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Little Sister
Ry Cooder
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Doc Pomus
Mort Shuman
THEMES
Baby/Children
Love
GENRES
Rock 'n' Roll
YEAR
1979
Little sister don't you
Little sister don't you
Little sister don't you kiss me once or twice
And say it's very nice and then you run
Little sister don't you do what your big sister done
Well, I dated your big sister
And I took her to a show
I went out for some candy
Along came Jim Dandy
And they snuck right out the door
Little sister don't you
Little sister don't you
Little sister don't you kiss me once or twice
And say it's very nice and then you run
Little sister don't you do what your big sister done
Ev'ry time I see your sister
Well she's got somebody new
She's mean and evil
Like that little old Boll Weevil
Guess I'll try my luck with you
Little sister don't you
Little sister don't you
Little sister don't you kiss me once or twice
And say it's very nice and then you run
Little sister don't you do what your big sister done
Well, I used to pull your pigtails
And pinched your turned-up nose
But you been a-growin'
And baby it's been showin'
From your head down to your toes
Little sister don't you
Little sister don't you
Little sister don't you kiss me once or twice
And say it's very nice and then you run
Little sister don't you do what your big sister done
Little sister don't you do what your big sister done
(repeat to fade)
Little sister don't you do what your big sister done
Little sister don't you
Little sister don't you kiss me once or twice
And say it's very nice and then you run
Little sister don't you do what your big sister done
Well, I dated your big sister
And I took her to a show
I went out for some candy
Along came Jim Dandy
And they snuck right out the door
Little sister don't you
Little sister don't you
Little sister don't you kiss me once or twice
And say it's very nice and then you run
Little sister don't you do what your big sister done
Ev'ry time I see your sister
Well she's got somebody new
She's mean and evil
Like that little old Boll Weevil
Guess I'll try my luck with you
Little sister don't you
Little sister don't you
Little sister don't you kiss me once or twice
And say it's very nice and then you run
Little sister don't you do what your big sister done
Well, I used to pull your pigtails
And pinched your turned-up nose
But you been a-growin'
And baby it's been showin'
From your head down to your toes
Little sister don't you
Little sister don't you
Little sister don't you kiss me once or twice
And say it's very nice and then you run
Little sister don't you do what your big sister done
Little sister don't you do what your big sister done
(repeat to fade)
Little sister don't you do what your big sister done
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Far From The Home I Love
"Fiddler On The Roof" (1971 Film)
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Jerry Bock
Sheldon Harnick
THEMES
Love
GENRES
Showtunes
YEAR
1971
How can I hope to make you unterstand
Why I do, what I do,
Why I must travel to a distant land
Far from the home I love?
Once I was happily content to be
As I was, where I was
Close to the people who are close to me
Here in the home I love...
Who could see that a man would come
Who would change the shapes of my dreams?
Helpless, now, I stand with him
Wtaching older dreams grow dim.
Oh, what a melancholy choice this is,
Wanting home, wanting him,
Closing my heart to every hope but his,
Leaving the home I love.
There were my heart has settled long ago
I must go, I must go.
Who could imagine I'd be wand'ring so
Far from the home I love?
Yet, there with my love, I'm home.
Why I do, what I do,
Why I must travel to a distant land
Far from the home I love?
Once I was happily content to be
As I was, where I was
Close to the people who are close to me
Here in the home I love...
Who could see that a man would come
Who would change the shapes of my dreams?
Helpless, now, I stand with him
Wtaching older dreams grow dim.
Oh, what a melancholy choice this is,
Wanting home, wanting him,
Closing my heart to every hope but his,
Leaving the home I love.
There were my heart has settled long ago
I must go, I must go.
Who could imagine I'd be wand'ring so
Far from the home I love?
Yet, there with my love, I'm home.
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Out Of The Silence (Came A Song)
Porter Wagoner
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Dolly Parton
THEMES
Love
Weather
Places
Colours
Time
GENRES
Vintage
YEAR
1971
Silence, was around, me as I walked along
My mind was so troubled, I felt so alone
I had no desire to live, I had not a will to go home
Then out of the silence, came a song
The words were sharp and they cut deep, into my troubled mind
The melody was piercing, as it tore into this heart of mine
You have the legs to walk along, while others are all lamed
You have a mind to think with, while others are insane
You live while others dying, and yet no thanks're shown
Out of the silence, came this song
Then I saw a vision of myself, my legs were bent and lame
Not only was I crippled, but I couldn't speak my name
And then I saw a graveyard, with my own funeral going on
Then out of the silence, came a song
You have the legs to walk along, while others are born lame
You have a mind to think with, so why should you complain
You live while others die, and yet no thanks're shown
Out of the silence, came this song
Out of the silence, came the song
My mind was so troubled, I felt so alone
I had no desire to live, I had not a will to go home
Then out of the silence, came a song
The words were sharp and they cut deep, into my troubled mind
The melody was piercing, as it tore into this heart of mine
You have the legs to walk along, while others are all lamed
You have a mind to think with, while others are insane
You live while others dying, and yet no thanks're shown
Out of the silence, came this song
Then I saw a vision of myself, my legs were bent and lame
Not only was I crippled, but I couldn't speak my name
And then I saw a graveyard, with my own funeral going on
Then out of the silence, came a song
You have the legs to walk along, while others are born lame
You have a mind to think with, so why should you complain
You live while others die, and yet no thanks're shown
Out of the silence, came this song
Out of the silence, came the song
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Ex Lion Tamer
Wire
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Bruce Gilbert
Colin Newman
Graham Lewis
Robert Gotobed
THEMES
Food and Drink
Colours
Animals
GENRES
Rock
YEAR
1977
There's great dangerFor the lonliest ranger of allNo silver bulletsTonto's split the sceneNext week will solve your problemsBut now, fish fingers all in a lineThe milk bottles stand emptyStay glued to your T. V. setThere's great dangerAt hand most caped crusader of allNo cloak of justiceRobin's flown the nest
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The Nickle Song
Melanie
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Melanie Safka
THEMES
Money
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
1971
* Put another nickel in
In the nickelodeon
All I ever want from you is music
I'll do anything for you anything you want me to
All I ever, all I ever wanted was music
Well you know that I'm not a gambler but I'm being gambled on
They put in a nickel and I sing a little song
In the nickelodeon
All I ever, all I ever, wanted was music
Well I don't mind that
They're lucky but it seems like they always win
And gambling is illegal in the state of mind I'm in
And if I had a nickel for each time that I've been put on
I would be their nickel man and I'd sing a little song
You know they're only putting in a nickel
And they want a dollar song, oh
They're only putting in a nickel
And they want a dollar song
Oh yeah, all I ever wanted was the music
I'll do anything for you anything you want me to
All I ever all I ever wanted was music sweet music
They're only puttin' in a nickel
To get rid of a lot that's wrong
Oh you know they're only puttin' in a nickel
And they want a dollar song
They're only puttin' in a nickel
And they want a dollar song
Yeah...
In the nickelodeon
All I ever want from you is music
I'll do anything for you anything you want me to
All I ever, all I ever wanted was music
Well you know that I'm not a gambler but I'm being gambled on
They put in a nickel and I sing a little song
In the nickelodeon
All I ever, all I ever, wanted was music
Well I don't mind that
They're lucky but it seems like they always win
And gambling is illegal in the state of mind I'm in
And if I had a nickel for each time that I've been put on
I would be their nickel man and I'd sing a little song
You know they're only putting in a nickel
And they want a dollar song, oh
They're only putting in a nickel
And they want a dollar song
Oh yeah, all I ever wanted was the music
I'll do anything for you anything you want me to
All I ever all I ever wanted was music sweet music
They're only puttin' in a nickel
To get rid of a lot that's wrong
Oh you know they're only puttin' in a nickel
And they want a dollar song
They're only puttin' in a nickel
And they want a dollar song
Yeah...
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Looking For Someone
Genesis
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Anthony Phillips
Mike Rutherford
Peter Gabriel
Tony Banks
THEMES
Body
Memories/Nostalgia
Weather
Country/Nature
Colours
Time
GENRES
Rock
YEAR
1970
Looking for someone, I guess I'm doing that,
Trying to find a mem'ry in a dark room.
Dirty man, you're looking like a Buddha,
I know you well - yeah.
Keep on a straight line, I don't believe I can,
Trying to find a needle in a haystack.
Chilly wind you're piercing like a dagger,
It hurts me so - yeah.
Nobody needs to discover me,
I'm back again.
You see the sunlight through the
Trees to keep you warm,
In peaceful shades of green.
Yet in the darkness of my mind
Damascus wasn't far behind.
Lost in a subway, I guess I'm losing time,
There's a man looking at a magazine.
You're such a fool, your mumbo-jumbo
Never tells me anything - yeah.
Nobody needs to discover me,
I'm back again.
You feel the ashes from the
Fire that kept you warm.
Its comfort disappears,
But still the only friend I know
Would never tell me where I go.
Looking for someone,
And now I've found myself a name.
Come away, leave me,
All that I have I will give.
Leave me, leave me,
All that I am I will give.
Trying to find a mem'ry in a dark room.
Dirty man, you're looking like a Buddha,
I know you well - yeah.
Keep on a straight line, I don't believe I can,
Trying to find a needle in a haystack.
Chilly wind you're piercing like a dagger,
It hurts me so - yeah.
Nobody needs to discover me,
I'm back again.
You see the sunlight through the
Trees to keep you warm,
In peaceful shades of green.
Yet in the darkness of my mind
Damascus wasn't far behind.
Lost in a subway, I guess I'm losing time,
There's a man looking at a magazine.
You're such a fool, your mumbo-jumbo
Never tells me anything - yeah.
Nobody needs to discover me,
I'm back again.
You feel the ashes from the
Fire that kept you warm.
Its comfort disappears,
But still the only friend I know
Would never tell me where I go.
Looking for someone,
And now I've found myself a name.
Come away, leave me,
All that I have I will give.
Leave me, leave me,
All that I am I will give.
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Siboney
Omara Portuando
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Ernesto Lecuona
Theodora Morse
THEMES
Dreams
Love
Body
Names
Memories/Nostalgia
Country/Nature
Places
GENRES
Latin
Easy Listening
Vintage
YEAR
1975
Siboney yo te quiero
yo me muero por tu amor
Siboney, I love you. I die for your love
Siboney al arrullo
de la palma pienso en ti
Siboney, before I sleep, I think of you
Ven a mi
que te quiero
y de todo tesoro
eres tu para mi
Come to me, because I love you. I will give you all my treasures. You are made for me
Siboney al arrullo
de la palma pienso en ti
Siboney, before I sleep, I think of you
Siboney de mi sueño
si no oyes la queja de mi voz
Siboney, of my dreams, if you don't hear my voice's complaint...
Siboney si no vienes
me moriré de amor
Siboney, if you don't come, I will die of love
Siboney de mis sueños
te espero con ansias en mi caney
Siboney of my dreams, I hope for you with yearning
Siboney si no vienes
me moriré de amor
Siboney, if you don't come, I will die of love
Oye el eco de mi canto de cristal
Listen to my song's echo from the crystal
Siboney de mis sueños
te espero con ansias en mi caney
Siboney of my dreams, I hope for you with yearning
Siboney, si no vienes
me moriré de amor
Siboney, if you don't come, I will die of love
Oye el eco de mi canto de cristal
Listen to my song's echo from the crystal
yo me muero por tu amor
Siboney, I love you. I die for your love
Siboney al arrullo
de la palma pienso en ti
Siboney, before I sleep, I think of you
Ven a mi
que te quiero
y de todo tesoro
eres tu para mi
Come to me, because I love you. I will give you all my treasures. You are made for me
Siboney al arrullo
de la palma pienso en ti
Siboney, before I sleep, I think of you
Siboney de mi sueño
si no oyes la queja de mi voz
Siboney, of my dreams, if you don't hear my voice's complaint...
Siboney si no vienes
me moriré de amor
Siboney, if you don't come, I will die of love
Siboney de mis sueños
te espero con ansias en mi caney
Siboney of my dreams, I hope for you with yearning
Siboney si no vienes
me moriré de amor
Siboney, if you don't come, I will die of love
Oye el eco de mi canto de cristal
Listen to my song's echo from the crystal
Siboney de mis sueños
te espero con ansias en mi caney
Siboney of my dreams, I hope for you with yearning
Siboney, si no vienes
me moriré de amor
Siboney, if you don't come, I will die of love
Oye el eco de mi canto de cristal
Listen to my song's echo from the crystal
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All Revved Up With No Place To Go
Meat Loaf
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Jim Steinman
THEMES
Baby/Children
Country/Nature
Time
Animals
Dreams
GENRES
Rock
YEAR
1977
I was nothing but a lonely boy
Looking for something new.
And you were nothing but a lonely girl
But you were something
Something like a dream come true
I was a varsity tackle and a hell of a block
When I played my guitar
I made the canyons rock but
Every saturday night
I felt the fever grow
Do ya know what its like
All revved up with no place to go
Do ya know what its like
All revved up with no place to go
In the middle of a steaming night
Im tossing in my sleep
And in the middle of a red-eyed dream
I see you coming
Coming on to give it to me
I was out on the prowl down by the edge of the track
And like a son of a jackal
Im a leader of the pack but
Every saturday night
I felt the fever grow
Do ya know what its like
All revved up with no place to go
Do ya know what its like
All revved up with no place to go
Oh, baby, Im a hunter in the dark of the forest
Ive been stalking you and tracking you downr
Cruising up and down the main drag all night long
We could be standing at the top of the world
Instead of sinking further down in the mud
You and me round about midnight
You and me round about midnight
Someones got to draw first
Draw first
Someone's got to draw first blood
Someone's got to draw first blood
Oooh I got to draw first blood
Oooh I got to draw first blood
I was out on the prowl down by the edge of the track
And like a son of a jackal I'm a leader of the pack but
Every saturday night
I felt the fever grow
Do ya know what it's like
All revved up with no place to go
Do ya know what it's like
All revved up with no place to go
I was nothing but a lonely all-American boy
Looking out for something to do
And you were nothing but a lonely all-American girl
But you were something like a dream come true
I was a varsity tackle and a hell of a block
And when I played my guitar I made the canyons rock
But every saturday night
I felt the fever grow
All revved up with no place to go
All revved up with no place to go
All revved up with no place to go
All revved up with no place to go
All revved up with no place to go
Looking for something new.
And you were nothing but a lonely girl
But you were something
Something like a dream come true
I was a varsity tackle and a hell of a block
When I played my guitar
I made the canyons rock but
Every saturday night
I felt the fever grow
Do ya know what its like
All revved up with no place to go
Do ya know what its like
All revved up with no place to go
In the middle of a steaming night
Im tossing in my sleep
And in the middle of a red-eyed dream
I see you coming
Coming on to give it to me
I was out on the prowl down by the edge of the track
And like a son of a jackal
Im a leader of the pack but
Every saturday night
I felt the fever grow
Do ya know what its like
All revved up with no place to go
Do ya know what its like
All revved up with no place to go
Oh, baby, Im a hunter in the dark of the forest
Ive been stalking you and tracking you downr
Cruising up and down the main drag all night long
We could be standing at the top of the world
Instead of sinking further down in the mud
You and me round about midnight
You and me round about midnight
Someones got to draw first
Draw first
Someone's got to draw first blood
Someone's got to draw first blood
Oooh I got to draw first blood
Oooh I got to draw first blood
I was out on the prowl down by the edge of the track
And like a son of a jackal I'm a leader of the pack but
Every saturday night
I felt the fever grow
Do ya know what it's like
All revved up with no place to go
Do ya know what it's like
All revved up with no place to go
I was nothing but a lonely all-American boy
Looking out for something to do
And you were nothing but a lonely all-American girl
But you were something like a dream come true
I was a varsity tackle and a hell of a block
And when I played my guitar I made the canyons rock
But every saturday night
I felt the fever grow
All revved up with no place to go
All revved up with no place to go
All revved up with no place to go
All revved up with no place to go
All revved up with no place to go
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Seven Stones
Genesis
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Mike Rutherford
Peter Gabriel
Steve Hackett
Tony Banks
THEMES
Weather
Country/Nature
Numbers
Money
Animals
GENRES
Rock
YEAR
1971
I heard the old man tell his tale:
Tinker, alone within a storm,
And losing hope he clears the leaves beneath a tree,
Seven stones
Lay on the ground.
Within the seventh house a friend was found.
And the changes of no consequence will pick up the reins from nowhere.
Sailors, in peril on the sea,
Amongst the waves a rock looms nearer, and not yet seen.
They see a gull
Flying by.
The Captain turns the boat and he asks not why.
And the changes of no consequence will pick up the reins from nowhere.
Nowhere.
Despair that tires the world brings the old man laughter.
The laughter of the world only grieves him,
believe him,
The old man's guide is chance.
I heard the old man tell his tale:
Farmer, who knows not when to sow,
Consults the old man clutching money in his hand.
And with a shrug,
The old man smiled,
Took the money, left the farmer wild.
And the changes of no consequence will pick up the reins from nowhere.
Nowhere.
Despair that tires the world brings the old man laughter.
The laughter of the world only grieves him,
believe him,
The old man's guide is chance.
Tinker, alone within a storm,
And losing hope he clears the leaves beneath a tree,
Seven stones
Lay on the ground.
Within the seventh house a friend was found.
And the changes of no consequence will pick up the reins from nowhere.
Sailors, in peril on the sea,
Amongst the waves a rock looms nearer, and not yet seen.
They see a gull
Flying by.
The Captain turns the boat and he asks not why.
And the changes of no consequence will pick up the reins from nowhere.
Nowhere.
Despair that tires the world brings the old man laughter.
The laughter of the world only grieves him,
believe him,
The old man's guide is chance.
I heard the old man tell his tale:
Farmer, who knows not when to sow,
Consults the old man clutching money in his hand.
And with a shrug,
The old man smiled,
Took the money, left the farmer wild.
And the changes of no consequence will pick up the reins from nowhere.
Nowhere.
Despair that tires the world brings the old man laughter.
The laughter of the world only grieves him,
believe him,
The old man's guide is chance.
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Strangers
The Kinks
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Dave Davies
THEMES
Body
Love
Time
Numbers
GENRES
Rock
Pop
YEAR
1970
Where are you going I don't mind
I've killed my world and I've killed my time
So where do I go, what do I see
I see many people coming after me
So where are you going to I don't mind
If I live too long I'm afraid I'll die
So I will follow you wherever you go
If your offered hand is still open to me
Strangers on this road we are on
We are not two we are one
So you've been where I've just come
From the land that brings losers on
So we will share this road we walk
And mind our mouths and beware our talk
till peace we find tell you what I'll do
All the things I own I will share with And if I feel tomorrow like I feel today
Well take what we want and give the rest away
Strangers on this road we are on
We are not two we are one
Holy man and holy priest
This love of life makes me weak at my knees
And when we get there make your play
Cos soon I feel you're gonna carry us away
In a promised lie you made us believe
For many men there is so much grief
And my mind is proud, but it aches with rage
And if I live too long I'm afraid I'll die
Strangers on this road we are on
We are not two we are one
Strangers on this road we are on
We are not two we are one
I've killed my world and I've killed my time
So where do I go, what do I see
I see many people coming after me
So where are you going to I don't mind
If I live too long I'm afraid I'll die
So I will follow you wherever you go
If your offered hand is still open to me
Strangers on this road we are on
We are not two we are one
So you've been where I've just come
From the land that brings losers on
So we will share this road we walk
And mind our mouths and beware our talk
till peace we find tell you what I'll do
All the things I own I will share with And if I feel tomorrow like I feel today
Well take what we want and give the rest away
Strangers on this road we are on
We are not two we are one
Holy man and holy priest
This love of life makes me weak at my knees
And when we get there make your play
Cos soon I feel you're gonna carry us away
In a promised lie you made us believe
For many men there is so much grief
And my mind is proud, but it aches with rage
And if I live too long I'm afraid I'll die
Strangers on this road we are on
We are not two we are one
Strangers on this road we are on
We are not two we are one
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Return To Sender
The Persuasions
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Otis Blackwell
Winfield Scott
THEMES
Time
Numbers
Love
Places
GENRES
Rock 'n' Roll
YEAR
1979
Return to sender
Return to sender
I gave a letter to the postman,
He put it his sack.
Bright in early next morning,
He brought my letter back.
She wrote upon it:
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such zone.
We had a quarrel, a lovers spat
I write I'm sorry, but my letter keeps coming back.
So then I dropped it in the mailbox
And sent it Special D.
Bright and early next morning
It came right back to me.
She wrote upon it:
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such person, no such zone.
This time I'm gonna take it myself
And put it right in her hand.
And if it comes back the very next day
Then I'll understand - the writing on it.
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such zone.
Return to sender
(Repeat to fade)
Return to sender
I gave a letter to the postman,
He put it his sack.
Bright in early next morning,
He brought my letter back.
She wrote upon it:
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such zone.
We had a quarrel, a lovers spat
I write I'm sorry, but my letter keeps coming back.
So then I dropped it in the mailbox
And sent it Special D.
Bright and early next morning
It came right back to me.
She wrote upon it:
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such person, no such zone.
This time I'm gonna take it myself
And put it right in her hand.
And if it comes back the very next day
Then I'll understand - the writing on it.
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such zone.
Return to sender
(Repeat to fade)
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Cotton Pickin' Hands
Johnny Cash & June Carter Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Johnny Cash
June Carter Cash
THEMES
Names
Food and Drink
Time
Numbers
GENRES
Rock 'n' Roll
YEAR
1972
[Johnny and June:]
I'm a fair to middling man
And these are cotton pickin' hands
I'm a fair to middling man
And these are cotton pickin' hands
[Johnny:]
My woman asks for little
And nothing she demands
Except to hold these cotton pickin' hands
The bloom is white and then it's red
Then it falls to leave a bowl instead
The leaves fall and the field is white
We pick the pods from dawn to night
[Johnny and June:]
I'm a fair to middling man
And these are cotton pickin' hands
I'm a fair to middling man
And these are cotton pickin' hands
[Johnny:]
My woman asks for little
And nothing she demands
Except to hold these cotton pickin' hands
My woman cooks and sweeps the yard
And that old rug board is rough and hard
Her face is pretty though it's tanned
And I love those cotton pickin' hands
[Johnny and June:]
I'm a fair to middling man
And these are cotton pickin' hands
I'm a fair to middling man
And these are cotton pickin' hands
[Johnny:]
My woman asks for little
And nothing she demands
Except to hold these cotton pickin' hands
[Johnny and June:]
I'm a fair to middling man
And these are cotton pickin' hands
I'm a fair to middling man
And these are cotton pickin' hands
I'm a fair to middling man
And these are cotton pickin' hands
I'm a fair to middling man
And these are cotton pickin' hands
[Johnny:]
My woman asks for little
And nothing she demands
Except to hold these cotton pickin' hands
The bloom is white and then it's red
Then it falls to leave a bowl instead
The leaves fall and the field is white
We pick the pods from dawn to night
[Johnny and June:]
I'm a fair to middling man
And these are cotton pickin' hands
I'm a fair to middling man
And these are cotton pickin' hands
[Johnny:]
My woman asks for little
And nothing she demands
Except to hold these cotton pickin' hands
My woman cooks and sweeps the yard
And that old rug board is rough and hard
Her face is pretty though it's tanned
And I love those cotton pickin' hands
[Johnny and June:]
I'm a fair to middling man
And these are cotton pickin' hands
I'm a fair to middling man
And these are cotton pickin' hands
[Johnny:]
My woman asks for little
And nothing she demands
Except to hold these cotton pickin' hands
[Johnny and June:]
I'm a fair to middling man
And these are cotton pickin' hands
I'm a fair to middling man
And these are cotton pickin' hands
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The Birth Of The Blues
Chet Atkins & Les Paul
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Buddy DeSylva
Lew Brown
Ray Henderson
THEMES
Country/Nature
Memories/Nostalgia
GENRES
Blues
Jazz
Easy Listening
YEAR
1976
Oh, they say some people long ago
Were searching for a different tune
One that they could croon
As only they can
They only had the rhythm
So they started swaying to and fro
They didn't know just what to use
That is how the blues really began
They heard the breeze in the trees
Singing weird melodies
And they made that the start of the blues
And from a jail came the wail
Of a down-hearted frail
And they played that
As part of the blues
From a whippoorwill
Out on a hill
They took a new note
Pushed it through a horn
Til it was worn
Into a blue note
And then they nursed it, rehearsed it
And gave out the news
That the southland gave birth to the blues!
Were searching for a different tune
One that they could croon
As only they can
They only had the rhythm
So they started swaying to and fro
They didn't know just what to use
That is how the blues really began
They heard the breeze in the trees
Singing weird melodies
And they made that the start of the blues
And from a jail came the wail
Of a down-hearted frail
And they played that
As part of the blues
From a whippoorwill
Out on a hill
They took a new note
Pushed it through a horn
Til it was worn
Into a blue note
And then they nursed it, rehearsed it
And gave out the news
That the southland gave birth to the blues!
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Faithful
Marvin, Welch & Farrar
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Bruce Welch
Hank Marvin
John Farrar
THEMES
Weather
Country/Nature
Memories/Nostalgia
GENRES
Pop
Easy Listening
YEAR
1971
Watch her ride the morning tide
Easy as she sways
As the sunlight plays upon the water
Faithful is the name she bears
Faithful has she been
Once an ocean queen but still a lady
And as I watch the white of the sails in the sun catch the breeze
I sigh, all too soon she'll be gone beyond the horizon
Gracefully she turns her head out to open sea
Eager for the freedom that she knows is there
And as I watch the white of the sails in the sun catch the breeze
I sigh, all too soon she'll be gone beyond the horizon
All too soon she'll be gone beyond the horizon
Easy as she sways
As the sunlight plays upon the water
Faithful is the name she bears
Faithful has she been
Once an ocean queen but still a lady
And as I watch the white of the sails in the sun catch the breeze
I sigh, all too soon she'll be gone beyond the horizon
Gracefully she turns her head out to open sea
Eager for the freedom that she knows is there
And as I watch the white of the sails in the sun catch the breeze
I sigh, all too soon she'll be gone beyond the horizon
All too soon she'll be gone beyond the horizon
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Please Come Home For Christmas
Eagles
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Charles Brown
Gene C Redd
THEMES
Love
Country/Nature
Colours
Christmas/Seasonal
GENRES
Blues
Rock
YEAR
1978
Bells will be ringing this sad sad news
Oh what a Christmas to have the blues
My baby's gone I have no friends
To wish me greetings once again
Choirs will be singing "Silent Night"
Christmas carols by candlelight
Please come home for Christmas
Please come home for Christmas
If not for Christmas by New Years night
Friends and relations send salutations
Sure as the stars shine above
But this is Christmas yes Christmas my dear
The time of year to be with the ones you love
So won't you tell me you'll never more roam
Christmas and new Years will find you home
There'll be no more sorrow no grief and pain
And I'll be happy, happy once again
Oh there'll be no more sorrow, no grief and pain
And I'll be happy, Christmas once again
Oh what a Christmas to have the blues
My baby's gone I have no friends
To wish me greetings once again
Choirs will be singing "Silent Night"
Christmas carols by candlelight
Please come home for Christmas
Please come home for Christmas
If not for Christmas by New Years night
Friends and relations send salutations
Sure as the stars shine above
But this is Christmas yes Christmas my dear
The time of year to be with the ones you love
So won't you tell me you'll never more roam
Christmas and new Years will find you home
There'll be no more sorrow no grief and pain
And I'll be happy, happy once again
Oh there'll be no more sorrow, no grief and pain
And I'll be happy, Christmas once again
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