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me and him and this other fool . . . me and you and a dog named Boo I remember to this day The bright red Georgia clay And how it stuck to the tires After the summer rain Will power made that old car go A woman's mind told me that so Oh how I wish We were back on the road again Me and you and a dog named boo Travellin' and livin' off the land Me and you and a dog named boo How I love being a free man I can still recall The wheat fields of St. Paul And the morning we got caught Robbing from an old hen Old McDonald he made us work But then he paid us for what it was worth Another tank of gas And back on the road again I'll never forget the day We motored stately into big L.A. The lights of the city put settlin' Down in my brain Though it's only been a month or so That old car's buggin' us to go We've gotta get away and get back on The road again ~I think it's by Lobo (?) ******* "Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions. ~Dalai Lama | |||
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on the road again ...On the Road Again Well, I'm so tired of crying, but i'm out on the road again. - I'm on the road again. Well, I'm so tired of crying, but I'm out on the road again. - I'm on the road again. I ain't got no woman Just to call my special friend. You know the first time I traveled out in the rain and snow, - In the rain and snow. You know the first time I traveled out in the rain and snow, - In the rain and snow. I didn't have no payroll, Not even no place to go. And my dear mother left me when I was quite young, - When I was quite young. And my dear mother left me when I was quite young, - When I was quite young. She said "Lord, have mercy On my wicked son." Take a hint from me, mama, please don't you cry no more, - Don't you cry no more. Take a hint from me, mama, please don't you cry no more, - Don't you cry no more. 'Cause it's soon one morning Down the road I'm going. But I aint going down that long old lonesome road All by myself. But I aint going down that long old lonesome road All by myself. I can't carry you, Baby, Gonna carry somebody else. Sung by Canned Heat Build a man a fire and he's warm for a day. Set a man on fire and he's warm for the rest of his life. | |||
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mama, please, don't you cry no more...crying to her mother It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk, That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch. And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and the ink stains that have dried upon some line, That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory, that keeps you ever gentle on my mind. It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns now that bind me, Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walkin'. It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find That you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory and for hours you're just gentle on my mind. Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways come between us, And some other woman's crying to her mother 'cause she turned and I was gone. I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face, and summer sun might burn me till I'm blind, But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the back roads, by the rivers flowing gentle on my mind. I dip my cup of soup back from the gurglin', crackling cauldron in some train yard; My beard a roughn'ning coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face; Through cupped hands 'round a tin can, I pretend I hold you to my breast and find, That you're wavin' from the back roads by the rivers of my memory ever smilin', ever gentle on my mind. "Gentle on My Mind" John Hartford | |||
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wavin' from the back roads . . . red dirt road I was raised off of Route Three, Out where the blacktop ends. We'd walk to Church on Sunday mornings, Race barefoot back to Johnson's fence. That's where I first saw Mary, On that roadside pickin' blackberries. That summer I turned a corner in my soul, Down that red dirt road. It's where I drank my first beer. It's where I found Jesus. Where I wrecked my first car: I tore it all to pieces. I learned the path to Heaven, Is full of sinners an' believers. Learned that happiness on earth, Ain't just for high achievers. I've learned; I come to know, There's life at both ends, Of that red dirt road. Her Daddy didn't like me much, In my shackled up GTO. Oh, I'd sneak out in the middle of the night, Throw rocks at her bedroom window. We'd turn out the headlights, Drive by the moonlight. Talk about what the future might hold, Down that red dirt road. It's where I drank my first beer. It's where I found Jesus. Where I wrecked my first car: I tore it all to pieces. I learned the path to Heaven, Is full of sinners an' believers. Learned that happiness on earth, Ain't just for high achievers. I've learned; I come to know, There's life at both ends, Of that red dirt road. I went out into the world, An' I came back in. I lost Mary: Oh, I got her back again. An' drivin' home tonight, Feels like I've found a long-lost friend. It's where I drank my first beer. It's where I found Jesus. Where I wrecked my first car: I tore it all to pieces. I learned the path to Heaven, Is full of sinners an' believers. Learned that happiness on earth, Ain't just for high achievers. I've learned; I come to know, There's life at both ends, Of that red dirt road. Red Dirt Road ~ Brooks and Dunn ******* "Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions. ~Dalai Lama | |||
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GTO...GTO Little GTO, you're really lookin' fine Three deuces and a four-speed and a 389 Listen to her tachin' up now, listen to her why-ee-eye-ine C'mon and turn it on, wind it up, blow it out GTO Wa-wa, (Yeah, yeah, little GTO) wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa (Yeah, yeah, little GTO) Wa-wa, (Yeah, yeah, little GTO) wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa (Yeah, yeah, little GTO) Wa-wa (Ahhh, little GTO) wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa You oughta see her on a road course or a quarter mile This little modified Pon-Pon has got plenty of style She beats the gassers and the rail jobs, really drives 'em why-ee-eye-ild C'mon and turn it on, wind it up, blow it out GTO Gonna save all my money (turnin' it on, blowin' it out) And buy a GTO (turnin' it on, blowin' it out) Get a helmet and a roll bar (turnin' it on, blowin' it out) And I'll be ready to go (turnin' it on, blowin' it out) Take it out to Pomona (turnin' it on, blowin' it out) And let 'em know (turnin' it on, blowin' it out), yeah, yeah That I'm the coolest thing around Little buddy, gonna shut you down When I turn it on, wind it up, blow it out GTO "G.T.O. " Ronnie and the Daytonas Written by John Wilkin | |||
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see her on a road … see her on the street The little old lady from Pasadena (Go granny, go granny, go granny, go!) Has a pretty little flowerbed of white gardenias (Go granny, go granny, go granny, go!) But parked in a rickety old garage, Is a brand-new, shiny red, super-stock Dodge! And everybody's saying that there's nobody meaner, Than the little old lady from Pasadena She drives real fast and she drives real hard; She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard It's the little old lady from Pasadena... If you see her on the street, don't try to "choose" her You might try to "go" her, but you'll never lose her! Well, she's gonna get a ticket now, sooner or later 'Cause she can't keep her foot off the accelerator! The guys come to race her from miles around, But she'll give 'em a length, then she'll shut 'em down Beach Boys? Jan and Dean? | |||
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drives real fast and she drives real hard...drives fit to kill Way down yonder by the forks of the branch The old sow whistled and the little pigs danced Burma Shave Burma Burma Burma Shave I bet I've seen a million rows of them little red poetic signs up and down the line Come on come on one more time Yonder goes Willie he's passin' on a hill he don't dress nice but he drives fit to kill Burma Shave... Well my pappy ain't smart he ain't good at quizzin' But one thing he knows is how to keep mama his'n Burma Shave... Roses are red and violets are blue you chase me and so will I Burma Shave... "Burma Shave" Roger Miller | |||
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Down on the corner Out in the street Willie and the Poor Boys are playin' Bring a nickel, tap your feet Rooster hits the washboard And people just gotta smile Blinky thumps the gut bass And solos for a while Poor boy twangs the rhythm out On his kalamazoo Willie goes into a dance And doubles on kazoo <p> "Down on the corner" Creedence Clearwater Revival | |||
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Paul...welcome! And from the Netherlands, no less. We'd love to hear more from you. ![]() | |||
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Thank you very much. This is fun, so I'll be back for sure | |||
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Welcome, Paul! Down on the Corner ... House at Pooh Corner Christopher Robin and I walked along under branches lit up by the moon. Posing our questions to Owl and Eeyore as our days disappeared all too soon. But I've wandered much further today than I should and I can't seeem to find my way back to the wood. So, help me if you can I've got to get back to the house at Pooh Corner by one. You'd be surprised there's so much to be done, count all the bees in the hive, chase all the clouds from the sky. Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh. Winnie the Pooh doesn't know what to do, got a honey jar stuck on his nose. He came to me asking help and advice and from here no one knows where he goes. So I sent him to ask of the Owl if he's there, how to loosen a jar from the nose of a bear So, help me if you can I've got to get back to the house at Pooh Corner by one You'd be surprised there's so much to be done, count all the bees in the hive, chase all the clouds from the sky . Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh, back to the days of Christopher Robin, back to the ways of Pooh Kenny Loggins Build a man a fire and he's warm for a day. Set a man on fire and he's warm for the rest of his life. | |||
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SNEEZLES -A.A. Milne* Christopher Robin had wheezles and sneezles, They bundled him into his bed. They gave him what goes with a cold in the nose, And some more for a cold in the head. They wondered if wheezles could turn into measles, If sneezles could turn into mumps. They examined his chest for a rash, And the rest of his body for swellings and lumps. They sent for some doctors in sneezles and wheezles To tell them what ought to be done. All sorts and conditions of famous physicians Came hurrying 'round at a run. They all made a note of the state of his throat, They asked if he suffered from thirst; They asked if the sneezles came after the wheezles, Or if the first sneezle came first. They said, "If you teazle a sneezle or wheezle, A measle may easily grow. But humor or pleazle a sneezle or wheezle, The measle will certainly go." They expounded the reazles for sneezles and wheezles, The manner of measles when new. They said, "If he freezles in draughts and in breezles, Then PHTHEEZLES may even ensue." Christopher Robin got up in the morning, The sneezles had vanished away. And the look in his eye seemed to say to the sky, "Now, how to amuse them to-day!" *"Now We Are Six" by A.A.Milne, E. P. Dutton & Co., New York, 1927 | |||
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You get up in the morning You get on the bus You dont think about nothing You dont raise no fuss You come home in the evening Turn the tv on You aint going nowhere You just ride along, ride along, ride along You get the sunday paper On saturday night You read the travel section Until youre all uptight cause its almost monday Jack you know that song You aint going nowhere You just ride along, ride along, ride along They talk about you in the press They got you figured out I guess Though you never heard of the guy they mention Sometimes that girl shell slip you a kiss But shes just another somnambulist And youre tired of sleepwalking The cats out but he aint talking Youre just another joker With one chance in hell Of ever pullin that trigger Of ever feelin too well Yeah but you just might do it Just to prove them all wrong cause you aint going nowhere You just ride along, ride along, ride along You just ride along, ride along, ride along Git along git along git along You just ride along, ride along, ride along You just ride along, ride along, ride along You just... "Ride Along" John Hiatt | |||
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get up in the morning! All around the country and coast to coast People always say what do you like most? I don't wanna brag i don't wanna boast so i just tell em i like toast [Chorus] YEAH TOAST!! YEAH TOAST!! I get up in the morning about 6 AM had a little jelly had a little jam take a piece of bread put it in the slot push down the lever and the wires get hot [Chorus] YEAH TOAST!! YEAH TOAST!! Now there's no secret to toasting perfection there's a dial on the side and you make your selection push to the dark or the light and then if it pops too soon press down again make toast [Chorus] YEAH TOAST!! UH TOAST!! When the first caveman drove in from the drags didn't know what would go with the bacon and the eggs musta bin a genius got it in his head plug the toaster in the wall buy a bag of bread make toast [Chorus] YEAH TOAST!! UH OHH! Oui monsuier bonjour coquette on hon croisoiant on vous a vere morishe vour Eifel Towere oui marie baguette bon soir [Chorus] FRENCH TOAST!! FRENCH TOAST!! In Chicago we're on the Bob and Tom show YEAH TOAST!! eh uh uh toast Toast ~ Heywood Banks ******* "Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions. ~Dalai Lama | |||
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CW: ![]() bread...toast...jam -- bread...toast and jam I like bread and butter, I like toast and jam, That's what my baby feeds me, I'm her loving man. He likes bread and butter, He likes toast and jam, That's what his baby feeds him, He's her loving man. She don't cook mashed potatoes, She don't cook T-bone steaks, Don't feed me peanut butter, She knows that I can't take. He likes bread and butter, He likes toast and jam, That's what his baby feeds him, He's her loving man. Got home early one morning, Much to my surprise, She was eating chicken and dumplings With some other guy. No more bread and butter, No more toast and jam, I found my baby eating With some other man. "Bread and Butter" Larry Parks & Jay Turnbow | |||
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She don't cook mashed potatoes ... Mashed Potato Time It's the latest, it's the greatest, Mashed Patato, ya, ya ,ya A Mashed Potato started long time ago With a guy named Sloppy Joe, You'll find this dance is so cool to do, Come on baby, gonna teach it to you. Mashed Potato, feel it in your feet now, Mashed Potato, come on get the beat now, Baby, come on honey, come on baby. And then they dance it through and through, They look for records they can do it to, They got a dance was outta sight, Doin' the lion sleeps tonight. Mashed Potato, Ya a weem o wep a weem o wep, Mashed Potato, ya, ya, ya, ya, It's the latest, aw baby, It's the greatest, come on honey, Ya, ya ya, ya, Now everybody is doin' fine, They dance alone or in a big boss line, And they discovered it's the most, man, The day they did it to Please Mr. Postman. Mashed Potato, wait a minute, wait a minute, Mashed Potato, deliver de letter, It's the latest, come on baby, It's the greatest, oh honey, Ya, ya, ya, ya. Well they got with more and more, Ya ought to see 'em around the floor, The Mashed Potato ?????????? They even do it to Dear Lady Twist. Mashed Potato, ya, ya, ya, ya, It's the latest, come on baby, It's the greatest, oh honey, Mashed potato, feel the groovy beat now. Dee Dee Sharp Written by Jon Sheldon and Harry Land Build a man a fire and he's warm for a day. Set a man on fire and he's warm for the rest of his life. | |||
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Oh, How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning ... by Irving Berlin -- 1926 First Verse: The other day I chanced to meet a soldier friend of mine, He’d been in camp for sev’ral weeks and he was looking fine; His muscles had developed and his cheeks were rosy red, I asked him how he liked the life, and this is what he said: First Chorus: “Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning, Oh! how I’d love to remain in bed; For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call; You’ve got to get up, you’ve got to get up You’ve got to get up this morning! Some day I’m going to murder the bugler, Some day they’re going to find him dead; I’ll amputate his reveille, and step upon it heavily, And spend the rest of my life in bed." Second Chorus: “Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning, Oh! how I’d love to remain in bed; For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call; You’ve got to get up, you’ve got to get up You’ve got to get up this morning! Oh! boy the minute the battle is over, Oh! boy the minute the foe is dead; I'll put my uniform away, and move to Philadelphia, And spend the rest of my life in bed." Second Verse: A bugler in the army is the luckiest of men, He wakes the boys at five and then goes back to bed again; He doesn’t have to blow again until the afternoon, If ev’ry thing goes well with me I'll be a bugler soon. Repeat Chorus One Repeat Chorus Two | |||
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Philadelphia...Philadelphia I was bruised and battered, I couldn't tell what I felt. I was unrecognizable to myself. I saw my reflection in a window, I didn't know my own face. Oh brother are you gonna leave me wastin' away On the Streets of Philadelphia. I walked the avenue, 'til my legs felt like stone, I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone, At night I could hear the blood in my veins, Black and whispering as the rain, On the Streets of Philadelphia. Ain't no angel gonna greet me. It's just you and I my friend. My clothes don't fit me no more, I walked a thousand miles Just to slip this skin. The night has fallen, I'm lyin' awake, I can feel myself fading away, So receive me brother with your faithless kiss, Or will we leave each other alone like this On the Streets of Philadelphia "Streets of Philadelphia" Bruce Springsteen | |||
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Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania (Bob Merrill) There's a pawn-shop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania And I walk up and down 'neath the clock By the pawn shop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania But I ain't got a thing left to hock. She was peaches, she was honey And she cost me all my money 'Cause a whirl 'round the town was her dream Took her dancin', took her dinin' Till her blue eyes were shinin' With the sights that they never had seen. If you should run into a golden haired angel And ask her tonight for a date She'll tell you somewhere there's a rich millionaire Who is calling again about eight. There's a pawn shop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania And I've just got to get five or ten From the pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania Gotta be with my angel again. Copyright 1952 by Oxford Music Corp. GG OCT98 | |||
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I fought against the bottle, But I had to do it drunk Took my diamond to the pawnshop But that don’t make it junk. I know that I’m forgiven, But I don’t know how I know I don’t trust my inner feelings Inner feelings come and go. How come you called me here tonight? How come you bother With my heart at all? You raise me up in grace, Then you put me in a place, Where I must fall. Too late to fix another drink The lights are going out I’ll listen to the darkness sing I know what that’s about. I tried to love you my way, But I couldn’t make it hold. So I closed the Book of Longing And I do what I am told. How come you called me here tonight? How come you bother with my heart at all? You raise me up in grace, Then you put me in a place, Where I must fall. I fought against the bottle, But I had to do it drunk Took my diamond to the pawnshop But that don’t make it junk. "That Don't Make It Junk" Leonard Cohen | |||
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pawnshop . . . bottle If I could have the world and all it owns A thousand kingdoms, a thousand thrones If all the earth were mine to hold With wealth my only goal I'd spend my gold on selfish things Without the love that Your life brings Just a little bit more is all I'd need 'Til life was torn from me I'd rather be in the palm of Your hand Though rich or poor I may be Faith can see right through the circumstance Sees the forest in spite of the trees Your grace provides for me If I should walk the streets no place to sleep No faith in promises You keep I'd have no way to buy my bread With a bottle for my bed But if I trust the One who died for me Who shed His blood to set me free If I live my life to trust in You Your grace will see me through I'd rather be in the palm of Your hand Though rich or poor I may be Faith can see right through the circumstance Sees the forest in spite of the trees If I could have the world If I could have the world and all it owns In the Palm of Your Hand ~ Alison Krauss ******* "Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions. ~Dalai Lama | |||
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bottle...whiskey ![]() Well, if you live in dusty twilight, baby, that's OK 'Cause there are women at the bar to greet you every day And you can take them back to lie with you in this ingenuous room But they can never take the pain away, a brighten all the gloom And if your hands are clanced with sorrow, may it help you ease your pain Though the windows have a view of silly rain, silly rain Well, if you walk in constant sorrow and you crie for me And if you hit the pain for memories maybe then you'll see Then if you drown yourself in liquor because it keeps you company Then just remember who you're loosing and be proud to set me free Because it don't talk back or disagree, it just makes you see so hazily But in the morning light your life is scattered with the wind, scattered with the wind Well, they tell you on the telephone to let him go I said they tell you he's a sinking ship And he's trying to pull you down, don't you know? But every time you call me up, say you want me back, you know you break my heart You want me to come back home and tray again, you want me to make a brand new start But if wisdom says to let him got then it hell beause you just don't know Until you've tried to love a man who's lovin' whiskey, lovin' whiskey My baby left me for the bottle and a lure of the night life Good times and crazy women and another glass of tangerine And if wisdom says to let him go, oh, then it's hell because you just don't know Until you've tried to love a man who's lovin' whiskey, lovin' whiskey Lovin' Whiskey Rory Block | |||
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Whiskey... As I was going' over the Cork and Kerry mountains I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya A sure ring mushel do mushel da Wack fol de daddy-o, Wack fol de daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar I counted out the money and it was a pretty penny. I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny She sighed and She swore that she never would deceive me But the devil take that woman for she never could be easy I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber And I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder For Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water And sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter It was early in the morning afore I rose to travel All the guards were all around me and likewise Captain Farrell Well I first produced me pistol, for she’d stolen away me rapier But I couldn’t shoot the charges so a prisoner I was taken Now if anyone can aid me, it’s me brother in the army But I don’t know where he’s stationed, if it’s Cork or in Killarney And if he’d come and join me we’d go roving in Killkenny And I swear he’d treat me better than me than me own sweet sporting Jenny Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber. Takin' my money with me and I never knew the danger. For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell. I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels. Musha ring dum a do dum a da. Whack for my daddy-o, Whack for my daddy-o. There's whiskey in the jar-o. Whiskey in the Jar - (The classic and never forgotten) Thin Lizzy!! | |||
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Whiskey ... Lady Whiskey Lady Whiskey, such a sad sight, stumblin' as she walks. She even hates herself sometimes. Keep her clear, for it's Saturday night. Drowns her sorrow, eases her pain, Waits for tomorrow, when she'll do the same again. Lady Whiskey's got a man, her man is just like her - Tries to fit the key in the door When he comes home Saturday night. Drowns his sorrow, eases his pain, Waits for tomorrow, when he'll do the same again. Lady Whiskey's got a son, got a daughter, too. Son don't play, but the daughter's on the way When she comes home Saturday night. Lady Whiskey, she gets sick when she goes downtown. One day drink's gonna put her down - She won't come home Saturday night. Wishbone Ash Build a man a fire and he's warm for a day. Set a man on fire and he's warm for the rest of his life. | |||
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whiskey! Oh whiskey is the life of man Always was since the world began Whiskey-o, Johnny-o Rise her up from down below Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o Up aloft this yard must go John rise her up from down below Now whiskey made me pawn me clothes And whiskey gave me a broken nose Now whiskey is the life of man Whiskey from an old tin can I thought I heard the first mate say I treats me crew in a decent way A glass of whiskey all around And a bottle full for the shanty man "Whiskey is the Life of Man" ~ Traditional Celtic Song ******* "Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions. ~Dalai Lama | |||
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whiskey...whiskey Jack o' Diamonds, Jack o' Diamonds and I know you of old You've robbed my poor pockets of silver and gold It's whiskey, you villain, you've been my downfall You've kicked me, you've cuffed me, but I love you for all It's whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry If I don't get rye whiskey, well, I think I will die I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry If the hard times don't kill me, I'll lay down and die I'll tune up my fiddle and I 'll rosin my bow I'll make myself welcome, wherever I go Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die Beefsteak when I'm hungry, red liquor when I'm dry Greenbacks when I'm hard up and religion when I die They say I drink whiskey, my money's my own All them that don't like me can leave me alone Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die Sometimes I drink whiskey, sometimes I drink rum Sometimes I drink brandy, at other times none But if I get boozey, my whiskey's my own And them that don't like me can leave me alone Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die If the ocean was whiskey and I was a duck I'd dive to the bottom to get one sweet suck But the ocean ain't whiskey and I ain't a duck So we'll round up the cattle and then we'll get drunk Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry If the whiskey don't kill me, I'll live till I die My foot's in my stirrup, my bridle's in my hand I'm leaving sweet Lillie, the fairest in the land Her parents don't like me, they say I'm too poor They say I'm unworthy to enter her door It's ,whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry If I don't get rye whiskey, well, I think I will die Sweet milk when I'm hungry, rye whiskey when I'm dry If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die I'll buy my own whiskey, I'll make my own stew If I get drunk, madam, it's nothing to you Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die I'll drink my own whiskey, I'll drink my own wine Some ten thousand bottles I've killed in my time I've no wife to quarrel, no babies to bawl The best way of living is no wife at all Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I cry If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die Way up on Clinch Mountain I wander alone I'm as drunk as the devil, oh, let me alone You may boast of your knowledge an' brag of your sense 'Twill all be forgotten a hundred years hence Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, you're no friend to me You killed my poor daddy, God damn, you try me "Rye Whiskey" This is a very old song, and I haven't been able to find out who wrote it. | |||
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whiskey . . . rosin the bow I've traveled all over this world And now to another I go And I know that good quarters are waiting To welcome old Rosin the Bow To welcome old Rosin the Bow To welcome old Rosin the Bow And I know that good quarters are waiting To welcome old Rosin the Bow. When I'm dead and laid out on the counter A voice you will hear from below Saying "Send down a hogshead of whiskey To drink with old Rosin the Bow" To drink with old Rosin the Bow" To drink with old Rosin the Bow" Saying "Send down a hogshead of whiskey To drink with old Rosin the Bow". Then get a half dozen stout fellows And stack them all up in a row Let them drink out of half gallon bottles To the memory of Rosin the Bow To the memory of Rosin the Bow To the memory of Rosin the Bow Let them drink out of half gallon bottles To the memory of Rosin the Bow. Then get this half dozen stout fellows And let them all stagger and go And dig a great hole in the meadow And in it put Rosin the Bow And in it put Rosin the Bow And in it put Rosin the Bow And dig a great hole in the meadow And in it put Rosin the Bow. Then get ye a couple of bottles Put one at me head and me toe With a diamond ring scratch upon them The name of old Rosin the Bow The name of old Rosin the Bow The name of old Rosin the Bow With a diamond ring scratch upon them The name of old Rosin the Bow. I've only this one consolation As out of this world I go I know that the next generation Will resemble old Rosin the Bow Will resemble old Rosin the Bow Will resemble old Rosin the Bow I know that the next generation Will resemble old Rosin the Bow. I fear that old tyrant approaching That cruel remorseless old foe And I lift up me glass in his honor Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow And I lift up me glass in his honor Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow. another old traditional song, as far as I can tell . . . ******* "Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions. ~Dalai Lama | |||
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Diamond ring ... Shine On You Crazy Diamond Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun. Shine on you crazy diamond. Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky. Shine on you crazy diamond. You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom, blown on the steel breeze. Come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine! You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon. Shine on you crazy diamond. Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light. Shine on you crazy diamond. Well you wore out your welcome with random precision, rode on the steel breeze. Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine! Pink Floyd (to former member Sid Barrett) Build a man a fire and he's warm for a day. Set a man on fire and he's warm for the rest of his life. | |||
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shine on Shine on, shine on harvest moon up in the sky. I ain't had no lovin' since January, February, June, or July. Snowtime ain't no time to stay outdoors and spoon, so shine on, shine on harvest moon for me and my gal. no idea who sang it before my father taught it to me ******* "Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions. ~Dalai Lama | |||
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Moon River, wider than a mile I'm crossing you in style some day. You dream maker, you heart breaker Wherever you're going, I'm going some day. Two drifters off to see the world There's such a lot of world to see. We're after the same rainbow's end. Waiting round the bend My huckleberry friend. Moon River and me. Henry Mancini 1961 Lyrics to 100 songs about the moon ![]() | |||
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Moon River ... dream Last Night I Had The Strangest Dream Words and music by Ed McCurdy Last night I had the strangest dream, I never dreamed before. I dreamed the world had all agreed To put an end to war. I dreamed I saw a mighty room, The room was filled with men. And the papers they were signing said They'd never fight again. And when the papers were all signed, And a million copies made They all joined hands and bowed their heads, And grateful prayers were made. And the people in the streets below, They all danced round and round. And guns and swords and uniforms Were scattered on the ground. Last night I had the strangest dream, I never dreamed before. I dreamed the world had all agreed To put an end to war. I dreamed I saw a mighty room, The room was filled with men. And the papers they were signing said They'd never fight again. When I awoke, twas but a dream, and peace a dirty word I tried to tell them of my dream, but not a word they heard And then I got me fighting mad, and I knew just what I'd do I'd fight nonviolently for peace, until my dream came true. "Last Night I Had a Happy Dream" was given a new lease, when Ed McCurdy rewrote it as a peace song. The last verse was added by Linda Hirschorn. TinmanThis message has been edited. Last edited by: tinman, | |||
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I've always loved that song, Tinman (and it's nice to see you here!). dream...when I awoke You are My Sunshine ~ Johnny Cash The other night dear, as I lay sleeping I dreamed I held you in my arms But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken So I hung my head and I cried. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are gray You'll never know dear, how much I love you Please don't take my sunshine away I'll always love you and make you happy, If you will only say the same. But if you leave me and love another, You'll regret it all some day: You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are gray You'll never know dear, how much I love you Please don't take my sunshine away You told me once, dear, you really loved me And no one else could come between. But not you've left me and love another; You have shattered all of my dreams: You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are gray You'll never know dear, how much I love you Please don't take my sunshine away In all my dreams, dear, you seem to leave me When I awake my poor heart pains. So when you come back and make me happy I'll forgive you dear, I'll take all the blame. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are gray You'll never know dear, how much I love you Please don't take my sunshine away | |||
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sunshine! Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry Sunshine on the water looks so lovely Sunshine almost always makes me high If I had a day that I could give you Id give to you a day just like today If I had a song that I could sing for you Id sing a song to make you feel this way Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry Sunshine on the water looks so lovely Sunshine almost always makes me high If I had a tale that I could tell you Id tell a tale sure to make you smile If I had a wish that I could wish for you Id make a wish for sunshine all the while Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry Sunshine on the water looks so lovely Sunshine almost always makes me high Sunshine almost all the time makes me high Sunshine almost always Sunshine on My Shoulders by John Denver, illustrated for a picture book by Christopher Canyon (of Columbus, OH) I agree, Tinman - great to see you post again! ******* "Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions. ~Dalai Lama | |||
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Sunshine — Time (Pink Floyd) Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today And then one day you find ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking Racing around to come up behind you again The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older, Shorter of breath and one day closer to death Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way The time is gone, the song is over, Thought I'd something more to say —Ceci n'est pas un seing. | |||
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If you know time - Robyn Hitchcock There's a wall inside you And it wants to smash your head If you know time There's a door inside you And it wants to slam you shut If you know time If you know time at all There's a law inside you With a real enforcin' sherriff with a badge, a gun and draw There's a man inside you With his fingers at the wheel He crashes you No matter how you feel Now you know time There's a voice inside me An eraser in my head You know I love you You know that's what I said I can walk you through the rain I can see your face again If you know time In the war that's coming Setting good guys against good It's always a good cause You fight because you should You can cut 'em down like weeds But you'll never make them love you Don't you know time Don't you know time at all | |||
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If We Make It Through December Written & Recorded By: Merle Haggard If we make it through December everything's gonna be all right I know; It's the coldest time of winter and I shiver when I see the falling snow; If we make it through December, Got plans to be a warmer town come summer time; Maybe even California, If we make it through December, we'll be fine; Got laid off down at the factory And their timing's not the greatest in the world; Heaven knows I been working hard, wanted Christmas to be right for daddy's girl; I don't mean to hate December, It's meant to be the happy time of year; And my little girl don't understand why daddy can't afford no Christmas here; If we make it through December everything's gonna be all right I know; It's the coldest time of winter And I shiver when I see the falling snow; If we make it through December, Got plans to be a warmer town come summer time; Maybe even California, If we make it through December, we'll be fine. | |||
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December...California California Dreaming ~Beach Boys all the leaves are brown and the sky is grey I've been for a walk on a winter's day I'd be safe and warm if I was in L.A California Dreamin' on such a winter's day stopped into a church I passed along the way well, I got down on my knees and I began to pray you know the preacher likes the cold he knows I'm gonna stay California Dreamin' on such a winter's day all the leaves are brown and the sky is grey I've been for a walk on a winter's day if I didn't tell her I could leave today California Dreamin' on such a winter's day | |||
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California ... Californication Psychic spies from china Try to steal your minds elation Little girls from sweden Dream of silver screen quotations And if you want these kind of dreams Its californication Its the edge of the world And all of western civilization The sun may rise in the east At least it settles in the final location Its understood that hollywood Sells californication Pay your surgeon very well To break the spell of aging Celebrity skin is this your chin Or is that war your waging First born unicorn Hard core soft porn Dream of californication Dream of californication Marry me girl be my fairy to the world Be my very own constellation A teenage bride with a baby inside Getting high on information And buy me a star on the boulevard Its californication Space may be the final frontier But its made in a hollywood basement Cobain can you hear the spheres Singing songs off station to station And alderons not far away Its californication Born and raised by those who praise Control of population everybodys been there and I dont mean on vacation First born unicorn Hard core soft porn Dream of californication Dream of californication Destruction leads to a very rough road But it also breeds creation And earthquakes are to a girls guitar Theyre just another good vibration And tidal waves couldnt save the world From californication Pay your surgeon very well To break the spell of aging Sicker than the rest There is no test But this is what youre craving First born unicorn Hard core soft porn Dream of californication Dream of californication Red Hot Chili Peppers Build a man a fire and he's warm for a day. Set a man on fire and he's warm for the rest of his life. | |||
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China ... China China My China (Brian Eno) In the haze of the morning, China sits on Eternity And the opium farmers sell dreams to obscure fraternities On the horizon the curtains are closing Down in the orchard the aunties and uncles play their games (like it seems they always have done) In the blue distance the vertical offices bear their names (like it seems they always have done) Clocks ticking slowly, dividing the day up These poor girls are such fun they know what God gave them fingers for (to make percussion over solos) China my China, I've wandered around and you're still here (which I guess you should be proud of) Your walls have enclosed you, have kept you at home for thousands of years (but there's something I should tell you) All the young boys are dressing like sailors I remember a man who jumped out from a window over the bay (there was hardly a raised eyebrow) The coroner told me 'This kind of thing happens every day' You see, from a pagoda, the world is so tidy. (In these lyrics, my China is Cockney rhyming slang for my mate.) —Ceci n'est pas un seing. | |||
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over the bay...Montego Bay Vernon will meet me when the BOAC lands. The keys to the M.G. will be in his hands. Adjust to the driving and I'm on my way. It's all on the right side at Montego Bay. Sing out --- o-o-o-o-o-o-o Come sing me loud --- loud, Montego Bay. And Gillian will meet me like a brother would. I think I remember but it's twice as good. Like how cool the rum is from a silver tray. I thirst to be thirsty In Montego Bay. I lay on the lalo 'till I'm lobster red. I still feel the motion here at home in bed. I tell you it's hard for me to stay away. You ain't been 'till you been high Montego Bay. Montego Bay Jeff Barry /Bobby Bloom | |||
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The keys to the M.G.... a used MG Harvey and Sheila (to the tune of Hava Nagila) by Allan Sherman Harvey and Sheila / Harvey and Sheila / Harvey and Sheila / Oh the day they met. Harvey and Sheila / Harvey and Sheila / Harvey and Sheila / No one will forget. Harvey's a CPA / He works for IBM / He went to MIT / And got his PHD. Sheila's a girl I know / At BBDNO / She works the PBX / And makes out the checks. Then, came, one great day when, Harvey took the elevator, / Sheila got in two floors later, Soon they both felt they were falling, / Everyone heard Sheila calling, "RING THE BELL" / But they fell, / Harv and Sheila fell in love. Harvey and Sheila / Harvey and Sheila / Harvey and Sheila / Chose a wedding ring. Harvey and Sheila / Harvey and Sheila / Harvey and Sheila / Married in the spring. She shopped at A&P / He bought a used MG / They sat and watched TV / On their RCA. Borrowed from HFC / Bought some AT&T / And on election day / Worked for JFK. Then they went and got a ... Charge-a-plate from R.H. Macy's / Bought a layette pink and lacey Then they had twin baby girls / Both with dimples; both with curls One named Bea / One named Kay / Soon they joined the PTA. Harvey and Sheila / Harvey and Sheila / Harvey and Sheila / Moved to west LA Harvey and Sheila / Harvey and Sheila / Harvey and Sheila / Flew TWA They bought a house one day / Financed by HFA It had a swimming pool / Full of H2O Traded their used MG / For a new XKE Switched to the GOP / That's they way things go. Oh that Harvey he was … really smart; he used his noodle / Sheila got a white French Poodle Went to Europe with a VISA / Harvey's rich; they say that he's a VIP This could be Only in the USA. | |||
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Only in the USA ... Born in the USA Bruce Springsteen Born down in a dead man's town The first kick I took was when I hit the ground You end up like a dog that's been beat too much Till you spend half your life just covering up Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Got in a little hometown jam So they put a rifle in my hand Sent me off to a foreign land To go and kill the yellow man Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Come back home to the refinery Hiring man says "Son if it was up to me" Went down to see my V.A. man He said "Son, don't you understand" I had a brother at Khe Sahn fighting off the Viet Cong They're still there, he's all gone He had a woman he loved in Saigon I got a picture of him in her arms now Down in the shadow of the penitentiary Out by the gas fires of the refinery I'm ten years burning down the road Nowhere to run ain't got nowhere to go Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I'm a long gone Daddy in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I'm a cool rocking Daddy in the U.S.A. Build a man a fire and he's warm for a day. Set a man on fire and he's warm for the rest of his life. | |||
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in Saigon ... Still in Saigon (by Charlie Daniels) Got on a plane in 'Frisco And got off in Vietnam I walked into a different world The past forever gone I could have gone to Canada Or I could have stayed in school But I was brought up differently I couldn't break the rules Thirteen months and fifteen days The last ones were the worst One minute I'd kneel down and pray And the next I'd stand and curse No place to run to Where I did not feel that war When I got home I stayed alone And checked behind each door Cuz I'm still in Saigon Still in Saigon I am still in Saigon In my mind The ground at home was covered in snow And I was covered in sweat My younger brother calls me a killer And my daddy calls me a vet Everybody says I'm someone else And I'm sick and there's no cure Damned if I know who I am There was only one place I was sure When i was still in Saigon Still in saigon I am still in saigon In my mind Every summer when it rains I smell the jungle, I hear the planes I can't tell no one, I feel ashamed Afraid some day I'll go insane That's been ten long years ago And time has gone on by Now and then I catch myself Eyes searching through the sky All the sounds of long ago Will be forever in my head Mingled with the wounded cries And the silence of the dead 'Cuz I'm still in Saigon Still in Saigon I am still in Saigon In my mind I am still in Saigon I am still in Saigon Yes, I'm still in Saigon In my mind —Ceci n'est pas un seing. | |||
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Artist/Band: Oak Ridge Boys Lyrics for Song: American Made Seems everything I buy these days Has got a foreign name From the kind of car I drive To my video game I got a NIKKON camera A Sony color Tee Vee But the one that I love is from the U.S.A. And standing next to me. My baby is American Made Born and bred in the U.S.A. From her silky long hair to her sexy long legs My baby is American Made. She looks good in her tight blue jeans She bought in Mexico And she loves wearing French perfume Everywhere we go But when it comes to the lovin' part One thing is true My baby's genuine U.S.A. | |||
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Artist/Band: Harris Emmylou Lyrics for Song: Queen Of The Silver Dollar She arrives in all her splendor Each night at nine o'clock Her chariot is the crosstown bus That stops right down the block Now the old piano minstrel plays her tune as she walks in And the Queen of the Silver Dollar's home again She's the Queen of the Silver Dollar She rules this smokey empire Her scepter is a wine glass and a bar stool is her throne Now the jesters flock around her tryin' to win her favors To see which one will take the Queen of the Silver Dollar home Now her royal dress is satin It's shabby and it's torn The royal jewels are rhinestones The shoes are scuffed and worn Of the many roads she's been down, And the places that she's seen Well they all look at her and say God save the queen Now the Queen of the Silver Dollar Is not as haughty as she seems She was once an ordinary girl with ordinary dreams But there's a man who found her And he brought her to this world He's the one who made a queen of a simple country girl Yes I'm the Queen of the Silver Dollar I rule this smokey kingdom Scepter is a wine glass and a bar stool is my throne Now the jesters flock around me tryin' to win my favors To see which one will take the Queen of the Silver Dollar home Yes I'm the Queen of the Silver Dollar I rule this smokey kingdom Scepter is a wine glass and a bar stool is my throne Now the jesters flock around me tryin' to win my favors To see which one will take the Queen of the Silver Dollar home | |||
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Now the old piano minstrel ... minstrel shows and county fairs I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you/ In worn out shoes Silver hair, ragged shirt and baggy pants, / That old soft shoe He'd jump so high, he'd jump so high, Then he'd lightly touch down. Mr. Bojangles, / Mr. Bojangles, / Mr. Bojangles, / dance. I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was / Down and out He looked to me to be the eye of age / As he spoke right out He talked of life, he talked of life, Laughing slapped his leg instead. Mr. Bojangles, / Mr. Bojangles, / Mr. Bojangles, / dance. He said his name Bojangles and he danced a lick / Across the cell He grabbed his pants and took a stance, he jumped so high / And he clicked his heels He let go laugh, he let go laugh, Shook back his clothes all around Mr. Bojangles, / Mr. Bojangles, / Mr. Bojangles, / dance. He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs / Throughtout the south He spoke with tears of 15 years of how his dog and him / Just travelled about His dog up and died, he up and died, And after 20 years he still grieves Mr. Bojangles, / Mr. Bojangles, / Mr. Bojangles, / dance. He said "I dance now at every chance at honky-tonks / For drinks and tips But most of the time I spend behind these county bars, / 'cause I drinks a bit." He shook his head, yes he shook his head, I heard someone ask him, Please, Mr. Bojangles, / Mr. Bojangles, / Mr. Bojangles, / dance. Mr. Bojangles by Jerry Jeff Walker (recorded by many) | |||
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at honky-tonks...honky tonk women I met a gin soaked, bar-room queen in Memphis, She tried to take me upstairs for a ride. She had to heave me right across her shoulder 'Cause I just can't seem to drink you off my mind. It's the honky tonk women Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues. I laid a divorcee in New York City, I had to put up some kind of a fight. The lady then she covered me with roses, She blew my nose and then she blew my mind. It's the honky tonk women Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues. It's the honky tonk women. Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues. It's the honky tonk women Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues. Honky Tonk Women Jagger/Richards | |||
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Words and music by Hank Williams, Sr. When you are sad and lonely and have no place to go Call me up, sweet baby, and bring along some dough And we'll go honky tonkin, honky tonkin Honky tonkin, honey baby Well go honky tonkin round this town. When you and your baby have a fallin out Just call me up sweet mama and we'll go steppin out And we'll go honky tonkin, honky tonkin Honky tonkin, honey baby We'll go honky tonkin round this town. We're goin to the city - to the city fair If you go to the city then you will find me there And we'll go honky tonkin, honky tonkin Honky tonkin, honey baby We'll go honky tonkin round this town. | |||
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City fair ... Scarborough Fair Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there He once was a true love of mine Tell him to make me a cambric shirt Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Without no seams nor needle work Then he'll be a true love of mine Have him wash it in yonder dry well Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Where ne'er a drop of water e'er fell And then he'll be a true love of mine Tell him to find me an acre of land Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Between salt water and the sea strands Then he'll be a true love of mine Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme And gather it all in a bunch of heather Then he'll be a true love of mine Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there He once was a true love of mine Traditional Build a man a fire and he's warm for a day. Set a man on fire and he's warm for the rest of his life. | |||
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