Freedom Album

Artist(s): Neil Young

Cover Art

Neil Young Freedom Cover Art

Tracklist

Rockin’ in the Free World

length: 3:40
producer: The Volume Dealers
mixer: David Hewitt
recording engineer: David Hewitt
vocal: Neil Young
guitar: Neil Young
composer: Neil Young
lyricist: Neil Young

See the colors on the street
Red, White and Blue
People shufflin' their feet
People sleepin' in their shoes
There's a warnin' sign on the road ahead
There's a lotta people sayin' we'd be better off dead
Don't feel like Satan, but I am to them
So I try to forget it any way I can.

Keep on rockin' in the Free World...(x4)

I see a girl in the night
With a baby in her hands
Under an old street light
Near a garbage can
Now she puts her kid away, she's gonna get a hit
She hates her life for what she's done to it
That's one mre kid that'll never go to school,
never get to fall in love, never get to be cool.

Keep on rockin' in the Free World...(x4)

There's a thousand points of light
For the homeless man
There's an kinder, gentler machine-gun hand
I see a band and a people trying to keep hope alive
We got fuel to burn, got roads to drive.

Keep on rockin' in the Free World...

Crime in the City (Sixty to Zero, Part I)

length: 8:45
producer: The Volume Dealers
membranophone: Chad Cromwell
vocal: Neil Young
trumpet: John Fumo and Tommy Bray
mixer: Neil Young and Niko Bolas
recording engineer: Niko Bolas
bass: Rick Rosas
alto saxophone: Ben Keith
guitar: Frank Sampedro and Neil Young
tenor saxophone: Steve Lawrence
trombone: Claude Cailliet
baritone saxophone: Larry Cragg
composer: Neil Young
lyricist: Neil Young
Well, the cop made the showdown
He was sure he was right
He had all of the lowdown
From the bank heist last night
His best friend was the robber
And his wife was a thief
All the children were killers
They couldn't get no relief
The bungalow was surrounded
When a voice loud and clear
Said, Come on out with your hands up
Or we'll blow you out of here.
There was a face in the window
The TV cameras rolled
Then they cut to the announcer
And the story was told.

The artist looked at the producer
The producer sat back
He said, What we have got here
Is a perfect track
But we don't have a vocal
And we don't have a song
If we could get these things accomplished
Nothin' else could go wrong.
So he balanced the ashtray
As he picked up the phone
And said, Send me a songwriter
Who's drifted far from home
And make sure that he's hungry
Make sure he's alone
Send me a cheeseburger
And a new Rolling Stone.
Yeah.

There's still crime in the city,
Said the cop on the beat,
I don't know if I can stop it
I feel like meat on the street
They paint my car like a target
I take my orders from fools
Meanwhile some kid blows my head off
Well, I play by their rules
That's why I'm doin' it my way
I took the law in my hands

So here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's still crime in the city
But it's good to be free.
Yeah.

Now I come from a family
That has a broken home
Sometimes I talk to Daddy
On the telephone
When he says that he loves me
I know that he does
But I wish I could see him
I wish I knew where he was
But that's the way all my friends are
Except maybe one or two
Wish I could see him this weekend
Wish I could walk in his shoes
But now I'm doin' my own thing
Sometimes I'm good, then I'm bad
Although my home has been broken
It's the best home I ever had
Yeah.

Well, I keep gettin' younger
My life's been funny that way
Before I ever learned to talk
I forgot what to say
I sassed back to my mom
I sassed back to my teacher
I got thrown out of Bible school
For sassin' back at the preacher
Then I grew up to be a fireman
Put out every fire in town
Put out anything smokin'
But when I put the hose down
The judge sent me to prison
He gave me life without parole
Wish I never put the hose down
Wish I never got old.

Don’t Cry

length: 4:16
producer: The Volume Dealers
membranophone: Chad Cromwell
vocal: Neil Young
mixer: Neil Young and Niko Bolas
recording engineer: Niko Bolas
bass: Rick Rosas
guitar: Neil Young
composer: Neil Young
lyricist: Neil Young
Don't cry my sweet girl
Nothin' I say is written in stone
Don't cry my sweet love
You won't really be alone, oh

I'll help you pack your things
I'll walk with you out to the car
I'll hold on to the ring
I won't forget the way things are, oh

My sweet love

Your disappointed eyes
Are haunting me like my big lies
I see you glaring now
I see you staring in the fire

My sweet love

Don't cry my sweet girl
Nothin' I say is written in stone
Don't cry my sweet love
You won't really be alone

My sweet love, my sweet love

Don't cry my sweet girl
You won't really be alone
Don't cry my sweet girl
You won't really be alone
Don't cry my sweet girl
You won't really be alone

Hangin’ on a Limb

length: 4:20
producer: The Volume Dealers
vocal: Linda Ronstadt and Neil Young
mixer: Niko Bolas and Neil Young
recording engineer: Niko Bolas
guitar: Neil Young
composer: Neil Young
lyricist: Neil Young
Gently to the sea
He was on the shore
Rooted like a tree
She was here and there
Riding on the waves
Through it all she heard his call
And gave it all she gave.

And though their love was hangin' on a limb
She taught him how to dance and start again
And though their love was hangin' on a limb
She taught him how to dance.

And when the melody
Through the window called
It echoed in the courtyard
And whispered in the halls
He played it through the night
She knew he had to go
There was something about freedom
He thought he didn't know.

And though their love was hangin' on a limb
She taught him how to dance and start again
And though their love was hangin' on a limb
She taught him how to dance.

Though the river flowed
Gently to the sea
He was on the shore
Rooted like a tree
She was here and there
Riding on the waves
Through it all she heard his call
And gave it all she gave.

And though their love was hangin' on a limb
She taught him how to dance.


Eldorado

length: 6:06
producer: The Volume Dealers
vocal: Neil Young
mixer: Niko Bolas and Neil Young
recording engineer: Niko Bolas
bass: Rick Rosas
guitar: Neil Young
acoustic guitar: Poncho Villa
drums (drum set): Chad Cromwell
composer: Neil Young
lyricist: Neil Young
People put me down, say that I'm a fool
But I got news for them
I ain't never going back to driving school.
And I ain't too good with numbers
And I've just run out of fuel
Here comes another corner baby
Let me demonstrate my slide rule.
Drivin' thunder, rollin' down the highway
Just one way to go, just one way to go.
Just one way to go, hey hey, and that's my way.
I stopped into the courthouse
I had to pay some bills
Got talking with the judge
About the finer points of my driving skills.
He said Son, you only drive that way
Tryin' to get your thrills
But bear in mind your driver's license
Ain't never been no license to kill.
Drivin' thunder, rollin' down the highway
Just one way to go, just one way to go.
Just one way to go, hey hey, and that's my way.
Driving school,
Slide rule,
Driving skills,
License to kill.
Drivin' thunder, rollin' down the highway
Just one way to go, just one way to go.
Just one way to go, hey hey, and that's my way.

The Ways of Love

length: 4:30
producer: The Volume Dealers
membranophone: Chad Cromwell
vocal: Neil Young and Linda Ronstadt
mixer: Neil Young and Niko Bolas
recording engineer: Niko Bolas
bass: Rick Rosas
guitar: Neil Young
keyboard: Frank Sampedro
pedal steel guitar: Ben Keith
composer: Neil Young
lyricist: Neil Young
Made my heart come all undone
We've been havin' too much fun
Now someone else
Will sleep with tears
When he hears
What we've done.

Oh, the ways of love
Oh, the ways of love.

Hear my song and hear my heart
We'll be gone when the music starts
Then we'll never be apart
Just you and I
Go flyin' by
No one to cry
That we're gone.

Oh, the ways of love
Oh, the ways of love.

You are my special one
Made my heart come all undone
We've been havin' too much fun
Now someone else
Will sleep with tears
When he hears
What we've done.

Oh, the ways of love
Oh, the ways of love.





Someday

length: 5:43
producer: The Volume Dealers
membranophone: Chad Cromwell
vocal: Neil Young
trumpet: John Fumo and Tommy Bray
mixer: Niko Bolas and Neil Young
recording engineer: Niko Bolas
bass: Rick Rosas
alto saxophone: Ben Keith
guitar: Neil Young
keyboard: Frank Sampedro
tenor saxophone: Steve Lawrence
trombone: Claude Cailliet
baritone saxophone: Larry Cragg
composer: Neil Young
lyricist: Neil Young
Wake up all you sleeping beauties
More are being born while you rest
They're pipin' music in
We all have to sin
Someday
We all have to sin
Someday.

Rommel wore a ring on his finger
He only took it off when he flew his plane
Once he told me why
He said we all have to fly
Someday
We all have to fly
Someday.

The T.V. preacher can't be bothered
With those petty things
He stays a step removed so they say
He's pipin' music in
We all have to sin
Someday
We all have to sin
Someday.

Workin' on that great Alaska pipeline
Many men were lost in the pipe
They went to fuelin' cars
How smog might turn to stars
Someday
Smog might turn to stars
Someday.

Hold me baby, put your arms around me
Give me all the love you have to give
Tomorrow won't be late
We won't have to wait
Someday
We won't have to wait
Someday.

On Broadway

producer: The Volume Dealers
vocal: Neil Young
mixer: Neil Young and Niko Bolas
recording engineer: Niko Bolas
bass: Rick Rosas
guitar: Neil Young
drums (drum set): Chad Cromwell
writer: Mike Stoller, Jerry Leiber, Cynthia Weil, Barry Mann
They say the neon lights are bright
On Broadway
They say there's always magic in the air
But when you're walkin' down that street
And you ain't got enough to eat
The glitter rubs right off and you're nowhere
They say the chicks are somethin' else
On Broadway
But lookin' at them just gives me the blues
'Cause how ya gonna make some time
When all you got is one thin dime
And one thin dime won't even shine your shoes
They say that I won't last too long
On Broadway
I'll catch a Greyhound bus for home they all say
But they're dead wrong, I know they are
'Cause I can play this here guitar
And I won't quit till I'm a star
On Broadway
But they're dead wrong, I know they are
'Cause I can play this here guitar
And I won't quit till I'm a star
On Broadway
On Broadway
I'm gonna make it, yeah
On Broadway
I'll be a big, big man
On Broadway
I'll have my name in lights
On Broadway
Everybody gonna know me
On Broadway
All up and down Broadway
On Broadway

Wrecking Ball

length: 5:10
producer: The Volume Dealers
membranophone: Chad Cromwell
vocal: Neil Young
mixer: Neil Young and Niko Bolas
recording engineer: Niko Bolas
bass: Rick Rosas
guitar: Neil Young
composer: Neil Young
lyricist: Neil Young
My life's an open book
You read it on the radio
We got nowhere to hide
We got nowhere to go
But if you still decide
That you want to take a ride
Meet me at the wrecking ball
Wrecking ball
Wear something pretty and white
And we'll go dancin' tonight
Meet me at the wrecking ball
Wrecking ball
Wear something pretty and white
And we'll go dancin' tonight.
I see your smoky eyes
Right across the bar
I've seen that look before
Shining from star to star
Though I can't take that chance
If you got time for one dance
Meet me at the wrecking ball
Wrecking ball
Wear something pretty and white
And we'll go dancin' tonight
Meet me at the wrecking ball
Wrecking ball
Wear something pretty and white
And we'll go dancin' tonight.
The restless line of cars
Goes stretchin' down the road
But I won't telephone
'Cause you might say hello
What is it makes me feel this way?
What is it makes me want to say
Meet me at the wrecking ball
Wrecking ball
Wear something pretty and white
And we'll go dancin' tonight
Meet me at the wrecking ball
Wrecking ball
Wear something pretty and white
And we'll go dancin' tonight.



No More

length: 6:07
producer: The Volume Dealers
membranophone: Chad Cromwell
vocal: Neil Young
mixer: Neil Young and Niko Bolas
recording engineer: Niko Bolas
bass: Tony Marsico and Rick Rosas
guitar: Neil Young
keyboard: Ben Keith
acoustic guitar: Frank Sampedro
composer: Neil Young
lyricist: Neil Young
Livin' on the edge of night
You know the sun won't go down slow
You don't know which drug is right
Can't decide which way you want to go
I feel the way you feel
'Cause not so long ago
It had a hold on me
I couldn't let it go
It wouldn't set me free
It wouldn't set me free
No more, no more, no more.

Seemed like the easy thing
To let it go for one more day
Like singin' the same old song
And twistin' the words
In a different way
Where did the magic go
I searched high and low
I can't find it no more
I can't get it back
I can't find it no more
I can't find it no more
No more, no more, no more, no more.

Searchin' for quality
Havin' to have the very best
Now scroungin' for quantity
Never havin' time
To do the test
That's how the story goes
Can't put it down
Till the last page
I can't put it down
I can't put it down
I can't put it down.

Too Far Gone

length: 2:49
producer: The Volume Dealers
membranophone: Chad Cromwell
vocal: Ben Keith and Neil Young
mixer: Niko Bolas and Neil Young
recording engineer: Niko Bolas
bass: Rick Rosas
guitar: Neil Young
mandolin: Frank Sampedro
pedal steel guitar: Ben Keith
composer: Neil Young
lyricist: Neil Young
When I woke up you were gone
And the sun was on the lawn
Empty pillow with perfume on
I smelled it.
Well, we met in my favorite bar
Took a ride in my old car
But I still don't know how
We made it home.
Was I too far gone
Too far gone
Too far gone
For you.
We had drugs and we had booze
But we still had something to lose
And by dawn I wanted
To marry you.
With our attitudes by day
And our secret dreams by night
Can we really live our lives
That way.
Am I too far gone
Too far gone
Too far gone
For you.
Was I too far gone
Too far gone
Too far gone
For you.



Rockin’ in the Free World

length: 4:43
producer: The Volume Dealers
mixer: Niko Bolas and Neil Young
bass: Rick Rosas
guitar: Frank Sampedro and Neil Young
keyboard: Ben Keith
drums (drum set): Chad Cromwell
recording engineer: Niko Bolas
vocal: Neil Young and Frank Sampedro
composer: Neil Young
lyricist: Neil Young
See the colors on the street
Red, White and Blue
People shufflin' their feet
People sleepin' in their shoes
There's a warnin' sign on the road ahead
There's a lotta people sayin' we'd be better off dead
Don't feel like Satan, but I am to them
So I try to forget it any way I can.

Keep on rockin' in the Free World...(x4)

I see a girl in the night
With a baby in her hands
Under an old street light
Near a garbage can
Now she puts her kid away, she's gonna get a hit
She hates her life for what she's done to it
That's one mre kid that'll never go to school,
never get to fall in love, never get to be cool.

Keep on rockin' in the Free World...(x4)

There's a thousand points of light
For the homeless man
There's an kinder, gentler machine-gun hand
I see a band and a people trying to keep hope alive
We got fuel to burn, got roads to drive.

Keep on rockin' in the Free World...