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J J Sneed
Dolly Parton
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Dolly Parton
Dorothy Jo Hope
THEMES
Names
Memories/Nostalgia
Love
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
1970
At last I have caught up with you and you're a sight to see
Could this really be my outlaw lover J.J. Sneed
Could a woman with a painted face and pretty sweet disguise
Turn your heart against me with her evil cunning eyes, her evil cunning eyes
J.J. it's been you and me right from the very start
And every job we ever pulled, I'd always done my part
We agreed we'd stick together until the bitter end
And it was my understanding we were whole lots more than friends
A whole lot more than friends
And it was me that kept you on when nights were dark and cold
But I guess I didn't look like much in these old ragged clothes
But you said it didn't matter cause you love me that a' way
You said that no one else could ever steal your heart away
Steal your heart away
Do you recall the Union Bank we robbed in Franklin Town?
As we made our getaway the sheriff gunned you down
And I doctored up your bullet wounds and nursed you while you're sick
But now you have betrayed me, is that the thanks I get?
Is that the thanks I get?
Oh yeah J.J. I'm thinking now of how it all begun
Of all the times we've robbed and killed with our trustworthy gun
Why we stood off a possy once, J.J. just you and I
But now you have betrayed me and for that you're gonna die
Yeah for that you're gonna die
The good old days are over as we stand here in the rain
J.J. I'm gonna shoot you now, I hope you'll feel no pain
I hear hoof beats of the horses posse's on my trail
I guess I'll join you soon, but for now J.J., farewell
For now J.J., farewell
Could this really be my outlaw lover J.J. Sneed
Could a woman with a painted face and pretty sweet disguise
Turn your heart against me with her evil cunning eyes, her evil cunning eyes
J.J. it's been you and me right from the very start
And every job we ever pulled, I'd always done my part
We agreed we'd stick together until the bitter end
And it was my understanding we were whole lots more than friends
A whole lot more than friends
And it was me that kept you on when nights were dark and cold
But I guess I didn't look like much in these old ragged clothes
But you said it didn't matter cause you love me that a' way
You said that no one else could ever steal your heart away
Steal your heart away
Do you recall the Union Bank we robbed in Franklin Town?
As we made our getaway the sheriff gunned you down
And I doctored up your bullet wounds and nursed you while you're sick
But now you have betrayed me, is that the thanks I get?
Is that the thanks I get?
Oh yeah J.J. I'm thinking now of how it all begun
Of all the times we've robbed and killed with our trustworthy gun
Why we stood off a possy once, J.J. just you and I
But now you have betrayed me and for that you're gonna die
Yeah for that you're gonna die
The good old days are over as we stand here in the rain
J.J. I'm gonna shoot you now, I hope you'll feel no pain
I hear hoof beats of the horses posse's on my trail
I guess I'll join you soon, but for now J.J., farewell
For now J.J., farewell
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Jackie
"Jacques Brel Is Alive & Well & Living In Paris" (Original Off-Broadway Production)
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Gerard Jouannest
Jacques Brel
Mort Shuman
THEMES
Names
Food and Drink
Memories/Nostalgia
Dreams
Places
Novelty
Time
GENRES
Jazz
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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Jackie
Marc Almond
- 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
1991
[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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Jackie
Scott Walker
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Gerard Jouannest
Jacques Brel
Mort Shuman
THEMES
Names
Places
Novelty
Memories/Nostalgia
Dreams
Time
Food and Drink
GENRES
Pop
Children/Novelty
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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Jackie
The Divine Comedy
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Gerard Jouannest
Jacques Brel
Mort Shuman
THEMES
Names
Memories/Nostalgia
Dreams
Places
Novelty
Food and Drink
Time
GENRES
Pop
Folk
YEAR
1999
[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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Jeannie's Afraid Of The Dark
Porter Wagoner & Dolly Parton
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Dolly Parton
THEMES
Baby/Children
Names
Memories/Nostalgia
Time
Sadness
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
1968
Her two little feet would come running into our bedroom almost every night
Her soft little face would be wet from her tears
And her little heart pounding with fright
She'd hold out her arm then she'd climb in beside us
In a small voice we'd hear her remark
Mommie and Daddy can I sleep here with you
'Cause Jeannie's afraid of the dark
One day in the summer we took some flowers
To place on some old family grave
Jeannie said Mommie ain't it dark in the ground
Oh Daddy I'd be so afraid
Then she looked up at her Daddy and me
And said something that broke both our hearts
She said when I die please don't bury me
'Cause Jeannie's afraid of the dark
Jeannie was always afraid of the dark And we never could understand why
'Cause we looked after Jeannie with the very best of care
Because Jeannie was our only child
Perhaps it was death that she was so afraid of
'Cause it took her one dark stormy night
I think we always knew that we'd never see Jeannie grown
'Cause it seemed that she was destined to die
But on Jeannie's grave we've placed an eternal flame
That glows and never loses its spark
And on the darkest night, there's always a light
'Cause Jeannie's afraid of the dark
Our Jeannie's afraid of the dark
Her soft little face would be wet from her tears
And her little heart pounding with fright
She'd hold out her arm then she'd climb in beside us
In a small voice we'd hear her remark
Mommie and Daddy can I sleep here with you
'Cause Jeannie's afraid of the dark
One day in the summer we took some flowers
To place on some old family grave
Jeannie said Mommie ain't it dark in the ground
Oh Daddy I'd be so afraid
Then she looked up at her Daddy and me
And said something that broke both our hearts
She said when I die please don't bury me
'Cause Jeannie's afraid of the dark
Jeannie was always afraid of the dark And we never could understand why
'Cause we looked after Jeannie with the very best of care
Because Jeannie was our only child
Perhaps it was death that she was so afraid of
'Cause it took her one dark stormy night
I think we always knew that we'd never see Jeannie grown
'Cause it seemed that she was destined to die
But on Jeannie's grave we've placed an eternal flame
That glows and never loses its spark
And on the darkest night, there's always a light
'Cause Jeannie's afraid of the dark
Our Jeannie's afraid of the dark
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Jive
Bobby Darin
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Bobby Darin
THEMES
Memories/Nostalgia
Happiness
Time
GENRES
Folk
YEAR
1969
Starin' at the sun
Been stoned since half past none
Jive's alive from nine to five my main man
I got my paper rolled
I slowed down growin' old
Jive's alive from nine to five my main man
I got a cloudy-day woman to make my bed and cook for me
When I'm gone a year too long she knows not to look for me
Cause I'll be back when evenin' comes
Sleepin' through them crashin' drums
Jive's alive from nine to five my main man
I got a cloudy-day woman to make my bed and cook for me
And when I'm gone a year too long she knows not to look for me
Cause I'll be back when evenin' comes
Sleepin' through them crashin' drums
Jive's alive from nine to five my main man
Jive's alive from nine to five my main man
Oh, an-nine to five is so much jive my main man
Jive's alive from nine to five my main man
Been stoned since half past none
Jive's alive from nine to five my main man
I got my paper rolled
I slowed down growin' old
Jive's alive from nine to five my main man
I got a cloudy-day woman to make my bed and cook for me
When I'm gone a year too long she knows not to look for me
Cause I'll be back when evenin' comes
Sleepin' through them crashin' drums
Jive's alive from nine to five my main man
I got a cloudy-day woman to make my bed and cook for me
And when I'm gone a year too long she knows not to look for me
Cause I'll be back when evenin' comes
Sleepin' through them crashin' drums
Jive's alive from nine to five my main man
Jive's alive from nine to five my main man
Oh, an-nine to five is so much jive my main man
Jive's alive from nine to five my main man
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Johnny Is Gone For A Soldier
"Sharpe" (Original Music)
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Barry Coope
Roger Wilson
THEMES
Names
Sadness
Memories/Nostalgia
GENRES
Folk
YEAR
1996
Here I sit on Butternut Hill
Who would blame me, cry my fill
And every tear would turn a mill
Johnny is gone for a soldier
Shule, shule, shule agrah
His nets and creel are laid away
Till he comes back I'll rue the day
Johnny is gone for a soldier
With fife's and drums he marched away
War dost came he couldn't stay
Till he comes back I'll rue the day
Johnny's gone for a soldier
Shule, shule, shule agrah
His nets and creel are laid away
Till he comes back I'll rue the day
Johnny is gone for a soldier
I'll sell me ruck, I'll sell me reel
I'll even sell my spinning wheel
Buy my love a coat of steel
Johnny is gone for a soldier
Shule, shule, shule agrah
His nets and creel are laid away
Till he comes back I'll rue the day
Johnny is gone for a soldier
Who would blame me, cry my fill
And every tear would turn a mill
Johnny is gone for a soldier
Shule, shule, shule agrah
His nets and creel are laid away
Till he comes back I'll rue the day
Johnny is gone for a soldier
With fife's and drums he marched away
War dost came he couldn't stay
Till he comes back I'll rue the day
Johnny's gone for a soldier
Shule, shule, shule agrah
His nets and creel are laid away
Till he comes back I'll rue the day
Johnny is gone for a soldier
I'll sell me ruck, I'll sell me reel
I'll even sell my spinning wheel
Buy my love a coat of steel
Johnny is gone for a soldier
Shule, shule, shule agrah
His nets and creel are laid away
Till he comes back I'll rue the day
Johnny is gone for a soldier
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Johnny Reb
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Merle Kilgore
THEMES
Memories/Nostalgia
Inspirational
Places
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
1965
[Spoken:]
Just like Mr. Greeley suggested
Back in the 1860s many young men went west
But they went with their pistols cocked
It seemed the only way to escape the horrors of war
But sometimes the horrors
Were even worst then the west
Back on the front, the losers
Johnny Reb they called him, fought all the way
[Song:]
Okay Johnny Reb, you can sound down the flag now
It's all over
Yeah you fought all the way Johnny Reb, Johnny Reb
You fought all the way, Johnny Reb
I saw you a marchin' with Robert E. Lee
You held your head high tryin' to win the victory
You fought for your folks but you didn't die in vain
And even though you lost they speak highly of your name
You fought all the way Johnny Reb, Johnny Reb
You fought all the way, Johnny Reb
I heard your teeth chatter from the cold outside
Saw the bullets open up the wounds in your side
Saw the young boys when they began to fall
There were tears in your eyes but you couldn't help at all
You fought all the way Johnny Reb, Johnny Reb
Yeah, you fought all the way, Johnny Reb
I saw General Lee raise a sabre in his hand
Heard the cannons roar as you made your last stand
You marched into battle with the Grey and the Red
When the smoke cleared away it took days to count the dead
Cause you fought all the way Johnny Reb, Johnny Reb
You fought all the way, Johnny Reb
And when President Lincoln heard the news of your fall
Everyone said there'd be a victory ball
But he asked the band if they would play "Dixie"
For you Johnny Reb and for what you believed
Cause you fought all the way Johnny Reb, Johnny Reb
You fought all the way, Johnny Reb
Yeah, you fought all the way Johnny Reb, Johnny Reb
You fought all the way, Johnny Reb
Just like Mr. Greeley suggested
Back in the 1860s many young men went west
But they went with their pistols cocked
It seemed the only way to escape the horrors of war
But sometimes the horrors
Were even worst then the west
Back on the front, the losers
Johnny Reb they called him, fought all the way
[Song:]
Okay Johnny Reb, you can sound down the flag now
It's all over
Yeah you fought all the way Johnny Reb, Johnny Reb
You fought all the way, Johnny Reb
I saw you a marchin' with Robert E. Lee
You held your head high tryin' to win the victory
You fought for your folks but you didn't die in vain
And even though you lost they speak highly of your name
You fought all the way Johnny Reb, Johnny Reb
You fought all the way, Johnny Reb
I heard your teeth chatter from the cold outside
Saw the bullets open up the wounds in your side
Saw the young boys when they began to fall
There were tears in your eyes but you couldn't help at all
You fought all the way Johnny Reb, Johnny Reb
Yeah, you fought all the way, Johnny Reb
I saw General Lee raise a sabre in his hand
Heard the cannons roar as you made your last stand
You marched into battle with the Grey and the Red
When the smoke cleared away it took days to count the dead
Cause you fought all the way Johnny Reb, Johnny Reb
You fought all the way, Johnny Reb
And when President Lincoln heard the news of your fall
Everyone said there'd be a victory ball
But he asked the band if they would play "Dixie"
For you Johnny Reb and for what you believed
Cause you fought all the way Johnny Reb, Johnny Reb
You fought all the way, Johnny Reb
Yeah, you fought all the way Johnny Reb, Johnny Reb
You fought all the way, Johnny Reb
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Just Friends
Frank Sinatra
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
John Klenner
Sam Lewis
THEMES
Love
Memories/Nostalgia
GENRES
Easy Listening
Jazz
YEAR
1959
[Original]
Just friends, lovers no more
Just friends, but not like before
To think of what we've been, and not to kiss again
Seems like pretending, it isn't the ending
Two friends, drifting apart
Two friends, and one broken heart
We loved, we laughed, we cried, and suddenly love died
The story ends, and we're just friends
We two were sweethearts
But we said goodbye
One with a handshake
And one with a sigh
We two were sweethearts
By a sacred vow
What are we now?
What are we now?
Why we're just friends, we're not lovers anymore
We're just friends, but not like before
Just to think of what we've been, and not to kiss again
Why it just is like we're pretending, oh baby don't tell me its the ending
Of two good friends, drifting apart
Just two good friends, and one broken heart
We loved and we laughed and we cried
and then suddenly love died
Now the story ends, and we're just friends
Just friends, lovers no more
Just friends, but not like before
To think of what we've been, and not to kiss again
Seems like pretending, it isn't the ending
Two friends, drifting apart
Two friends, and one broken heart
We loved, we laughed, we cried, and suddenly love died
The story ends, and we're just friends
We two were sweethearts
But we said goodbye
One with a handshake
And one with a sigh
We two were sweethearts
By a sacred vow
What are we now?
What are we now?
Why we're just friends, we're not lovers anymore
We're just friends, but not like before
Just to think of what we've been, and not to kiss again
Why it just is like we're pretending, oh baby don't tell me its the ending
Of two good friends, drifting apart
Just two good friends, and one broken heart
We loved and we laughed and we cried
and then suddenly love died
Now the story ends, and we're just friends
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Just Friends
Sarah Vaughan
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
John Klenner
Sam Lewis
THEMES
Memories/Nostalgia
Love
GENRES
Jazz
YEAR
1949
[Original]
Just friends, lovers no more
Just friends, but not like before
To think of what we've been, and not to kiss again
Seems like pretending, it isn't the ending
Two friends, drifting apart
Two friends, and one broken heart
We loved, we laughed, we cried, and suddenly love died
The story ends, and we're just friends
We two were sweethearts
But we said goodbye
One with a handshake
And one with a sigh
We two were sweethearts
By a sacred vow
What are we now?
What are we now?
Why we're just friends, we're not lovers anymore
We're just friends, but not like before
Just to think of what we've been, and not to kiss again
Why it just is like we're pretending, oh baby don't tell me its the ending
Of two good friends, drifting apart
Just two good friends, and one broken heart
We loved and we laughed and we cried
and then suddenly love died
Now the story ends, and we're just friends
Just friends, lovers no more
Just friends, but not like before
To think of what we've been, and not to kiss again
Seems like pretending, it isn't the ending
Two friends, drifting apart
Two friends, and one broken heart
We loved, we laughed, we cried, and suddenly love died
The story ends, and we're just friends
We two were sweethearts
But we said goodbye
One with a handshake
And one with a sigh
We two were sweethearts
By a sacred vow
What are we now?
What are we now?
Why we're just friends, we're not lovers anymore
We're just friends, but not like before
Just to think of what we've been, and not to kiss again
Why it just is like we're pretending, oh baby don't tell me its the ending
Of two good friends, drifting apart
Just two good friends, and one broken heart
We loved and we laughed and we cried
and then suddenly love died
Now the story ends, and we're just friends
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Just Friends
Tony Bennett
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
John Klenner
Sam Lewis
THEMES
Memories/Nostalgia
Love
GENRES
Jazz
YEAR
1961
[Original]
Just friends, lovers no more
Just friends, but not like before
To think of what we've been, and not to kiss again
Seems like pretending, it isn't the ending
Two friends, drifting apart
Two friends, and one broken heart
We loved, we laughed, we cried, and suddenly love died
The story ends, and we're just friends
We two were sweethearts
But we said goodbye
One with a handshake
And one with a sigh
We two were sweethearts
By a sacred vow
What are we now?
What are we now?
Why we're just friends, we're not lovers anymore
We're just friends, but not like before
Just to think of what we've been, and not to kiss again
Why it just is like we're pretending, oh baby don't tell me its the ending
Of two good friends, drifting apart
Just two good friends, and one broken heart
We loved and we laughed and we cried
and then suddenly love died
Now the story ends, and we're just friends
Just friends, lovers no more
Just friends, but not like before
To think of what we've been, and not to kiss again
Seems like pretending, it isn't the ending
Two friends, drifting apart
Two friends, and one broken heart
We loved, we laughed, we cried, and suddenly love died
The story ends, and we're just friends
We two were sweethearts
But we said goodbye
One with a handshake
And one with a sigh
We two were sweethearts
By a sacred vow
What are we now?
What are we now?
Why we're just friends, we're not lovers anymore
We're just friends, but not like before
Just to think of what we've been, and not to kiss again
Why it just is like we're pretending, oh baby don't tell me its the ending
Of two good friends, drifting apart
Just two good friends, and one broken heart
We loved and we laughed and we cried
and then suddenly love died
Now the story ends, and we're just friends
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Just Friends
Red McKenzie
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
John Klenner
Sam Lewis
THEMES
Memories/Nostalgia
Love
GENRES
Jazz
Vintage
YEAR
1931
[Original]
Just friends, lovers no more
Just friends, but not like before
To think of what we've been, and not to kiss again
Seems like pretending, it isn't the ending
Two friends, drifting apart
Two friends, and one broken heart
We loved, we laughed, we cried, and suddenly love died
The story ends, and we're just friends
We two were sweethearts
But we said goodbye
One with a handshake
And one with a sigh
We two were sweethearts
By a sacred vow
What are we now?
What are we now?
Why we're just friends, we're not lovers anymore
We're just friends, but not like before
Just to think of what we've been, and not to kiss again
Why it just is like we're pretending, oh baby don't tell me its the ending
Of two good friends, drifting apart
Just two good friends, and one broken heart
We loved and we laughed and we cried
and then suddenly love died
Now the story ends, and we're just friends
Just friends, lovers no more
Just friends, but not like before
To think of what we've been, and not to kiss again
Seems like pretending, it isn't the ending
Two friends, drifting apart
Two friends, and one broken heart
We loved, we laughed, we cried, and suddenly love died
The story ends, and we're just friends
We two were sweethearts
But we said goodbye
One with a handshake
And one with a sigh
We two were sweethearts
By a sacred vow
What are we now?
What are we now?
Why we're just friends, we're not lovers anymore
We're just friends, but not like before
Just to think of what we've been, and not to kiss again
Why it just is like we're pretending, oh baby don't tell me its the ending
Of two good friends, drifting apart
Just two good friends, and one broken heart
We loved and we laughed and we cried
and then suddenly love died
Now the story ends, and we're just friends
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Just Friends
Russ Columbo
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
John Klenner
Sam Lewis
THEMES
Memories/Nostalgia
Love
GENRES
Vintage
YEAR
1932
[Original]
Just friends, lovers no more
Just friends, but not like before
To think of what we've been, and not to kiss again
Seems like pretending, it isn't the ending
Two friends, drifting apart
Two friends, and one broken heart
We loved, we laughed, we cried, and suddenly love died
The story ends, and we're just friends
We two were sweethearts
But we said goodbye
One with a handshake
And one with a sigh
We two were sweethearts
By a sacred vow
What are we now?
What are we now?
Why we're just friends, we're not lovers anymore
We're just friends, but not like before
Just to think of what we've been, and not to kiss again
Why it just is like we're pretending, oh baby don't tell me its the ending
Of two good friends, drifting apart
Just two good friends, and one broken heart
We loved and we laughed and we cried
and then suddenly love died
Now the story ends, and we're just friends
Just friends, lovers no more
Just friends, but not like before
To think of what we've been, and not to kiss again
Seems like pretending, it isn't the ending
Two friends, drifting apart
Two friends, and one broken heart
We loved, we laughed, we cried, and suddenly love died
The story ends, and we're just friends
We two were sweethearts
But we said goodbye
One with a handshake
And one with a sigh
We two were sweethearts
By a sacred vow
What are we now?
What are we now?
Why we're just friends, we're not lovers anymore
We're just friends, but not like before
Just to think of what we've been, and not to kiss again
Why it just is like we're pretending, oh baby don't tell me its the ending
Of two good friends, drifting apart
Just two good friends, and one broken heart
We loved and we laughed and we cried
and then suddenly love died
Now the story ends, and we're just friends
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Just Friends
Chet Baker
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
John Klenner
Sam Lewis
THEMES
Memories/Nostalgia
Love
GENRES
Jazz
YEAR
1955
[Original]
Just friends, lovers no more
Just friends, but not like before
To think of what we've been, and not to kiss again
Seems like pretending, it isn't the ending
Two friends, drifting apart
Two friends, and one broken heart
We loved, we laughed, we cried, and suddenly love died
The story ends, and we're just friends
We two were sweethearts
But we said goodbye
One with a handshake
And one with a sigh
We two were sweethearts
By a sacred vow
What are we now?
What are we now?
Why we're just friends, we're not lovers anymore
We're just friends, but not like before
Just to think of what we've been, and not to kiss again
Why it just is like we're pretending, oh baby don't tell me its the ending
Of two good friends, drifting apart
Just two good friends, and one broken heart
We loved and we laughed and we cried
and then suddenly love died
Now the story ends, and we're just friends
Just friends, lovers no more
Just friends, but not like before
To think of what we've been, and not to kiss again
Seems like pretending, it isn't the ending
Two friends, drifting apart
Two friends, and one broken heart
We loved, we laughed, we cried, and suddenly love died
The story ends, and we're just friends
We two were sweethearts
But we said goodbye
One with a handshake
And one with a sigh
We two were sweethearts
By a sacred vow
What are we now?
What are we now?
Why we're just friends, we're not lovers anymore
We're just friends, but not like before
Just to think of what we've been, and not to kiss again
Why it just is like we're pretending, oh baby don't tell me its the ending
Of two good friends, drifting apart
Just two good friends, and one broken heart
We loved and we laughed and we cried
and then suddenly love died
Now the story ends, and we're just friends
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Just Friends
Billie Holiday
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
John Klenner
Sam Lewis
THEMES
Memories/Nostalgia
Love
GENRES
Jazz
YEAR
1945
[Original]
Just friends, lovers no more
Just friends, but not like before
To think of what we've been, and not to kiss again
Seems like pretending, it isn't the ending
Two friends, drifting apart
Two friends, and one broken heart
We loved, we laughed, we cried, and suddenly love died
The story ends, and we're just friends
We two were sweethearts
But we said goodbye
One with a handshake
And one with a sigh
We two were sweethearts
By a sacred vow
What are we now?
What are we now?
Why we're just friends, we're not lovers anymore
We're just friends, but not like before
Just to think of what we've been, and not to kiss again
Why it just is like we're pretending, oh baby don't tell me its the ending
Of two good friends, drifting apart
Just two good friends, and one broken heart
We loved and we laughed and we cried
and then suddenly love died
Now the story ends, and we're just friends
Just friends, lovers no more
Just friends, but not like before
To think of what we've been, and not to kiss again
Seems like pretending, it isn't the ending
Two friends, drifting apart
Two friends, and one broken heart
We loved, we laughed, we cried, and suddenly love died
The story ends, and we're just friends
We two were sweethearts
But we said goodbye
One with a handshake
And one with a sigh
We two were sweethearts
By a sacred vow
What are we now?
What are we now?
Why we're just friends, we're not lovers anymore
We're just friends, but not like before
Just to think of what we've been, and not to kiss again
Why it just is like we're pretending, oh baby don't tell me its the ending
Of two good friends, drifting apart
Just two good friends, and one broken heart
We loved and we laughed and we cried
and then suddenly love died
Now the story ends, and we're just friends
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Just Friends
Greta Keller
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
John Klenner
Sam Lewis
THEMES
Memories/Nostalgia
Love
GENRES
Vintage
YEAR
1932
[Original]
Just friends, lovers no more
Just friends, but not like before
To think of what we've been, and not to kiss again
Seems like pretending, it isn't the ending
Two friends, drifting apart
Two friends, and one broken heart
We loved, we laughed, we cried, and suddenly love died
The story ends, and we're just friends
We two were sweethearts
But we said goodbye
One with a handshake
And one with a sigh
We two were sweethearts
By a sacred vow
What are we now?
What are we now?
Why we're just friends, we're not lovers anymore
We're just friends, but not like before
Just to think of what we've been, and not to kiss again
Why it just is like we're pretending, oh baby don't tell me its the ending
Of two good friends, drifting apart
Just two good friends, and one broken heart
We loved and we laughed and we cried
and then suddenly love died
Now the story ends, and we're just friends
Just friends, lovers no more
Just friends, but not like before
To think of what we've been, and not to kiss again
Seems like pretending, it isn't the ending
Two friends, drifting apart
Two friends, and one broken heart
We loved, we laughed, we cried, and suddenly love died
The story ends, and we're just friends
We two were sweethearts
But we said goodbye
One with a handshake
And one with a sigh
We two were sweethearts
By a sacred vow
What are we now?
What are we now?
Why we're just friends, we're not lovers anymore
We're just friends, but not like before
Just to think of what we've been, and not to kiss again
Why it just is like we're pretending, oh baby don't tell me its the ending
Of two good friends, drifting apart
Just two good friends, and one broken heart
We loved and we laughed and we cried
and then suddenly love died
Now the story ends, and we're just friends
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