweet as sin


I wanna go down singing
Hallelujah, Gabriel
I wanna go down singing
Oh, you play the blues so well
I wanna go down swinging
Yeah, three sheets to the wind
I wanna go down swinging
Armstrong to the end, yeah

Go down swinging
Go down swinging
Go down swinging, baby