Bumble bee...Way down yonder
Way Down Yonder in New Orleans
~Louis Armstrong

Way down yonder in new orleans
In the land of the dreamy scenes
There's a garden of eden...you know what I mean

Creole babies with flashin' eyes
Softly whisper their tender sighs
Then stop....won't you give your lady fair...a little smile
Stop..ya bet your life you'll linger there...a little while

We've got heaven right here on earth
With those beautiful queens
Way down yonder in new...orleans

(instrumental break)

You're gonna find heaven right here on earth
With all them beautiful queens
Way down yonder in new or.....

I goin' down yonder to new orleans

It's way down yonder in new orleans

way down yonder . . . heaven on earth

When the night falls down
I wait for you
And you come around
And the world's alive
With the sound of kids
On the street outside

When you walk into the room
You pull me close and we start to move
And we're spinning with the stars above
And you lift me up in a wave of love...

Ooh, baby, do you know what that's worth ?
Ooh heaven is a place on earth
They say in heaven love comes first
We'll make heaven a place on earth
Ooh heaven is a place on earth

When I feel alone
I reach for you
And you bring me home
When I'm lost at sea
I hear your voice
And it carries me

In this world we're just beginning
To understand the miracle of living
Baby I was afraid before
But I'm not afraid anymore

Ooh, baby, do you know what that's worth ?
Ooh heaven is a place on earth
They say in heaven love comes first
We'll make heaven a place on earth
Ooh heaven is a place on earth

Heaven is a Place on Earth by Belinda Carlisle

heaven on earth...the closest thing to heaven

Looking out the window of this Hollywood hotel,
You’d never know that it was Christmas Eve.
The billboards and the neon took the place of silver bells,
And the temperature is 84 degrees.
I can hear the traffic on the crowded strip below
As the palm trees poke their heads above the scene
There’s not a single reindeer and it hardly ever snows,
And Santa drives a Rolls Royce limousine.

But all along the Rockies you can feel it in the air
From Telluride to Boulder down below
The closest thing to heaven on this planet anywhere
Is a quiet Christmas morning in the Colorado snow

I remember Christmases when I was just a boy
In the morning I would run to see the tree
And the carolers on the hillside sang their songs of Christmas joy
Well, I always thought they sang them just for me.

Now the sun is setting in the California sky
And I can’t find the spirit anywhere
So I think it’s time for me to tell Los Angeles goodbye
I’m going back home to look for Christmas there

But all along the Rockies you can feel it in the air
From Telluride to Boulder down below
The closest thing to heaven on this planet anywhere
Is a quiet Christmas morning in the Colorado snow

Colorado Christmas
Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

*This is one of my favorites and brings back fond memories of the two years I lived in Colorado.*

the closest thing to heaven...the sun is setting

Twilight
~ Neil Young

The sun is setting
on the long road home
And I've been gone too long
My little girl's waitin'
by the front door
I count the minutes
till I hold you once more.
Making love to you
while time stands still
I may be dreamin',
but I always will
'Cause I'll be holding you
When the twilight falls.
Don't be lonely, don't be sad
'Cause you're the best thing
that I ever had
And true love is so hard to find
And we were lookin'
for such a long time.
Making love to you
while time stands still
I may be dreamin',
but I always will
'Cause I'll be holding you
When the twilight falls.
Don't be sad,
you're the best thing
that I ever had.
The sun is settin'
on the long road home.

Waylon Jennings...

WE HAD IT ALL
(Troy Seals - Donnie Fritts)
« © '73 Danor Music, BMI / Irving Music, BMI »

I can hear the wind a blowing in my mind
Just the way it used to sound through the Georgia pines
You were there to answer when I called
You and me Lord knows we had it all

Remember how I used to touch your hair
While reaching for the feeling that was always there
You were the best thing in my life that I recall
You and me we had it all

I know that we can never live those times again
So I let my dreams take me back to where we've been
Then I'll stay with you girl as long as I can
Oh it was so good oh so good hmm when I was your man

Never stop believing in your smile
Even though you didn't stay it was all worth while
You were the best thing in my life that I recall
You and me we had it all mhm

your hair . . . my hair

I'm gonna wash that man right outa my hair,
I'm gonna wash that man right outa my hair,
I'm gonna wash that man right outa my hair,
And send him on his way.

I'm gonna wave that man right outa my arms,
I'm gonna wave that man right outa my arms,
I'm gonna wave that man right outa my arms,
And send him on his way.

Don't try to patch it up
(Tear it up, tear it up!)
Wash him out, dry him out,
(Push him out, fly him out,)
Cancel him and let him go!

I'm gonna wash that man right outa my hair,
I'm gonna wash that man right outa my hair,
I'm gonna wash that man right outa my hair,
And send him on his way.

If a man don't understand you,
If you fly on separate beams,
Waste no time, make a change,
Ride that man right off your range.
Rub him out of the roll call
And drum him out of your dreams.


I'm Gonna Wash That Man Right Outta My Hair from South Pacific.
*dancing around kitchen singing*
*off to the shower to wash hair*

CW, I love that song!
my hair...I'm gonna

I found this little ditty while looking for lyrics. It sounds pretty stupid, but who knows. Has anyone heard it sung?

"Santa.Com (aka I'm Gonna Email Santa)"
(feat. Rosie O'Donnell)

I've gotta get a message off to Santa today
It's gettin' close to Christmas I've got something to say
I've got a list of presents, I ain't askin' for the sky
But it's down to the wire, those reindeer gotta fly
I asked my dad and I asked and I asked my mom
They said, "Send it right away to Santa.com"

I'm gonna e-mail Santa
I'm gonna e-mail Santa
I'm gonna e-mail Santa
I'm gonna e-mail Santa
I'm gonna e-mail Santa
Send my list to Santa.com

Old man Santa's in a brand new age
With a world-wide address and his own webpage
Got a high-tech computer with a million megabytes
Pickin' it up with his global satellite
I'm sending it out http
You've gotta get this letter ASAP

I'm gonna e-mail Santa
I'm gonna e-mail Santa
I'm gonna e-mail Santa
I'm gonna e-mail Santa
I'm gonna e-mail Santa
Send my list to Santa.com

(Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way--)

I'm gonna e-mail Santa
I'm gonna e-mail Santa
I'm gonna e-mail Santa
I'm gonna e-mail Santa
I'm gonna e-mail Santa
Send my list to Santa.com

I'm gonna e-mail Santa
I'm gonna e-mail Santa
I'm gonna e-mail Santa

Santa.com, here I come
Santa.com, here I come
Santa.com, here I come
Santa.com, let Rudolph run

Santa.com, here I come
Santa.com, here I come
Santa.com, here I come
Santa.com, let Rudolph run

Santa.com, here I come
Santa.com, here I come
Santa.com, here I come
Santa.com, let Rudolph run

I'm gonna . . . run Rudolph run . . .

Out of all the reindeers
You know you're the mastermind
Run Run Rudolph
Randolph ain't too far behind

Run run Rudolph
Santa's got to make it to town
Santa make him hurry
Tell him he can take the freeway down
Run run Rudolph
'Cause I'm reelin' like a merry go round

Said Santa to a boy
Child what have you been longing for?
All I want for Christmas is a
Rock and roll electric guitar
And then away went Rudolph
Whizzin' like a shootin' star

Said Santa to a girl
Child what would please you most to get?
A little baby doll that can cry, sleep, drink, and wet
And then away went Rudolph
Whizzin' like a saber jet

Run run Rudolph
Santa's got to make it to town
Santa make him hurry
Tell him he can take the freeway down
Run run Rudolph
'Cause I'm reelin' like a merry go round

Run run Rudolph
I'm reelin' like a merry go round
Come on run run Rudolph
I'm reelin' like a merry go round


by Chuck Berry

run Rudolph run . . . Run Rabbit Run

On the farm, every Friday
On the farm, its rabbit pie day.
So, every Friday that ever comes along,
I get up early and sing this little song:

Run rabbit - run rabbit - Run! Run! Run!
Run rabbit - run rabbit - Run! Run! Run!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Goes the farmer's gun.
Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run.

Run rabbit - run rabbit - Run! Run! Run!
Don't give the farmer his fun! Fun! Fun!
He'll get by
Without his rabbit pie
So run rabbit - run rabbit - Run! Run! Run!

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Run, run rabbit run
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done
Don't sit down it's time to start another one

For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race toward an early grave.

By Noel Gay & Ralph Butler

run rabbit run...I get up early

That is so cute, Arnie!

I Get Up Early in the Morning
~ Roger Miller

When christopher columbus returned to spain
The wise men asked him, would you please explain
How'd you know the world was round he said i used my brain
And i get up early in the morning

We.e.e.elll, get up and get up when the sun comes up
Don't lay there dozin' like a lazy pup
Health and wealth will overflow your cup
If you get up early in the morning

Andrew jackson fought the british down in new orleans
And he sent them runnin' through the turnip greens
When they wondered how he did it he said, were just mean
And i get up early in the morning

I get up early . . . British

The Battle Of New Orleans

written by James Corbitt Morris (Jimmy Driftwood), 1936 and recorded by him in 1958
recorded by Johnny Horton, 1959

In 1814 we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
And we caught the bloody British in the town of New Orleans

We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

We looked down the river and we seed the British come
And there must have been a hundred of 'em beatin' on the drum
They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring
We stood behind our cotton bales and didn't say a thing

We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise
If we didn't fire our muskets till we looked 'em in the eyes
We held our fire till we seed their faces well
Then we opened up our squirrel guns and gave 'em ..Well....we...

…fired our guns and the British kept a'comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Yeah they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

We fired our cannon till the barrel melted down
So we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round
We filled his head with cannonballs 'n' powdered his behind
And when we touched the powder off, the gator lost his mind

We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Yeah they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

SPOKEN TAG

Hut, hut, three, four
Sound off, three, four
Hut, hut, three, four
Sound off, three, four
Hut, hut, three, four


Transcribed by Ronald E. Hontz
ronhontz@worldnet.att.net

Morris was a high school teacher and wrote the song to get his students interested in learning history.

Tinman

quote:

And we caught the bloody British in the town of New Orleans

Tinman

Way Down Yonder in New Orleans Louis Armstrong

Way down yonder in New Orleans
In the land of the dreamy scenes.
There's a Garden of Eden
you know what I mean.

Creole babies with flashin' eyes
Softly whisper their tender sighs.
Then stop -
won't you give your lady fair
a little smile?
Stop -
ya bet your life you'll linger there
a little while.

We've got heaven right here on Earth
With those beautiful queens
Way down yonder in New Orleans

(instrumental break)

You're gonna find heaven right here on Earth
With all them beautiful queens
Way down yonder in New Or (pause)

I goin' down yonder to New Orleans

It's way down yonder in New Orleans


There's a story behind the song Run Rabbit, Run. The song dates from the very early days of WW2. A couple of German bombs had fallen wide of their mark and killed nothing but a couple of rabbits and the song was written as a comment on the ineptness of the German Luftwaffe crews who, unfortunately, became a lot more expert shortly after . For full story see here.

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<ding> Kalleh did that song a while ago, so that gives me an excuse to do what I want: link to tinman's instead.

PS to Brits: "Old Hickory" in timman's song refers to Andrew Jackson (later president), during the War of 1812. That particular battle was fought after the war had been ended, but before news of the settlement reached the troups in New Orleans.

Old Hickory ... hickory stick


School days, school days,
Dear old golden rule days.
'Readin' and 'ritin' and 'rithmetic,
Taught to the tune of a hick'ry stick.
You were my queen in calico,
I was your bashful barefoot beau,
And you wrote on my slate,
'I love you, Joe,'
When we were a couple of kids.

'Member the hill, Nellie Darling,
And the oak tree that grew on its brow?
They've built forty stories
Upon that old hill,
And the oak's an old chestnut now.
'Member the meadows so green, dear,
So fragrant with clover and maize,
Into new city lots
And apartment block plots,
They've torn them up since those days.

School Days by Cobb & Edwards

B]the meadows so green...meadows green [/B]

Someday we'll build a home on a hilltop high
You and I, shiny and new
Cottage that two can fill
And we'll be pleased to be called
The folks who live on the hill

Someday we may be adding a wing or two
A thing or two
We will make changes, as any family will
But we will always be called
The folks who live on the hill

Our verandah will command a view of meadows green
The sort of view that seems to want to be seen
And when our kids grow up and leave us
We sit and look at that same old view
Just we two, Darby and Joan
Who used to be Jack and Jill
The folks who like to be called
What they have always been called
The folks who live on the hill

Folks Who Live On The Hill
Words & Music by Oscar Hammerstein & Jerome Kern
Recorded by Peggy Lee, Diana Krall, and others, I'm sure

When our kids grow up ... I won't grow up

I won't grow up, (I won't grow up)
I don't want to go to school. (I don't want to go to school)
Just to learn to be a parrot, (Just to learn to be a parrot)
And recite a silly rule. (And recite a silly rule)
If growing up means
It would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree,
I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up
Not me! Not I, Not me! Not me!

I won't grow up, / I don't want to wear a tie.
And a serious expression / In the middle of July.
And if it means I must prepare / To shoulder burdens with a worried air,
I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up
Not me, Not I, Not me! So there!

Never gonna be a man, / I won't!
Like to see somebody try / And make me.
Anyone who wants to try
And make me turn into a man, / Catch me if you can.

I won't grow up. / Not a penny will I pinch.
I will never grow a mustache, / Or a fraction of an inch.
'Cause growing up is awfuller
Than all the awful things that ever were.
I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up,
No sir, Not I, Not me, So there!

catch me if you can

Catch me if you can
by Eric Clapton and Gary Brooker

Catch me if you can; I won't be easy to find.
I got a woman at home that's driving me out of my mind.
Catch me if you can; it won't be easy to do.
And I'm warning you brother I won't be leaving no clues.

Catch me if you can; I won't be leaving no scent.
I've been running the wrong way, I think it's time that I went.
Believe me, I'm a man; I ain't easy to tend.
And I'm moving on out, so catch me if you can.

There's no use bothering with the lost and found.
You'd better find a shovel, 'cause I've gone to ground.
Little girl never did pay me no mind.
I guess I'll have to go and leave her behind. So . . .

First Verse

Chorus

First Verse

Catch me if you can...I've been running

I've Been Running
~ Embrace

I've been running
For oh so long
There's a light that guides you
I don't see
Catch some light
Reflect it down on me
Show me where it all went wrong
And then leave
So that I can be alone

I've been Running ... Girl Come Running

Girl, come running
Girl, come running
Girl, come running

When you get tired of running around
(running around all over town)
All of your friends putting you down
(putting you down all over town)
Don't do your crying alone
Well, baby:
Girl, come running home.

Someday you'll be feeling so lonely
(lower than low, nowhere to go)
Why don't you call me, girl, that's when I'll show
(I love you so, I love you so)
Don't do your crying alone
Well, baby:
Girl, come running home.

Was it so bad, girl?
Just think of what we had.
I need you so (come on, baby)
Woh (come on, baby)
Don't ever go (come on, baby)
Woh (come on baby)

You're gonna get now feeling so blue,
(bluer than blue, baby, it's true)
And don't you forget that I'm feeling it too.
(bluer than you, baby, it's true)
Well, don't do your crying alone (all alone)
Well, baby:
Girl, come running,
GIrl, come running,
Girl, come running home.

Come on, baby, come on, baby, come on, baby
Come on, baby, come on, baby

By Frankie Valli

bluer than you...bluer than blue

After you go
I can catch upon my reading
After you go
I'll have a lot more time for sleeping
And when you're gone
It looks like things are going to be a lot easier
Life will be a breeze, you know
I really should be glad

But I'm bluer than blue
Sadder than sad
You're the only life this empty room has ever had
Life without you is gonna be
Bluer than blue

After you go
I'll have a lot more room in my closet
After you go
I'll stay out all night if I feel like it
And when you're gone
I could run through the house screaming
And no one will ever hear me
I really should be glad

But I'm bluer than blue
Sadder than sad
You're the only life this empty room has ever had
Life without you is gonna be
Bluer than blue

I don't have to miss no TV shows
I can start my whole life over
Change the numbers on my telephone
But the nights will sure be colder
And I'm bluer than blue
Sadder than sad
You're the only life this empty room has ever had
Life without you is gonna be
Bluer than blue
Bluer than blue
Bluer than blue

Bluer than Blue
Barry Manilow

I do love the last two choruses of this song. Well worth the listen, even though this isn't a wonderful midi version. (Edit: This midi has fine music, and voices, but it omits the linked lyric.)

the nights will sure be colder … Grown a little colder

Haul out the holly
Put up the tree before my spirit falls again
Fill up the stocking
I may be rushing things, but deck the halls again …. now

For we need a little Christmas / Right this very minute
Candles in the window / Carols at the spinet
Yes, we need a little Christmas / Right this very minute
It hasn't snowed a single flurry / But Santa, dear, we're in a hurry
So climb down the chimney
Turn on the brightest string of light I've ever seen
Slice up the fruitcake
It's time we hung some tinsel on that evergreen … bough

For I've grown a little leaner / Grown a little colder
Grown a little sadder / Grown a little older
And I need a little angel / Sitting on my shoulder
Need a little Christmas now.

For we need a little music / Need a little laughter
Need a little singing / Ringing through the rafter
And we need a little snappy / "Happy ever after"
Need a little Christmas now.

Jerry Herman, We Need A Little Christmas, from Mame

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Candles in the window...candles gleaming inside

Frosted windowpanes
Candles gleaming inside
Painted candy canes on the tree
Santa's on his way
He's filled his sleigh with things
Things for you and me

It's that time of year
When the world falls in love
Ev'ry song you hear seems to say
Merry Christmas
May your New Year dreams come true
And this song of mine
In three-quarter time
Wishes you and yours
The same thing too

The Christmas Waltz

I'm having trouble finding out who wrote this pretty little song, but my favorite recordings of it are by The Lettermen and The Carpenters. It brings back fond memories of when my daughter (who will be 29 on Dec. 23rd) sang it as a solo in one of her high school music concerts. *Anyone else here have an almost-Christmas baby or a born-on-Christmas baby or might someone here be a Christmas baby?

My second link above comes from a site that has lovely audio files for 101 Christmas songs! (There are non-Christmas songs too, but I haven't checked through them). Here you can find Frank Sinatra's version of 'Nita's song, The Christmas Waltz. And I'll give you the link to the song I am linking to.

Santa's on his way ... They know that Santa's on his way

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire,
Jack Frost nipping at your nose,
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir,
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.

Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe,
Help to make the season bright,
Tiny tots with their eyes all a-glow,
Will find it hard to sleep tonight.

They know that Santa's on his way
He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh,
And ev'ry mother's child is gonna spy,
To see if reindeer really know how to fly.

And so I'm offering this simple phrase,
To kids from one to ninety-two,
Although it's been said
Many times, Many ways
Merry Christmas to you.

- The Christmas Song (Nat King Cole singing); lyrics by Mel Torme

Jack Frost nipping at your nose ... Jack Frost

Words and Music By: Unknown
Adapted By: Terry Kluytmans
Copyright © 2000 Terry Kluytmans

Come out, come out!
October is here;
Come out, come out!
The weather is clear.
Jack Frost has brought something
For you and for me;
His frosty white paintings --
A wonder to see!

Come look, come look!
We've only begun;
Come look, come look!
For Jack is not done.
Yes, there are more presents
From jolly Jack Frost;
They're hidden in leaves
That the north wind has tossed.

Ripe nuts, ripe nuts!
For me and for you;
Ripe nuts, ripe nuts!
Let's gather a few.
Jack Frost seems to know
That we love things to eat;
And hot roasted chestnuts
Are such a good treat!

Jack Frost seems to know . . . . do you know . . .

Said the night wind to the little lamb,
"Do you see what I see?
Way up in the sky, little lamb,
Do you see what I see?
A star, a star, dancing in the night
With a tail as big as a kite,
With a tail as big as a kite."


Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy,
"Do you hear what I hear?
Ringing through the sky, shepherd boy,
Do you hear what I hear?
A song, a song high above the trees
With a voice as big as the the sea,
With a voice as big as the the sea."


Said the shepherd boy to the mighty king,
"Do you know what I know?
In your palace warm, mighty king,
Do you know what I know?
A Child, a Child shivers in the cold--
Let us bring him silver and gold,
Let us bring him silver and gold."


Said the king to the people everywhere,
"Listen to what I say!
Pray for peace, people, everywhere,
Listen to what I say!
The Child, the Child sleeping in the night
He will bring us goodness and light,
He will bring us goodness and light."

Do You Hear What I Hear?

dancing in the night ... dancing in the moonlight

We get it on most every night
When that moon is big and bright
It's a supernatural delight
Everybody's dancing in the moonlight

Everybody here is out of sight
They don't bark and they don't bite
They keep things loose they keep it tight
Everybody's dancing in the moonlight

Dancing in the moonlight
Everybody's feeling warm and bright
It's such a supernatural delight
Everybody's dancing in the moonlight

- Toploaders

moonlight . . . . moon

(sang this at karaoke just last night)

It's not the pale moon that excites me
That thrills and delights me
Oh no
It's just the nearness of you
It isn't your sweet conversation
That brings this sensation
Oh no
It's just the nearness of you

When you're in my arms and I feel you so close to me
All my wildest dreams came true
I need no soft lights to enchant me
If you would only grant me the right
to hold you ever so tight
And to feel in the night
The nearness of you


The Nearness of You ~ Norah Jones

so close to me...so close to me

Young teacher, the subject
Of schoolgirl fantasy
She wants him so badly
Knows what she wants to be
Inside her there’s longing
This girl’s an open page
Book marking - she’s so close now
This girl is half his age

Don’t stand, don’t stand so
Don’t stand so close to me

Her friends are so jealous
You know how bad girls get
Sometimes it’s not so easy
To be the teacher’s pet
Temptation, frustration
So bad it makes him cry
Wet bus stop, she’s waiting
His car is warm and dry

Don’t stand, don’t stand so
Don’t stand so close to me

Loose talk in the classroom
To hurt they try and try
Strong words in the staff room
The accusations fly
It’s no use, he sees her
He starts to shake and cough
Just like the old man in
That book by Nabakov

Don’t stand, don’t stand so
Don’t stand so close to me

Don’t stand, don’t stand so
Don’t stand so close to me

Don't Stand So Close to Me
~Sting~

teach me . . .teach me

Billy Ray was a preacher's son
And when his daddy would visit he'd come along
When they gathered around and started talkin'
That's when Billy would take me walkin'
Out through the back yard we'd go walkin'
Then he'd look into my eyes
Lord knows, to my surprise

The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, ooh, yes he was

Bein' good isn't always easy
No matter how hard I try
When he started sweet-talkin' to me
He'd come'n tell me "Everything is all right"
He'd kiss and tell me "Everything is all right"
Can I get away again tonight?

The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, ooh, yes he was (yes he was)

How well I remember
The look that was in his eyes
Stealin' kisses from me on the sly
Takin' time to make time
Tellin' me that he's all mine
Learnin' from each other's knowin'
Lookin' to see how much we've grown and

The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, oh yes he was

(The only one who could ever reach me)
He was the sweet-talkin' son of a preacher man
(The only boy who could ever teach me)
Was the son of a preacher man

(The only one who could ever reach me)
Was the sweet-talkin' son of a preacher man
FADE


Son of a Preacher Man by John Hurley and Ronnie Wilkins, recorded by Dusty Springfield, Aretha Franklin and others.

recorded by Dusty Springfield, Aretha Franklin and others

How could you forget Janis Joplin???? (Oh, yes, you're too young to remember her!)

son of a preacher man ... son of a gun

Out in Arizona
Where the bad men are,
And the only friend to guide you
Is an evening star,
The roughest, toughest man by far
Is Ragtime Cowboy Joe.
Got his name from singing
To the cows and sheep
Every night they say
He sings the herd to sleep
In a basso rich and deep,
Crooning soft and low.

How he sings,
Raggy music to his cattle
As he swings
Back and forward in his saddle
On his horse (A pretty good horse),
Who is syncopated gaited,
And with such a funny meter
To the roar of his repeater.
How they run,
When they hear the feller’s gun,
Because the western folks all know:
He’s a hifalootin’, scootin’, shootin’
Son-of-a-gun from Arizona,
Ragtime Cowboy
(Talk about your cowboy),
Ragtime Cowboy Joe.

Ragtime Cowboy Joe, lyrics by Lewis F. Muir and Maurice Abrahams, music by Grant Clarke. Enjoy the ragtime midi-file!

son of a gun...son of a gun

Well here I sit, gettin' ideas
Ain't nothing but a fool would live like this
Out all night and runnin' wild
Woman sittin' home with a month-old child

Dang me, dang me
They oughta take a rope and hang me
High from the highest tree
Woman, would you weep for me?

Just sittin' around drinkin' with the rest of the guys
Six rounds bought, and I bought five
Spent the groceries and half the rent
I like fourteen dollars and twenty-seven cents.

They say roses are red and violets are purple
Sugar is sweet and so's maple surple
Well, I'm the seventh out of seven sons
My pappy was a pistol
I'm a son of a gun.

Dang me, dang me
They oughta take a rope and hang me
High from the highest tree
Woman, would you weep for me?

Dang Me
Roger Miller

'nita! Thank you for giving me another crack at it!

son of a gun ... son of a gun

Jeremiah was a bullfrog
Was a good friend of mine
I never understood a single word he said
But I helped him a-drink his wine
And he always had some mighty fine wine

chorus:
Joy to the world
All the boys and girls now
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea
Joy to you and me.

If I were the king of the world
Tell you what I'd do
I'd throw away the cars and the bars and the war
And make sweet love to you. [chorus]

You know I love the ladies
Love to have my fun
I'm a high life flyer and a rainbow rider
A straight shootin' son-of-a-gun.
I said a straight shootin' son-of-a-gun. [chorus]

Joy to the World, Three Dog Night

son-of-a-gun . . . deep blue sea


I don't want you
But I hate to lose you
You've got me in between
The devil and the deep blue sea

I forgive you
'Cause I can't forget you
You've got me in between
The devil and the deep blue sea

I ought to cross you off my list
But when you come a-knocking at my door
Fate seems to give my heart a twist
And I come running back for more

I should hate you
But I guess I love you
You've got me in between
The devil and the deep blue sea


"Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea"

running back for more ... running down the road

Well, I'm running down the road tryin' to loosen my load
I've got seven women on my mind,
Four that wanna own me,
Two that wanna stone me,
One says she's a friend of mine.
Take it easy, take it easy
Don't let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy.

Well, I'm a standing on a corner in Winslow, Arizona
And such a fine sight to see
It's a girl, my Lord, in a flatbed Ford
Slowin' down to take a look at me
Come on, baby, don't say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love is gonna save me.

Take It Easy by The Eagles

Hic, Anytime I can be of service, let me know.

stone me...stones

Stones would play inside her head
And where she slept
They made her bed
And she would ache
For love and get but stones
La la la la la la la la la

Lordy, child
A good day’s comin’
And I’ll be there to let the sun in
And bein’ lost
Is worth the comin’ home
La la la la la la la la la on stones

You and me, a time for planting
You and me, a harvest granting me
Every prayer ever prayed
For just two wildflowers that grow
La la la la la la la la la on stones

Stones
Neil Diamond

stones...la la la

Tra La La

Performed by Gene Kelly, and Oscar Levant

JERRY MULLIGAN:
This time it's really love
Tra-la-la-la
I'm in that blue above
Tra-la-la-la
She fills me full of joy
Tell me, papa.
Am I not a lucky guy?
Just listen to my heart
Go pitterpatter
It's started from the start
I've fallen like that [snap!]
Humming, strumming, singing, drumming
What a thrill
I'm getting from it all
La-la-la
La-la-la
This time it's really love!

Tra la ... Tra la la la la

Nanki-Poo sing:
The flowers that bloom in the spring, Tra la,
Breathe promise of merry sunshine —
As we merrily dance and we sing, Tra la,
We welcome the hope that they bring, Tra la,
Of a summer of roses and wine,
Of a summer of roses and wine.
And that's what we mean when we say that a thing
Is welcome as flowers that bloom in the spring.
Tra la la la la, Tra la la la la,
The flowers that bloom in the spring.

Koko sings:
The flowers that bloom in the spring, Tra la,
Have nothing to do with the case.
I've got to take under my wing, Tra la,
A most unattractive old thing, Tra la,
With a caricature of a face,
With a caricature of a face.
And that's what I mean when I say, or I sing,
"Oh, bother the flowers that bloom in the spring."
Tra la la la la, Tra la la la la,
"Oh, bother the flowers of spring."

Gilbert & Sullivan, The Mikado

Ah, Hic, you know how much I love G&S.

Tra la la la...the flowers that bloom in

April Showers
~ Al Jolson

Life is not a highway strewn with flowers,
Still it holds a goodly share of bliss,
When the sun gives way to April showers,
Here is the point you should never miss.

Though April showers may come your way,
They bring the flowers that bloom in May.
So if it's raining, have no regrets,
Because it isn't raining rain, you know, (It's raining violets,)
And where you see clouds upon the hills,
You soon will see crowds of daffodils,
So keep on looking for a blue bird, And list'ning for his song,
Whenever April showers come along.

And where you see clouds upon the hills,
You soon will see crowds of daffodils,
So keep on looking for a blue bird, And list'ning for his song,
Whenever April showers come along.

Life is not a highway...Life is a highway

Life's like a road that you travel on
When there's one day here and the next day gone
Sometimes you bend and sometimes you stand
Sometimes you turn your head to the wind
There's a world outside ev'ry darkened door
Where blues won't haunt you anymore
Where brave are free and lovers soar
Come ride with me to the distant shore
We won't hesitate
Break down the garden's gate
There's not much time left today

Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you're going my way
I wanna drive it all night long

Through all these cities and all these towns
It's in my blood and it's all around
I love you now like I loved you then
This is the road and these are the hands
From Mozambique to those Memphis nights
The Khyber Pass to Vancouver's lights

Knock me down, get back up again
You're in my blood
I'm not a lonely man
There's no load I can't hold
Road so rough, this I know
I'll be there when the light comes in
Just tell 'em we're survivors

Gimme gimme gimme gimme yeah
If you're going my way
I wanna drive it all night long
There was a distance between you and I
A misunderstanding once
But now we look in the eye

There ain't no load that I can't hold
Road so rough, this I know
I'll be there when the light comes in
Just tell 'em we're survivors

Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you're going my way
I wanna drive it all night long

Life is a Highway
Tom Cochrane

Nice one, Saranita!

Life is a highway...I love you

I Just Called to Say I Love You
~ Stevie Wonder

No new years’s day
To celebrate
No chocolate covered candy hearts to give away
No first of spring
No song to sing
In fact here’s just another ordinary day
No april rain
No flowers bloom
No wedding saturday within the month of june
But what it is
Is something true
Made up of these three words that I must say to you

I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart

within the month of june … One Sunday morning in the month of June

As I was sitting with a jug and spoon,
One Sunday morning in the month of June.
A birdie sang in an ivy bunch
And the song he sang was the jug of punch.
Chorus: Tura lura lu, tura lura lu, tura lura lu, tura lura lu.
A birdie sang in an ivy bunch and the song he sang was the jug of punch.

What more diversion can a man desire / Than to court a girl by a cheerful fire?
A carey pippin to crack and crunch / And on the table a jug of punch. (Chorus)

Ye mortal lords, drink your nectar wine / And ye quality folk, sip your claret fine.
I'd give them all the grapes in the bunch / For a jolly pull at my jug of punch. (Chorus)

Ye learned doctors, with all your art, / Cannot cure a depression on the heart.
But even a cripple forgets his hunch / When he's snug outside of a jug of punch. (Chorus)

And when I'm dead and I'm in my grave, / No costly tombstone do I ever crave.
Just lay me down in my native peat / With a jug of punch at my head and feet. (Chorus)

Jug Of Punch (Kingston Trio version), Francis McPeake/Ewan MacColl

Thanks, Kalleh!

And now, wherever....

Just lay me down in my native peat...lay me down in tall grass

I know there’s nothing to say
Someone has taken my place
When times go bad
When times go rough
Won’t you lay me down in tall grass
And let me do my stuff

I know I got nothin’ on you
I know there’s nothing to do
When times go bad
And you can’t get enough
Won’t you lay me down in the tall grass
And let me do my stuff

One thing I think you should know
I ain’t gonna miss you when you go
Been down so long
I’ve been tossed around enough
Couldn’t you just
Let me go down and do my stuff

I know you’re hopin’ to find
Someone who’s gonna give you piece of mind
When times go bad
When times go rough
Won’t you lay me down in tall grass
And let me do my stuff

I’m just second hand news
I’m just second hand news

Second Hand News
Lindsey Buckingham
(Fleetwood Mac)

Second Hand News ... Second Hand Rose

Father has a business strictly second hand
Everything from toothpicks to a baby-grand
Stuff in our apartment came from father’s store
Even things I’m wearing someone wore before
It’s no wonder that I feel abused
I never get a thing that ain’t been used

I’m wearing second hand hats
Second hand clothes
That’s why they call me
Second hand Rose

Even our piano in the parlor
Father bought for ten cents on the dollar
Second hand pearls
I’m sick of second hand curls
I never get a single thing that’s new
Even Jake, the plumber, he’s a man I adore
Had the nerve to tell me he’s been married before!

Everyone knows that I’m just
Second hand Rose
From Second Avenue!
From Second Avenue! Nu!

One more time!
Everyone knows that I’m just
Second hand Rose
(from Second Avenue!)
From what?
Let’s see if you know the fills!
Once while strolling
Through the Ritz a girl got my goat...
(she nudged her friend
And said oh look there goes
My old fur coat)
You don’t need me!

Everyone knows that I’m just
Second hand Rose
From Second Avenue!
(Ya can’t beat the egg-creams!)
Good! Second Avenue!
(There is more between me
And Fifth Avenue, I tell ya)
Right! Second Avenue!

Sung by Barbra Streisand, of course!

Second Hand Rose...Fifth Avenue

Easter Bonnet - Irving Berlin

In your easter bonnet, with all the frills upon it,
You?ll be the grandest lady in the easter parade.
I?ll be all in clover and when they look you over,
I?ll be the proudest fellow in the easter parade.
On the avenue, fifth avenue, the photographers will snap us,
And you'll find that you're in the rotogravure.
Oh, I could write a sonnet about your easter bonnet,
And of the girl I'm taking to the easter parade.

I take it I play this game differently than the rest of you. I post the last phrase that you posted (from the previous song presumably), and then I post a song that has a phrase from the song you posted (e.g. "Fifth Avenue"). Oh...well...I've always been good at parallel play!

I hadn't known "rotogravure" is in that song, and I hadn't heard it before.

quote:

I take it I play this game differently than the rest of you.

Nah, I think you do it the normal way, and I'm the oddball. I use, as my header, the bit I'm linking to and the bit I link to it -- so that you can see the overlap. For instance, you used easter parade and I'm using 'parade' with a different adjective. Thus:

easter parade ... honky-tonk parade

Say, it's only a paper moon
Sailing over a cardboard sea.
But it wouldn't be make-believe
If you believed in me.

Yes, it's only a canvas sky
Hanging over a muslin tree.
But it wouldn't be make-believe
If you believed in me.

Without your love
It's a honky-tonk parade
Without your love
It's a melody played in a penny arcade

It's a Barnum and Bailey world
Just as phony as it can be.
But it wouldn't be make-believe
If you believed in me.

It's Only A Paper Moon by Billy Rose, E.Y Harburg & Harold Arlen (1937)

Hic, always loved that song...and this one, as well.

But it wouldn't be make-believe...I can make believe

And now I'm all alone again
Nowhere to turn, no one to go to
Without a home without a friend
Without a face to say hello to
And now the night is near
I can make believe he's here

Sometimes I walk alone at night
When everybody else is sleeping
I think of him and then I'm happy
With the company I'm keeping
The city goes to bed
And I can live inside my head

On my own
Pretending he's beside me
All alone
I walk with him till morning
Without him
I feel his arms around me
And when I lose my way I close my eyes
And he has found me

In the rain the pavement shines like silver
All the lights are misty in the river
In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight
And all I see is him and me forever and forever

And I know it's only in my mind
That I'm talking to myself and not to him
And although I know that he is blind
Still I say, there's a way for us

I love him
But when the night is over
He is gone
The river's just a river
Without him
The world around me changes
The trees are bare and everywhere
The streets are full of strangers

I love him
But every day I'm learning
All my life
I've only been pretending
Without me
His world would go on turning
A world that's full of happiness
That I have never known

I love him
I love him
I love him
But only on my own

On My Own
from Les Miserables

I can make believe...All alone

All Alone
~ Irving Berlin (sung by Frank Sinatra)

All alone, I'm so all alone
There is no one else, but you
All alone, by the telephone
Waiting for a ring-a-ting-a-ling

I'm all alone, every evening
All alone, feeling blue

Wondering (I wonder) where you are
And how you are
And if you are - all alone too

All alone . . . blue

Am I Blue?

Words & Music by Grant Clarke & Harry Akst
Recorded by Ethyl Waters in the 1929 Vitaphone short "On With The Show". Also recorded by Linda Ronstadt, 1986

Am I blue
Am I blue
Ain't these tears in my eyes telling you
Am I blue
You would be too
If each plan with your man just fell through
Was a time I was his only one
Now I'm the sad and lonely one
Ooh
Was I gay
Till today
Now he's gone and we're through
Am I blue
Was a time I was the only one
Now I'm the sad and lonely one
Ooh
Was I gay
Till today
Now he's gone and we're through
Am I blue
Am I blue
Ooh hoo
Am I blue

Now, what's a Vitaphone short?

Tinman

All alone, by the telephone...crazy little thing they call a telephone

Well, back in 1876 an ol' boy named Bell
Invented a contraption that we know so well
By the 1950s they're in everybody's home
It's a crazy little thing they call a telephone
Now, there's one in every corner
In the back of every bar
You can get one in your briefcase
On a plane or in your car

So tell me why...haven't I...heard from you?
Tell me why...haven't I...heard from you?
I said now darlin', honey, what is your excuse?
Why haven't I...heard from you?

Well, there's no problem gettin' to me
Baby, you can dial direct
I got call forward and call waitin'
You can even call collect
The serviceman he told me
That my phone was workin' fine
And I have come to the conclusion
The trouble isn't with my line
I'm sure the operator
Will be glad to put you through
So dial zero for assisstance
If this all confuses you

So tell me why...haven't I...heard from you?
Tell me why...haven't I...heard from you?
I said now darlin', honey, what is your excuse?
Why haven't I...heard from you?

There'd better be a flood
A landslide of mud
A fire that burns up the wires
And thunder so loud with black funnel cloud
A natural disaster I know nothin' about

So tell me why...haven't I...heard from you?
Tell me why...haven't I...heard from you?
I said now darlin', honey, what is your excuse?
Why haven't I...heard from you
you,you,you,you,you,you,you,you,you,you,you?

Why Haven't I Heard from You?
Reba McIntyre

Edit: This is known in some circles as an (almost) mutual postgasm. I defer to tinman.

quote:

Originally posted by saranita:
... mutual postgasm.

Was it good for you, too?

Tinman