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Sweets For My Sweet
The Drifters
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Doc Pomus
Mort Shuman
THEMES
Body
Food and Drink
Colours
Happiness
Love
GENRES
Rock 'n' Roll
YEAR
1961
Sweets for my sweet, sugar for my honey
Your first sweet kiss thrilled me so
Sweets for my sweet, sugar for my honey
I'll never ever let you go
If you wanted that star that shines so brightly
To match the stardust in your eye
Darling, I would chase that bright star nightly
And try to steal it from the sky
And I would bring
Sweets for my sweet, sugar for my honey
Your first sweet kiss thrilled me so
Sweets for my sweet, sugar for my honey
I'll never ever let you go
If you wanted a dream to keep you smilin'
I'd tell the sandman you were blue
And I'd ask him to keep that sand a-pilin'
Until your dreams had all come true
And I would bring
Sweets for my sweet, sugar for my honey
Your first sweet kiss thrilled me so
Sweets for my sweet, sugar for my honey
I'll never ever let you go
And if you wanted a love to last forever
Darlin' I would send my love your way
And my love'd not only last forever
But forever and a day
And I would bring
Sweets for my sweet, sugar for my honey
Your first sweet kiss thrilled me so
Sweets for my sweet, sugar for my honey
I'll never ever let you go
Your first sweet kiss thrilled me so
Sweets for my sweet, sugar for my honey
I'll never ever let you go
If you wanted that star that shines so brightly
To match the stardust in your eye
Darling, I would chase that bright star nightly
And try to steal it from the sky
And I would bring
Sweets for my sweet, sugar for my honey
Your first sweet kiss thrilled me so
Sweets for my sweet, sugar for my honey
I'll never ever let you go
If you wanted a dream to keep you smilin'
I'd tell the sandman you were blue
And I'd ask him to keep that sand a-pilin'
Until your dreams had all come true
And I would bring
Sweets for my sweet, sugar for my honey
Your first sweet kiss thrilled me so
Sweets for my sweet, sugar for my honey
I'll never ever let you go
And if you wanted a love to last forever
Darlin' I would send my love your way
And my love'd not only last forever
But forever and a day
And I would bring
Sweets for my sweet, sugar for my honey
Your first sweet kiss thrilled me so
Sweets for my sweet, sugar for my honey
I'll never ever let you go
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Sunny Afternoon
The Kinks
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Ray Davies
THEMES
Food and Drink
Love
Weather
Time
Money
GENRES
Rock
Pop
YEAR
1966
The tax man's taken all my dough
And left me in my stately home
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
And I can't sail my yacht
He's taken everything I got
All I've got's this sunny afternoon
Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze
I got a big fat mama trying to break me
And I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
My girlfriend's run off with my car
And gone back to her ma and pa
Telling tales of drunkenness and cruelty
Now I'm sitting here
Sipping at my ice cold beer
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
Help me, help me, help me sail away
Well give me two good reasons why I oughta stay
'Cause I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
Ah, save me, save me, save me from this squeeze
I got a big fat mama trying to break me
And I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
And left me in my stately home
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
And I can't sail my yacht
He's taken everything I got
All I've got's this sunny afternoon
Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze
I got a big fat mama trying to break me
And I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
My girlfriend's run off with my car
And gone back to her ma and pa
Telling tales of drunkenness and cruelty
Now I'm sitting here
Sipping at my ice cold beer
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
Help me, help me, help me sail away
Well give me two good reasons why I oughta stay
'Cause I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
Ah, save me, save me, save me from this squeeze
I got a big fat mama trying to break me
And I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
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Silver Sandals
Porter Wagoner & Dolly Parton
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Dolly Parton
YEAR
1969
In silver sandals she goes walking up those golden stairs
And though we miss her so we know she's happy to be there
She walks with us in memory we see her all the time
In silver sandals walking through our minds
So many times we let our thoughts turn back to yesterday
To a little girl that could only watch the children as they played
She walks with us in memories we see her all the time
In silver sandals walking through our minds
The grave in which she sleeps is cold, but our thoughts of her are warm
And we cry as we both long to hold her in our arms
Each night in dreams we see her running to us smiling sweet
With silver sandals on her little feet
In silver sandals she goes walking up those golden stairs
And though we miss her so we know she's happy to be there
She walks with us in memory we see her all the time
In silver sandals walking through our minds
(She had asked for sandals from the time that she could talk
And it would break our hearts when she'd ask us why she couldn't walk
She'd say when I go to heaven, can I change my crutches then
For a pair of silver sandals at the rainbow's end)
In silver sandals she goes walking up those golden stairs
And though we miss her so we know she's happy to be there
She walks with us in memory we see her all the time
In silver sandals walking through our minds
In silver sandals walkin' through our minds
And though we miss her so we know she's happy to be there
She walks with us in memory we see her all the time
In silver sandals walking through our minds
So many times we let our thoughts turn back to yesterday
To a little girl that could only watch the children as they played
She walks with us in memories we see her all the time
In silver sandals walking through our minds
The grave in which she sleeps is cold, but our thoughts of her are warm
And we cry as we both long to hold her in our arms
Each night in dreams we see her running to us smiling sweet
With silver sandals on her little feet
In silver sandals she goes walking up those golden stairs
And though we miss her so we know she's happy to be there
She walks with us in memory we see her all the time
In silver sandals walking through our minds
(She had asked for sandals from the time that she could talk
And it would break our hearts when she'd ask us why she couldn't walk
She'd say when I go to heaven, can I change my crutches then
For a pair of silver sandals at the rainbow's end)
In silver sandals she goes walking up those golden stairs
And though we miss her so we know she's happy to be there
She walks with us in memory we see her all the time
In silver sandals walking through our minds
In silver sandals walkin' through our minds
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Save The Last Dance For Me
The Righteous Brothers
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Doc Pomus
Mort Shuman
THEMES
Body
Love
Time
Celebration
GENRES
R&B/Soul
YEAR
1966
You can dance ev'ry dance with the guy who gives you the eye, let him hold you tight
You can smile ev'ry smile for the man who held your hand 'neath the pale moonlight
But don't forget who's taking you home and in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin', save the last dance for me, mmmm
Oh, I know that the music's fine like sparkling wine go and have your fun
Laugh and sing but while we're apart don't give your heart to anyone
But don't forget who's taking you home and in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin', save the last dance for me, mmmm
Baby don't you know I love you so
Can't you feel it when we touch
I will never never let you go
I love you oh so much
You can dance go and carry on till the night is gone and it's time to go
If he asks if you're all alone can he take you home you must tell him no
'Cause don't forget who's taking you home and in whose arm's you're gonna be
So darlin save the last dance for me
'Cause don't forget who's taking you home and in whose arm's your gonna be
So darlin save the last dance for me, mmmm
Save the last dance for me, mmmm
Save the last dance for me
You can smile ev'ry smile for the man who held your hand 'neath the pale moonlight
But don't forget who's taking you home and in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin', save the last dance for me, mmmm
Oh, I know that the music's fine like sparkling wine go and have your fun
Laugh and sing but while we're apart don't give your heart to anyone
But don't forget who's taking you home and in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin', save the last dance for me, mmmm
Baby don't you know I love you so
Can't you feel it when we touch
I will never never let you go
I love you oh so much
You can dance go and carry on till the night is gone and it's time to go
If he asks if you're all alone can he take you home you must tell him no
'Cause don't forget who's taking you home and in whose arm's you're gonna be
So darlin save the last dance for me
'Cause don't forget who's taking you home and in whose arm's your gonna be
So darlin save the last dance for me, mmmm
Save the last dance for me, mmmm
Save the last dance for me
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Some Mother's Son
The Kinks
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Ray Davies
THEMES
Body
Memories/Nostalgia
Dreams
GENRES
Rock
Pop
YEAR
1969
Some mother's son lies in a field
Someone has killed some mother's son today
Head blown up by some soldier's gun
While all the mothers stand and wait
Some mother's son ain't coming home today
Some mother's son ain't got no grave
Two soldiers fighting in a trench
One soldier glances up to see the sun
And dreams of games he played when he was young
And then his friend calls out his name
It stops his dream and as he turns his head
A second later he is dead
Some mother's son lies in a field
Back home they put his picture in a frame
But all dead soldiers look the same
While all the parents stand and wait
To meet their children coming home from school
Some mother's son is lying dead
Somewhere someone is crying
Someone is trying to be so brave
But still the world keeps turning
Though all the children have gone away
Some mother's son lies in a field
But in his mother's eyes he looks the same
As on the day he went away
They put his picture on the wall
They put flowers in the picture frame
Some mother's memory remains
Someone has killed some mother's son today
Head blown up by some soldier's gun
While all the mothers stand and wait
Some mother's son ain't coming home today
Some mother's son ain't got no grave
Two soldiers fighting in a trench
One soldier glances up to see the sun
And dreams of games he played when he was young
And then his friend calls out his name
It stops his dream and as he turns his head
A second later he is dead
Some mother's son lies in a field
Back home they put his picture in a frame
But all dead soldiers look the same
While all the parents stand and wait
To meet their children coming home from school
Some mother's son is lying dead
Somewhere someone is crying
Someone is trying to be so brave
But still the world keeps turning
Though all the children have gone away
Some mother's son lies in a field
But in his mother's eyes he looks the same
As on the day he went away
They put his picture on the wall
They put flowers in the picture frame
Some mother's memory remains
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Santa Claus Is Coming To Town
The Beach Boys
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Fred Coots
Haven Gillespie
YEAR
1964
You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
He's making a list,
And checking it twice
Gonna find out who's naughty or nice
Santa Claus is coming to town
He sees you when you're sleeping
He knows when you're awake
He knows if you've been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake!
You better watch out!
You better not cry.
You better not pout, I'm telling you why
'Cause Santa Claus is coming to town
He see you when you're sleeping
He knows when you're awake
He knows if you've been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake!
You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout, I'm tellin' you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout, I'm tellin' you why
Santa Claus is coming
He's coming to town
You better not cry
You better not pout
I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
He's making a list,
And checking it twice
Gonna find out who's naughty or nice
Santa Claus is coming to town
He sees you when you're sleeping
He knows when you're awake
He knows if you've been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake!
You better watch out!
You better not cry.
You better not pout, I'm telling you why
'Cause Santa Claus is coming to town
He see you when you're sleeping
He knows when you're awake
He knows if you've been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake!
You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout, I'm tellin' you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout, I'm tellin' you why
Santa Claus is coming
He's coming to town
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San Franciscan Nights
Eric Burdon & The Animals
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Barry Jenkins
Daniel Mcculloch
Eric Burdon
Victor Briggs
THEMES
Baby/Children
Body
Dreams
Love
Weather
Places
Time
GENRES
Rock
YEAR
1967
This following program is dedicated to the city and people of
San Franciscan, who may not know it but they are beautiful and so
is their city this is a very personal song, so if the viewer
cannot understand it particularly those of you who are European
residents save up all your brand and fly trans love airways to
San Franciscan U.S.A., then maybe you'll understand the song, it
will be worth it, if not for the sake of this song but for the
sake of your own peace of mind.
Strobe lights beam create dreams
walls move minds do too
on a warm San Franciscan night
old child young child feel alright
on a warm San Franciscan night
angels sing leather wings
jeans of blue Harley Davisons too
on a warm San Franciscan night
old angels young angels feel alright
on a warm San Franciscan night.
I wasn't born there perhaps I'll die there
there's no place left to go, San Franciscan.
Cop's face is filled with hate
heavens above he's on a street called love
when will they even learn
old cop young cop feel alright
on a warm San Franciscan night
the children are cool
they don't raise fools
it's an american dream
includes indians too.
San Franciscan, who may not know it but they are beautiful and so
is their city this is a very personal song, so if the viewer
cannot understand it particularly those of you who are European
residents save up all your brand and fly trans love airways to
San Franciscan U.S.A., then maybe you'll understand the song, it
will be worth it, if not for the sake of this song but for the
sake of your own peace of mind.
Strobe lights beam create dreams
walls move minds do too
on a warm San Franciscan night
old child young child feel alright
on a warm San Franciscan night
angels sing leather wings
jeans of blue Harley Davisons too
on a warm San Franciscan night
old angels young angels feel alright
on a warm San Franciscan night.
I wasn't born there perhaps I'll die there
there's no place left to go, San Franciscan.
Cop's face is filled with hate
heavens above he's on a street called love
when will they even learn
old cop young cop feel alright
on a warm San Franciscan night
the children are cool
they don't raise fools
it's an american dream
includes indians too.
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Slow Rider
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Johnny Cash
THEMES
Instrumental
GENRES
Instrumental
Rock 'n' Roll
YEAR
1960
[Spoken:]
Ride this train to any little trail in the West
You may find me riding alone late at night
My poor old horse don't understand why I ride at night and sleep in the daytime
Or why we ride in the bushes and hide every time I hear a noise
Well that's all I've done for months now running and hiding
You see my name is John Wesley Hardin
No I'm not proud of the name anymore
They say I've killed forty men
They tell a lot of different stories about me
Of course I guess I'm to blame for a lot of it
I killed the first time when I was fifteen to save my life, but then I had to do it again
Then every bum in the country that was fast with the gun started lookin' for me
They called me the fastest gun alive and I guess I was fast or I wouldn't be alive now
I got to where I couldn't walk down a street or in a saloon
Without some trigger-happy cowpoke
Wantin' to prove he could outdraw old John Wesley Hardin
Maybe I got a little bitter and didn't care whether I killed or not for a while
And I never quite forgot when the authorities in Huntsville prison
Dragged me up in the snow naked and horsewhipped me
Well that's why I'm ridin' at night
I want to go where no one has ever seen me
Where I won't even have to wear a gun
Maybe I can settle down in a quiet little town somewhere
Even get a job on the right side of the law, who knows
Maybe in a new town people will let me forget
[Song:]
I ride an old paint, he's on the weary side
And I'm a saddle tramp about to cross the great divide
Where there's grass in the coolies and water in the drawl
And a forty pound saddle won't make us both raw
Slow rider, slow rider, move on a little more
The sky boss is waitin' at the big ranch house door
I can't help but missin' the daughters that I had
One went to Denver the other went bad
My young wife died in a poolroom fight
But I try to keep singin' from mornin' till night
Slow rider, slow rider, move on a little more
The sky boss is waitin' at the big ranch house door
Whenever I die, take my saddle from the wall
Strap it on Snuffy, lead him out of the stall
Throw me on his back and turn him toward the west
He knows how to take me to the spot I love best
Slow rider, slow rider, move on a little more
The sky boss is waitin' at the big ranch house door
Ride this train to any little trail in the West
You may find me riding alone late at night
My poor old horse don't understand why I ride at night and sleep in the daytime
Or why we ride in the bushes and hide every time I hear a noise
Well that's all I've done for months now running and hiding
You see my name is John Wesley Hardin
No I'm not proud of the name anymore
They say I've killed forty men
They tell a lot of different stories about me
Of course I guess I'm to blame for a lot of it
I killed the first time when I was fifteen to save my life, but then I had to do it again
Then every bum in the country that was fast with the gun started lookin' for me
They called me the fastest gun alive and I guess I was fast or I wouldn't be alive now
I got to where I couldn't walk down a street or in a saloon
Without some trigger-happy cowpoke
Wantin' to prove he could outdraw old John Wesley Hardin
Maybe I got a little bitter and didn't care whether I killed or not for a while
And I never quite forgot when the authorities in Huntsville prison
Dragged me up in the snow naked and horsewhipped me
Well that's why I'm ridin' at night
I want to go where no one has ever seen me
Where I won't even have to wear a gun
Maybe I can settle down in a quiet little town somewhere
Even get a job on the right side of the law, who knows
Maybe in a new town people will let me forget
[Song:]
I ride an old paint, he's on the weary side
And I'm a saddle tramp about to cross the great divide
Where there's grass in the coolies and water in the drawl
And a forty pound saddle won't make us both raw
Slow rider, slow rider, move on a little more
The sky boss is waitin' at the big ranch house door
I can't help but missin' the daughters that I had
One went to Denver the other went bad
My young wife died in a poolroom fight
But I try to keep singin' from mornin' till night
Slow rider, slow rider, move on a little more
The sky boss is waitin' at the big ranch house door
Whenever I die, take my saddle from the wall
Strap it on Snuffy, lead him out of the stall
Throw me on his back and turn him toward the west
He knows how to take me to the spot I love best
Slow rider, slow rider, move on a little more
The sky boss is waitin' at the big ranch house door
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Strange Love
Darlene Love
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Pete Andreoli
Phil Spector
Vincent Poncia Jr
YEAR
1964
(Sha, la, la, la, la, la, la, sha, la, la)
(Sha, la, la, la, la, la, la, sha, la, la)
You've got ways of loving I never saw
(Sha, la, la, la, la, la, la, sha, la, la)
Unlike any boys I've known before
(Sha, la, la, la, la, la, la, sha, la, la)
Yes, you've got a strange kind of love
And I can't take, can't take it no more
Don't want you hanging 'round my door
'Cause you've got a strange kind of love to me
When you're seen in places you shouldn't be
(Sha, la, la, la, la, la, la, sha, la, la)
You tell everyone you're looking for me
(Sha, la, la, la, la, la, la, sha, la, la)
Yes, you got a strange kind of love
And I can't take, can't take your lies
Don't want your silly alibis
'Cause you got a strange kind of love to me
And I can't take, can't take it no more
(No, no, no)
Don't want you hanging 'round my door
(No, no)
'Cause you've got a strange kind of love to me
(Sha, la, la, la, la, la, la, sha, la, la)
(Sha, la, la, la, la, la, la, sha, la, la)
(Sha, la, la, la, la, la, la, sha, la, la)
(Sha, la, la, la, la, la, la, sha, la, la)
[Fade]
(Sha, la, la, la, la, la, la, sha, la, la)
You've got ways of loving I never saw
(Sha, la, la, la, la, la, la, sha, la, la)
Unlike any boys I've known before
(Sha, la, la, la, la, la, la, sha, la, la)
Yes, you've got a strange kind of love
And I can't take, can't take it no more
Don't want you hanging 'round my door
'Cause you've got a strange kind of love to me
When you're seen in places you shouldn't be
(Sha, la, la, la, la, la, la, sha, la, la)
You tell everyone you're looking for me
(Sha, la, la, la, la, la, la, sha, la, la)
Yes, you got a strange kind of love
And I can't take, can't take your lies
Don't want your silly alibis
'Cause you got a strange kind of love to me
And I can't take, can't take it no more
(No, no, no)
Don't want you hanging 'round my door
(No, no)
'Cause you've got a strange kind of love to me
(Sha, la, la, la, la, la, la, sha, la, la)
(Sha, la, la, la, la, la, la, sha, la, la)
(Sha, la, la, la, la, la, la, sha, la, la)
(Sha, la, la, la, la, la, la, sha, la, la)
[Fade]
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Shake, Rattle And Roll
Sam Cooke
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Charles E Calhoun
THEMES
Body
Love
GENRES
Jazz
YEAR
1963
Get outta that bed, wash your face and hands
Get outta that bed, wash your face and hands
Well, you get in that kitchen, make some noise with the pots 'n pans
Way you wear those dresses, the sun comes shinin' through
Way you wear those dresses, the sun comes shinin' through
I can't believe my eyes, all that mess belongs to you
I believe to the soul you're the devil and now I know
I believe to the soul you're the devil and now I know
Well, the more I work, the faster my money goes
I said shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Well, you won't do right to save your doggone soul
I'm like a one-eyed cat peepin' in a seafood store
I'm like a one-eyed cat peepin' in a seafood store
Well I can look at you till you ain't no child no more
Ah, shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Well, you won't do right to save your doggone soul
I get over the hill and way down underneath
I get over the hill and way down underneath
You make me roll my eyes, even make me grit my teeth
I said shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Well, you won't do nothin' to save your doggone soul
Shake, rattle and roll!
Get outta that bed, wash your face and hands
Well, you get in that kitchen, make some noise with the pots 'n pans
Way you wear those dresses, the sun comes shinin' through
Way you wear those dresses, the sun comes shinin' through
I can't believe my eyes, all that mess belongs to you
I believe to the soul you're the devil and now I know
I believe to the soul you're the devil and now I know
Well, the more I work, the faster my money goes
I said shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Well, you won't do right to save your doggone soul
I'm like a one-eyed cat peepin' in a seafood store
I'm like a one-eyed cat peepin' in a seafood store
Well I can look at you till you ain't no child no more
Ah, shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Well, you won't do right to save your doggone soul
I get over the hill and way down underneath
I get over the hill and way down underneath
You make me roll my eyes, even make me grit my teeth
I said shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Well, you won't do nothin' to save your doggone soul
Shake, rattle and roll!
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So High
Elvis Presley
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Elvis Presley
THEMES
Body
Country/Nature
Sadness
GENRES
Blues
Jazz
YEAR
1966
Well, He's so high (so high you can't get over Him)
So wide (so wide you can't get around Him)
So low (so low you can't get under him)
Great God Almighty (you must come in at the door)
Oh well, He's high (so high you can't get over Him)
He's wide (so wide you can't get around Him)
So low (so low you can't get under him)
The mighty lamb (you must come in at the door)
Well I went down in the valley
You know I did over there ever stay
My soul got happy in the valley
You know I stayed right there all day
Well, He's high (so high you can't get over Him)
And he's wide (so wide you can't get around Him)
I know he's so low (so low you can't get under him)
The mighty lamb (you must come in at the door)
Well I ain't been to heaven but I'm, I'm told
The streets the streets are pearls
You know the mighty mighty
Mighty gates are gold
And He's high (so high you can't get over Him)
So wide (so wide you can't get around Him)
He's so low (so low you can't get under him)
The mighty lamb (you must come in at the door)
Well, He's high (so high you can't get over Him)
And he's wide (so wide you can't get around Him)
I know he's so low (so low you can't get under him)
The mighty lamb (you must come in at the door)
So wide (so wide you can't get around Him)
So low (so low you can't get under him)
Great God Almighty (you must come in at the door)
Oh well, He's high (so high you can't get over Him)
He's wide (so wide you can't get around Him)
So low (so low you can't get under him)
The mighty lamb (you must come in at the door)
Well I went down in the valley
You know I did over there ever stay
My soul got happy in the valley
You know I stayed right there all day
Well, He's high (so high you can't get over Him)
And he's wide (so wide you can't get around Him)
I know he's so low (so low you can't get under him)
The mighty lamb (you must come in at the door)
Well I ain't been to heaven but I'm, I'm told
The streets the streets are pearls
You know the mighty mighty
Mighty gates are gold
And He's high (so high you can't get over Him)
So wide (so wide you can't get around Him)
He's so low (so low you can't get under him)
The mighty lamb (you must come in at the door)
Well, He's high (so high you can't get over Him)
And he's wide (so wide you can't get around Him)
I know he's so low (so low you can't get under him)
The mighty lamb (you must come in at the door)
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Save The Last Dance For Me
Jimmy Justice
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Doc Pomus
Mort Shuman
THEMES
Body
Love
Time
Celebration
GENRES
R&B/Soul
YEAR
1963
You can dance ev'ry dance with the guy who gives you the eye, let him hold you tight
You can smile ev'ry smile for the man who held your hand 'neath the pale moonlight
But don't forget who's taking you home and in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin', save the last dance for me, mmmm
Oh, I know that the music's fine like sparkling wine go and have your fun
Laugh and sing but while we're apart don't give your heart to anyone
But don't forget who's taking you home and in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin', save the last dance for me, mmmm
Baby don't you know I love you so
Can't you feel it when we touch
I will never never let you go
I love you oh so much
You can dance go and carry on till the night is gone and it's time to go
If he asks if you're all alone can he take you home you must tell him no
'Cause don't forget who's taking you home and in whose arm's you're gonna be
So darlin save the last dance for me
'Cause don't forget who's taking you home and in whose arm's your gonna be
So darlin save the last dance for me, mmmm
Save the last dance for me, mmmm
Save the last dance for me
You can smile ev'ry smile for the man who held your hand 'neath the pale moonlight
But don't forget who's taking you home and in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin', save the last dance for me, mmmm
Oh, I know that the music's fine like sparkling wine go and have your fun
Laugh and sing but while we're apart don't give your heart to anyone
But don't forget who's taking you home and in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin', save the last dance for me, mmmm
Baby don't you know I love you so
Can't you feel it when we touch
I will never never let you go
I love you oh so much
You can dance go and carry on till the night is gone and it's time to go
If he asks if you're all alone can he take you home you must tell him no
'Cause don't forget who's taking you home and in whose arm's you're gonna be
So darlin save the last dance for me
'Cause don't forget who's taking you home and in whose arm's your gonna be
So darlin save the last dance for me, mmmm
Save the last dance for me, mmmm
Save the last dance for me
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Softly As In A Morning Sunrise
John Coltrane
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Oscar Hammerstein
Sigmund Romberg
YEAR
1962
Softly, as in a morning sunrise
The light of love comes stealing
Into a new born day -- oh
Flaming with all the glow of sunrise
A burning kiss is sealing
The vow that all betray
For the passions that thrill love
And lift you high to heaven
Are the passions that kill love
And let you fall to hell
So ends the story
Softly, as in an evening sunset
The light that gave you glory
Will take it all away
Love came to me
Gay and tender
Love came to me
Sweet surrender
Love came to me
In bright romantic splendour
Fickle was she
Faithful never
Fickle was she
And clever
So will it be, forever, forever
Softly, as in a morning sunrise
The light of love comes stealing
Into a new born day -- oh
Flaming with all the glow of sunrise
A burning kiss is sealing
The vow that all betray
For the passions that thrill love
And lift you high to heaven
Are the passions that kill love
And let you fall to hell
So ends the story
Softly, as in an evening sunset
The light that gave you glory
Will take it all away
The light of love comes stealing
Into a new born day -- oh
Flaming with all the glow of sunrise
A burning kiss is sealing
The vow that all betray
For the passions that thrill love
And lift you high to heaven
Are the passions that kill love
And let you fall to hell
So ends the story
Softly, as in an evening sunset
The light that gave you glory
Will take it all away
Love came to me
Gay and tender
Love came to me
Sweet surrender
Love came to me
In bright romantic splendour
Fickle was she
Faithful never
Fickle was she
And clever
So will it be, forever, forever
Softly, as in a morning sunrise
The light of love comes stealing
Into a new born day -- oh
Flaming with all the glow of sunrise
A burning kiss is sealing
The vow that all betray
For the passions that thrill love
And lift you high to heaven
Are the passions that kill love
And let you fall to hell
So ends the story
Softly, as in an evening sunset
The light that gave you glory
Will take it all away
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Shake, Rattle And Roll
Conway Twitty
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Charles E Calhoun
THEMES
Body
Love
GENRES
Jazz
YEAR
1960
Get outta that bed, wash your face and hands
Get outta that bed, wash your face and hands
Well, you get in that kitchen, make some noise with the pots 'n pans
Way you wear those dresses, the sun comes shinin' through
Way you wear those dresses, the sun comes shinin' through
I can't believe my eyes, all that mess belongs to you
I believe to the soul you're the devil and now I know
I believe to the soul you're the devil and now I know
Well, the more I work, the faster my money goes
I said shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Well, you won't do right to save your doggone soul
I'm like a one-eyed cat peepin' in a seafood store
I'm like a one-eyed cat peepin' in a seafood store
Well I can look at you till you ain't no child no more
Ah, shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Well, you won't do right to save your doggone soul
I get over the hill and way down underneath
I get over the hill and way down underneath
You make me roll my eyes, even make me grit my teeth
I said shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Well, you won't do nothin' to save your doggone soul
Shake, rattle and roll!
Get outta that bed, wash your face and hands
Well, you get in that kitchen, make some noise with the pots 'n pans
Way you wear those dresses, the sun comes shinin' through
Way you wear those dresses, the sun comes shinin' through
I can't believe my eyes, all that mess belongs to you
I believe to the soul you're the devil and now I know
I believe to the soul you're the devil and now I know
Well, the more I work, the faster my money goes
I said shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Well, you won't do right to save your doggone soul
I'm like a one-eyed cat peepin' in a seafood store
I'm like a one-eyed cat peepin' in a seafood store
Well I can look at you till you ain't no child no more
Ah, shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Well, you won't do right to save your doggone soul
I get over the hill and way down underneath
I get over the hill and way down underneath
You make me roll my eyes, even make me grit my teeth
I said shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Well, you won't do nothin' to save your doggone soul
Shake, rattle and roll!
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