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Mr. Charles Blues
Ray Charles
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Ray Charles
YEAR
1961
Baby, we went last winter
And the ground was covered with snow
Yes, we went last winter, baby
And the ground was covered with snow
I didn't have no money in my pocket, darling
Shout aloud and have no place to go
Well, it seems like I was going crazy sometime
I didn't know what to do
Yes, it seems like I was going crazy sometime
Baby, I didn't know what to do
Yeah, I wake up in the morning
Shout and laid down with the blues
Well, I finally got a break, baby
Easy things are coming my way
Yeah, I finally got a break, baby
Easy things are coming my way
I've got money in my pocket, darling
Yes, I can change clothes everyday
And the ground was covered with snow
Yes, we went last winter, baby
And the ground was covered with snow
I didn't have no money in my pocket, darling
Shout aloud and have no place to go
Well, it seems like I was going crazy sometime
I didn't know what to do
Yes, it seems like I was going crazy sometime
Baby, I didn't know what to do
Yeah, I wake up in the morning
Shout and laid down with the blues
Well, I finally got a break, baby
Easy things are coming my way
Yeah, I finally got a break, baby
Easy things are coming my way
I've got money in my pocket, darling
Yes, I can change clothes everyday
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I Believe My Time Ain't Long
Fleetwood Mac
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Jeremy Spencer
THEMES
Love
Places
Time
GENRES
Blues
YEAR
1967
I'm gettin' up soon in the morning
I believe I'll dust my broom
I'm gettin' up soon in the morning
I believe I'll dust my broom
I quit the best gal I'm loving, ah
Now my friends can get in my room
I'm gonna write a letter
Telephone every town I know
I'm gonna write a letter
Telephone every town I know
If I don't find her in Mississippi
She'll be in East Monroe I know
I don't want no woman
Want every downtown man she meet
No, I don't want no woman
Want every downtown man she meet
Man, she a no good darling
They'll shouldn't allow her on the street, yeah
break:
I believe
I believe my time ain't long
I believe
I believe my time ain't long
I ain't gonna leave my baby
and break up my happy home
I believe I'll dust my broom
I'm gettin' up soon in the morning
I believe I'll dust my broom
I quit the best gal I'm loving, ah
Now my friends can get in my room
I'm gonna write a letter
Telephone every town I know
I'm gonna write a letter
Telephone every town I know
If I don't find her in Mississippi
She'll be in East Monroe I know
I don't want no woman
Want every downtown man she meet
No, I don't want no woman
Want every downtown man she meet
Man, she a no good darling
They'll shouldn't allow her on the street, yeah
break:
I believe
I believe my time ain't long
I believe
I believe my time ain't long
I ain't gonna leave my baby
and break up my happy home
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The Legend Of Xanadu
Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky Mick & Tich
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Alan Blaikley
Ken Howard
THEMES
Body
Love
Weather
Country/Nature
Places
Colours
GENRES
Pop
YEAR
1968
Esta es la leyenda de Xanadu
You'll hear my voice, on the wind, 'cross the sand
If you should return, to that black barren land that bears the name of Xanadu
Cursed without hope, was the love that I sought
Lost from the start, was the duel that was s'possed to win her heart in Xanadu
And the foot prints leave no traces
Only shadows move in places where we used to go
And the buildings open to the sky
All echo in the vultures cry as if to show
Our love was for a day
Then doomed to pass away
In Xanadu, in Xanadu, in Xanadu
In Xanadu, in Xanadu, in Xanadu
What was it to you that a man laid down his life for your love
Were those clear eyes of yours ever filled with the pain and the tears and the grief
Did you ever give your self to any one man in this whole wide world
Or did you love me and will you find your way back one day to Xanadu
You'll hear my voice, on the wind, 'cross the sand
If you should return, to that black barren land that bears the name of Xanadu
Xanadu, in Xanadu, in Xanadu, in Xanadu
You'll hear my voice, on the wind, 'cross the sand
If you should return, to that black barren land that bears the name of Xanadu
Cursed without hope, was the love that I sought
Lost from the start, was the duel that was s'possed to win her heart in Xanadu
And the foot prints leave no traces
Only shadows move in places where we used to go
And the buildings open to the sky
All echo in the vultures cry as if to show
Our love was for a day
Then doomed to pass away
In Xanadu, in Xanadu, in Xanadu
In Xanadu, in Xanadu, in Xanadu
What was it to you that a man laid down his life for your love
Were those clear eyes of yours ever filled with the pain and the tears and the grief
Did you ever give your self to any one man in this whole wide world
Or did you love me and will you find your way back one day to Xanadu
You'll hear my voice, on the wind, 'cross the sand
If you should return, to that black barren land that bears the name of Xanadu
Xanadu, in Xanadu, in Xanadu, in Xanadu
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Mary Ann
Stevie Wonder
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Ray Charles
THEMES
Names
Love
GENRES
Latin
R&B/Soul
YEAR
1962
Well, now oh Mary Ann
You know you sure look fine
Well, now ohhhh
You know you sure look fine
Well, now ooh Mary Ann
I could love you all the time
Well, now oh Mary Ann
I said baby don't you know
Well, now ohhhh
Well, now baby don't you know
Don't you you know babe
That i love you so
A well now ohhh
(horns)
Ohh Mary Ann
Can i take you home tonight
Ohhhhh baby
Can i take you home tonight
If you let me babe
I'll make everything alright
A well now ohhhh ohhh
(horns till end)
You know you sure look fine
Well, now ohhhh
You know you sure look fine
Well, now ooh Mary Ann
I could love you all the time
Well, now oh Mary Ann
I said baby don't you know
Well, now ohhhh
Well, now baby don't you know
Don't you you know babe
That i love you so
A well now ohhh
(horns)
Ohh Mary Ann
Can i take you home tonight
Ohhhhh baby
Can i take you home tonight
If you let me babe
I'll make everything alright
A well now ohhhh ohhh
(horns till end)
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Jackie
Scott Walker
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Gerard Jouannest
Jacques Brel
Mort Shuman
THEMES
Names
Food and Drink
Places
Memories/Nostalgia
Dreams
Novelty
Time
GENRES
Dance
Pop
YEAR
1968
[English version of "La Chanson de Jacky" by Jacques Brel & Gerard Jouannest]
And if one day I should become
A singer with a spanish bum
Who sings for women of great virtue
I'd sing to them with a guitar
I borrowed from a coffee bar
Well, what you don't know doesn't hurt you
My name would be Antonio
And all my bridges I would burn
And when I gave them some they'd know
I'd expect something in return
I'd have to get drunk every night
And talk about virility
With some old grandmother
That might be decked out like a Christmas tree
And no pink elephant I'd see
Though I'd be drunk as I could be
Still I would sing my song to me
About the time they called me "Jackie"
If I could bem for only an hour
If I could be for an hour every day
If I could be for just one little hour
Cute, cute in a stupid ass way
And if I joined the social whirl
Became procurer of young girls
Then I could have my own bordellos
My record would be number one
And I'd sell records by the ton
All sung by many other fellows
My name would then be handsome Jack
And I'd sell boats of opium
Whisky that came from Twickenham
Authentic queers
And phoney virgins
If I had banks on every finger
A finger in every country
And all the countries ruled by me
I'd still know where I'd want to be
Locked up inside my opium den
Surrounded by some china men
I'd sing the song that I sang then
About the time they called me "Jackie"
If I could be, for only an hour
If I could be for an hour every day
If I could be for just one little hour
Cute, cute in a stupid ass way
Now, tell me, wouldn't it be nice
That if one day in paradise
I'd sing for all the ladies up there
And they would sing along with me
And we be so happy there to be
'Cos down below is really nowhere
And if my name were "Jupiter"
Then I would know where I was going
And then I would become all knowing
My beard so very long and flowing
If I became deaf, dumb and blind
Because I pitied all mankind
And broke my heart to make things right
I'd know that every single night
When my angelic work was through
The angels and the devil too
Would sing my childhood song to me
About the time they called me "Jackie"
If I could be, for only an hour
If I could be for an hour every day
If I could be for just one little hour
Cute, cute in a stupid ass way
And if one day I should become
A singer with a spanish bum
Who sings for women of great virtue
I'd sing to them with a guitar
I borrowed from a coffee bar
Well, what you don't know doesn't hurt you
My name would be Antonio
And all my bridges I would burn
And when I gave them some they'd know
I'd expect something in return
I'd have to get drunk every night
And talk about virility
With some old grandmother
That might be decked out like a Christmas tree
And no pink elephant I'd see
Though I'd be drunk as I could be
Still I would sing my song to me
About the time they called me "Jackie"
If I could bem for only an hour
If I could be for an hour every day
If I could be for just one little hour
Cute, cute in a stupid ass way
And if I joined the social whirl
Became procurer of young girls
Then I could have my own bordellos
My record would be number one
And I'd sell records by the ton
All sung by many other fellows
My name would then be handsome Jack
And I'd sell boats of opium
Whisky that came from Twickenham
Authentic queers
And phoney virgins
If I had banks on every finger
A finger in every country
And all the countries ruled by me
I'd still know where I'd want to be
Locked up inside my opium den
Surrounded by some china men
I'd sing the song that I sang then
About the time they called me "Jackie"
If I could be, for only an hour
If I could be for an hour every day
If I could be for just one little hour
Cute, cute in a stupid ass way
Now, tell me, wouldn't it be nice
That if one day in paradise
I'd sing for all the ladies up there
And they would sing along with me
And we be so happy there to be
'Cos down below is really nowhere
And if my name were "Jupiter"
Then I would know where I was going
And then I would become all knowing
My beard so very long and flowing
If I became deaf, dumb and blind
Because I pitied all mankind
And broke my heart to make things right
I'd know that every single night
When my angelic work was through
The angels and the devil too
Would sing my childhood song to me
About the time they called me "Jackie"
If I could be, for only an hour
If I could be for an hour every day
If I could be for just one little hour
Cute, cute in a stupid ass way
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I Can Dream Can't I
Cleo Laine
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Irving Kahal
Sammy Fain
THEMES
Food and Drink
Dreams
Country/Nature
Love
GENRES
Easy Listening
YEAR
1962
(Dream on, dream on)
I can see
No matter how near you'll be
You'll never belong to me
But I can dream, can't I
Can't I pretend
That I'm locked in the bend of your embrace
For dreams are just like wine
And I am drunk with mine
I'm aware
My heart is a sad affair
There's much disillusion there
But I can dream, can't I
Can't I adore you
Although we are oceans apart
I can't make you open your heart
But I can dream, can't I
I'm aware
My heart is a sad affair
There's much disillusion there
But I can dream, can't I
Can't I adore you
Although we are oceans apart
I can't make you open your heart
But I can dream, can't I
(Dream on, dream on, dream on)
I can dream, can't I
I can see
No matter how near you'll be
You'll never belong to me
But I can dream, can't I
Can't I pretend
That I'm locked in the bend of your embrace
For dreams are just like wine
And I am drunk with mine
I'm aware
My heart is a sad affair
There's much disillusion there
But I can dream, can't I
Can't I adore you
Although we are oceans apart
I can't make you open your heart
But I can dream, can't I
I'm aware
My heart is a sad affair
There's much disillusion there
But I can dream, can't I
Can't I adore you
Although we are oceans apart
I can't make you open your heart
But I can dream, can't I
(Dream on, dream on, dream on)
I can dream, can't I
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A World Without You
Bobby Darin
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Bobby Darin
Rudy Clark
THEMES
Time
Christmas/Seasonal
Money
GENRES
Pop
YEAR
1965
You know the dawn will give light
Just like it's always done
And the skies will give forth
With the warmth of the sun
And the earth will give life
To the sweet mornin' dew
But with all that they give
I still couldn't live in a world without you
In a world without you
Who would I turn to when I'm down
I have built my world around only you
And you, have spoiled me so bad
Lovin' me like you do
That no one could give a reason to live
In a world without you
In a world without you
Tell me who would I turn to when I'm down
I have built my world around only you
And you, have spoiled me so bad
Lovin' me like you do
That no one could give a reason to live
In a world without you
Just like it's always done
And the skies will give forth
With the warmth of the sun
And the earth will give life
To the sweet mornin' dew
But with all that they give
I still couldn't live in a world without you
In a world without you
Who would I turn to when I'm down
I have built my world around only you
And you, have spoiled me so bad
Lovin' me like you do
That no one could give a reason to live
In a world without you
In a world without you
Tell me who would I turn to when I'm down
I have built my world around only you
And you, have spoiled me so bad
Lovin' me like you do
That no one could give a reason to live
In a world without you
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The Anniversary Waltz
Connie Francis
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Al Dubin
Dave Franklin
THEMES
Body
Time
Numbers
GENRES
Easy Listening
YEAR
1963
We just discovered each other
Tonight when the lights were low
One dance led up to another
And now I can't let you go
So tell me I may always dance
The Anniversary Waltz with you
Tell me this is real romance
An anniversary dream come true
Let this be the answer
To our future years
Through millions of smiles
And a few little tears
May I always listen to
The Anniversary Waltz
With you
Let this be the answer
To our future years
Through millions of smiles
And a few little tears
May I always listen to
The Anniversary Waltz
With you...
Tonight when the lights were low
One dance led up to another
And now I can't let you go
So tell me I may always dance
The Anniversary Waltz with you
Tell me this is real romance
An anniversary dream come true
Let this be the answer
To our future years
Through millions of smiles
And a few little tears
May I always listen to
The Anniversary Waltz
With you
Let this be the answer
To our future years
Through millions of smiles
And a few little tears
May I always listen to
The Anniversary Waltz
With you...
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Strange Fruit
Carmen McRae
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Lewis Allan
THEMES
Food and Drink
Country/Nature
Colours
Body
Weather
Sadness
GENRES
Jazz
Blues
YEAR
1961
Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop
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I Get The Sweetest Feeling
The Platters
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Alicia Evelyn
Van Allen McCoy
THEMES
Baby/Children
Body
Love
Time
GENRES
R&B/Soul
YEAR
1968
Mmmmmmmmmm
The closer you get
The better you look baby
The better you look
The more I want you
When you turn on your smile
I feel my heart go wild
I'm like a child with a brand new toy
And I get the
Sweetest feeling
Honey the Sweetest (Sweetest Feeling)
Baby the Sweetest (Sweetest Feeling)
Loving you, ya
The warmer your kiss
The deeper you touch me baby
The deeper your touch
The more you thrill me
It's more than I can stand
Girl, when you hold my hand
I feel so grand
That I could cry
And I get the (Sweetest Feeling)
Moma the sweetest (Sweetest Feeling)
Baby the sweetest (Sweetest Feeling)
Loving you
uhh The greater your love
The stronger you hold me baby
The stronger your hold
The more I need You.
With every passing day
I love you more in everyway
I'm in love to stay
And I wanna say
I get the (Sweetest Feeling)
Baby the sweetest (Sweetest Feeling)
Honey the sweetest (Sweetest Feeling)
Loving You
Aw (Sweetest Feeling)
Baby the sweetest (Sweetest Feeling)
Sweetest
The closer you get
The better you look baby
The better you look
The more I want you
When you turn on your smile
I feel my heart go wild
I'm like a child with a brand new toy
And I get the
Sweetest feeling
Honey the Sweetest (Sweetest Feeling)
Baby the Sweetest (Sweetest Feeling)
Loving you, ya
The warmer your kiss
The deeper you touch me baby
The deeper your touch
The more you thrill me
It's more than I can stand
Girl, when you hold my hand
I feel so grand
That I could cry
And I get the (Sweetest Feeling)
Moma the sweetest (Sweetest Feeling)
Baby the sweetest (Sweetest Feeling)
Loving you
uhh The greater your love
The stronger you hold me baby
The stronger your hold
The more I need You.
With every passing day
I love you more in everyway
I'm in love to stay
And I wanna say
I get the (Sweetest Feeling)
Baby the sweetest (Sweetest Feeling)
Honey the sweetest (Sweetest Feeling)
Loving You
Aw (Sweetest Feeling)
Baby the sweetest (Sweetest Feeling)
Sweetest
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What Am I Living For
Jimmy Clanton
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Art Harris
Fred Jay
YEAR
1961
What am I living for if not for you,
What am I living for if not for you,
What am I living for if not for you,
oh nobody else, nobody else will do
What am I longing for each lonely night,
To feel your lips to mine, to hold you tight
You'll be the only girl my whole life through,
Oh nobody else, nobody else will do
I want you close to me that's all I know,
I want you all the time because darling I love you so
What am I living for if not for you,
What am I living for if not for you,
What am I living for if not for you,
Baby nobody else, nobody else will do
What am I living for if not for you,
Darling nobody else, nobody else will do
nobody else, nobody else will do
What am I living for if not for you,
What am I living for if not for you,
oh nobody else, nobody else will do
What am I longing for each lonely night,
To feel your lips to mine, to hold you tight
You'll be the only girl my whole life through,
Oh nobody else, nobody else will do
I want you close to me that's all I know,
I want you all the time because darling I love you so
What am I living for if not for you,
What am I living for if not for you,
What am I living for if not for you,
Baby nobody else, nobody else will do
What am I living for if not for you,
Darling nobody else, nobody else will do
nobody else, nobody else will do
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Who's Sorry Now
Paul Anka
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Bert Kalmar
Harry Ruby
Ted Snyder
THEMES
Memories/Nostalgia
Love
Sadness
GENRES
Pop
YEAR
1963
Who's sorry now, who's sorry now
Whose heart is achin' for breakin' each vow
Who's sad and blue, who's cryin' too
Just like I cried over you
Right to the end, just like a friend
I tried to warn you somehow
You had your way, now you must pay
I'm glad that you're sorry now
Right to the end, just like a friend
I tried to warn you somehow
You had your way, now you must pay
I'm glad that you're sorry now
Whose heart is achin' for breakin' each vow
Who's sad and blue, who's cryin' too
Just like I cried over you
Right to the end, just like a friend
I tried to warn you somehow
You had your way, now you must pay
I'm glad that you're sorry now
Right to the end, just like a friend
I tried to warn you somehow
You had your way, now you must pay
I'm glad that you're sorry now
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Manha De Carnaval
La Lupe
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Antonio Maria
Luiz Bonfa
THEMES
Dreams
Love
Country/Nature
Time
GENRES
Latin
YEAR
1965
[English]
I'll sing to the sun in the sky,
I'll sing 'till the sun rises high,
Carnival time is here,
Magical time of year,
And as the time draws near,
Dreams lift my heart!
I'll sing as I play my guitar,
I'll cling to a dream from afar,
Will love come my way,
This Carnival day,
And stay here in my heart?
Will true love come my way,
On this Carnival day,
Or will I be alone with my dream?
I'll sing to the sun in the sky,
I'll sing 'till the sun rises high,
Carnival time is here,
Magical time of year,
And as the time draws near,
Dreams lift my heart!
I'll sing as I play my guitar,
I'll cling to a dream from afar,
Will love come my way,
This Carnival day,
And stay here in my heart?
Will true love come my way,
On this Carnival day,
Or will I be alone with my dream?
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Mr. Reporter
The Kinks
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Ray Davies
THEMES
Baby/Children
Colours
Clothing/Apparel
Love
GENRES
Rock 'n' Roll
YEAR
1966
Hey, Mr. Reporter,
How \'bout talking about yourself?
Do you like what you\'re doing,
Or is it that you can, do nothing else?
Hey, Mr. Reporter,
I\'ll believe all that you put down.
I\'ll believe the sun is going up,
Even though it\'s, going down.
Hey, Mr. Reporter,
Don\'t you twist my, words around.
I\'ll kill you, I won\'t let you,
Distort, my simple sound.
Hey, Mr. Reporter,
How \'bout talking, about yourself?
Do you like what you\'re doing,
Or is it that you can, do nothing else?
Hey, Mr. Reporter,
How \'bout talking about yourself?
Do you like what you\'re doing,
Or is it that you can, do nothing else?
Did your daddy, stop you playing
With your friends when, you were young?
And is that, why you run down
All the young folks, have their fun.
The reason, I am stupid,
Is because I read, you every day.
You misquote, all of the true things
Because it rubs you up the wrong way.
Hey, Mr. Reporter,
How \'bout talking about yourself?
Do you like what you\'re doing,
Or is it that you can do nothing else?
Heyyy
Heyyy
Heyyy
Heyyy
Heyyy
How \'bout talking about yourself?
Do you like what you\'re doing,
Or is it that you can, do nothing else?
Hey, Mr. Reporter,
I\'ll believe all that you put down.
I\'ll believe the sun is going up,
Even though it\'s, going down.
Hey, Mr. Reporter,
Don\'t you twist my, words around.
I\'ll kill you, I won\'t let you,
Distort, my simple sound.
Hey, Mr. Reporter,
How \'bout talking, about yourself?
Do you like what you\'re doing,
Or is it that you can, do nothing else?
Hey, Mr. Reporter,
How \'bout talking about yourself?
Do you like what you\'re doing,
Or is it that you can, do nothing else?
Did your daddy, stop you playing
With your friends when, you were young?
And is that, why you run down
All the young folks, have their fun.
The reason, I am stupid,
Is because I read, you every day.
You misquote, all of the true things
Because it rubs you up the wrong way.
Hey, Mr. Reporter,
How \'bout talking about yourself?
Do you like what you\'re doing,
Or is it that you can do nothing else?
Heyyy
Heyyy
Heyyy
Heyyy
Heyyy
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A Six Pack To Go
Hank Thompson
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Dick Hart
Hank Thompson
Johnny Lowe
THEMES
Food and Drink
Time
Numbers
Money
GENRES
Rock 'n' Roll
Rock
YEAR
1960
Hey, Mister Bartender
Please don't be so slow
I got time for one more round
And a six-pack to go
Tomorrow mornin's Sunday
I'm gonna be feelin' low
So please, please Bartender
I want a six-pack to go
I've been a-drinkin' all day long
Takin' in the town
I've done spent my whole paycheck
Just-a honky-tonkin' round
I don't have enough to pay my rent
I ain't gonna worry though
I got time for one more round
And a six-pack to go
(Instrumental Break)
Hey, Mister Bartender
Please don't be so slow
I got time for one more round
And a six-pack to go
Tomorrow mornin's Sunday
I'm gonna be feeling low
So please, please Bartender
I want a six-pack to go
I've been a-drinkin' all day long
Takin' in the town
I've done spent my whole paycheck
Just-a honky-tonkin' round
Well, I don't have enough to pay my rent
I ain't gonna worry though
I got time for one more round
And a six-pack to go
One six-pack to go
Please don't be so slow
I got time for one more round
And a six-pack to go
Tomorrow mornin's Sunday
I'm gonna be feelin' low
So please, please Bartender
I want a six-pack to go
I've been a-drinkin' all day long
Takin' in the town
I've done spent my whole paycheck
Just-a honky-tonkin' round
I don't have enough to pay my rent
I ain't gonna worry though
I got time for one more round
And a six-pack to go
(Instrumental Break)
Hey, Mister Bartender
Please don't be so slow
I got time for one more round
And a six-pack to go
Tomorrow mornin's Sunday
I'm gonna be feeling low
So please, please Bartender
I want a six-pack to go
I've been a-drinkin' all day long
Takin' in the town
I've done spent my whole paycheck
Just-a honky-tonkin' round
Well, I don't have enough to pay my rent
I ain't gonna worry though
I got time for one more round
And a six-pack to go
One six-pack to go
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Everybody Is A Star
Sly & The Family Stone
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Sylvester Stewart
THEMES
Inspirational
Weather
GENRES
R&B/Soul
YEAR
1969
Everybody is a star
Who can rain, chase the dust away
Everybody wants to shine
Ooh, come out on a cloudy day
'Til the sun that loves you proud
When the system tries to bring you down
Every hand to shine tonight
You don't need darkness to do what you think is right
Ba pa-pa-pa ba pa-pa ba ba ba pa-pa ba pa-pa ba pa-pa ba ba ba,
ba-pa ba-pa ba ba, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Everybody is a star
I can feel it when you shine on me
I love you for who you are
Not the one you feel you need to be
Ever catch a falling star
Ain't no stopping 'til it's in the ground
Everybody is a star
One big circle going round and round
Ba pa-pa-pa ba pa-pa ba ba ba pa-pa ba pa-pa ba pa-pa ba ba ba,
ba-pa ba-pa ba ba, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ba pa-pa-pa ba pa-pa ba ba ba pa-pa ba pa-pa ba pa-pa ba ba ba,
ba-pa ba-pa ba ba, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ba pa-pa-pa ba pa-pa ba ba ba pa-pa ba pa-pa ba pa-pa ba ba ba,
ba-pa ba-pa ba ba, shine, shine, shine, shine
(repeat and fade)
Who can rain, chase the dust away
Everybody wants to shine
Ooh, come out on a cloudy day
'Til the sun that loves you proud
When the system tries to bring you down
Every hand to shine tonight
You don't need darkness to do what you think is right
Ba pa-pa-pa ba pa-pa ba ba ba pa-pa ba pa-pa ba pa-pa ba ba ba,
ba-pa ba-pa ba ba, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Everybody is a star
I can feel it when you shine on me
I love you for who you are
Not the one you feel you need to be
Ever catch a falling star
Ain't no stopping 'til it's in the ground
Everybody is a star
One big circle going round and round
Ba pa-pa-pa ba pa-pa ba ba ba pa-pa ba pa-pa ba pa-pa ba ba ba,
ba-pa ba-pa ba ba, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ba pa-pa-pa ba pa-pa ba ba ba pa-pa ba pa-pa ba pa-pa ba ba ba,
ba-pa ba-pa ba ba, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ba pa-pa-pa ba pa-pa ba ba ba pa-pa ba pa-pa ba pa-pa ba ba ba,
ba-pa ba-pa ba ba, shine, shine, shine, shine
(repeat and fade)
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Sonny Boy
Sammy Davis Jr
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Al Jolson
Buddy DeSylva
Lew Brown
Ray Henderson
THEMES
Baby/Children
Body
Names
Love
Weather
Colours
Sadness
GENRES
Easy Listening
Vintage
YEAR
1962
Climb upon my knee, Sonny Boy,
Though you're only three, Sonny Boy,
You've no way of knowing,
There's no way of showing,
What you mean to me, Sonny Boy.
When there are grey skies,
I don't mind the grey skies,
You make them blue, Sonny Boy.
Friends may forsake me,
Let them all forsake me,
I still have you, Sonny Boy.
You're sent from Heaven
And I know your worth,
You've made a Heaven
For me, right here on Earth
When I'm old and grey, dear,
Promise you won't stray, dear
For I love you so, Sonny Boy.
When there are grey skies,
I don't mind the grey skies,
You make them blue, Sonny Boy.
Friends may forsake me,
Let `em, let `em all forsake me,
I still have you, Sonny Boy.
You're sent from Heaven
And I know your worth,
Why, you made a Heaven
For me, right here on Earth.
And the Angels, they grew lonely,
And they took you because they were lonely,
Now I'm lonely too, Sonny Boy.
Though you're only three, Sonny Boy,
You've no way of knowing,
There's no way of showing,
What you mean to me, Sonny Boy.
When there are grey skies,
I don't mind the grey skies,
You make them blue, Sonny Boy.
Friends may forsake me,
Let them all forsake me,
I still have you, Sonny Boy.
You're sent from Heaven
And I know your worth,
You've made a Heaven
For me, right here on Earth
When I'm old and grey, dear,
Promise you won't stray, dear
For I love you so, Sonny Boy.
When there are grey skies,
I don't mind the grey skies,
You make them blue, Sonny Boy.
Friends may forsake me,
Let `em, let `em all forsake me,
I still have you, Sonny Boy.
You're sent from Heaven
And I know your worth,
Why, you made a Heaven
For me, right here on Earth.
And the Angels, they grew lonely,
And they took you because they were lonely,
Now I'm lonely too, Sonny Boy.
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