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Hesitation Blues
Janis Joplin
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Reverend Gary Davis
THEMES
Food and Drink
Country/Nature
Clothing/Apparel
Money
Animals
GENRES
Blues
YEAR
1993
Well, a nickel is a nickel, a dime is a dime
I need a new man, Lord I know I won't mind
How long, dear do I have to wait?
Can I get you now, dear must I hesitate?
Well now, eagle on the dollar says "In God we trust"
You say you won't obey me, you wanna see the dollar first
How long dear, do I have to wait?
Can I get you now dear, must I hesitate?
Lord, if the river was made of whisky I was a duck
I'd just swim to the bottom and I'd never come up
How long dear do I have to wait?
Why can I get you now, dear must I hesitate?
Now there's rocks down in the ocean and there's fish in the sea
I know you mean the whole world to me
How long dear must I have to wait?
Can I get you now, dear must I hesitate?
I got them hesitation stockings, I got them hesitation shoes
Lord knows I got them hesitation blues
Tell me, how long do I have to wait?
Why can I get you now, dear must I hesitate?
Yeah!
I need a new man, Lord I know I won't mind
How long, dear do I have to wait?
Can I get you now, dear must I hesitate?
Well now, eagle on the dollar says "In God we trust"
You say you won't obey me, you wanna see the dollar first
How long dear, do I have to wait?
Can I get you now dear, must I hesitate?
Lord, if the river was made of whisky I was a duck
I'd just swim to the bottom and I'd never come up
How long dear do I have to wait?
Why can I get you now, dear must I hesitate?
Now there's rocks down in the ocean and there's fish in the sea
I know you mean the whole world to me
How long dear must I have to wait?
Can I get you now, dear must I hesitate?
I got them hesitation stockings, I got them hesitation shoes
Lord knows I got them hesitation blues
Tell me, how long do I have to wait?
Why can I get you now, dear must I hesitate?
Yeah!
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Hesitation Blues
Doc Watson
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Reverend Gary Davis
THEMES
Food and Drink
Country/Nature
Clothing/Apparel
Money
Animals
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
1984
Well, a nickel is a nickel, a dime is a dime
I need a new man, Lord I know I won't mind
How long, dear do I have to wait?
Can I get you now, dear must I hesitate?
Well now, eagle on the dollar says "In God we trust"
You say you won't obey me, you wanna see the dollar first
How long dear, do I have to wait?
Can I get you now dear, must I hesitate?
Lord, if the river was made of whisky I was a duck
I'd just swim to the bottom and I'd never come up
How long dear do I have to wait?
Why can I get you now, dear must I hesitate?
Now there's rocks down in the ocean and there's fish in the sea
I know you mean the whole world to me
How long dear must I have to wait?
Can I get you now, dear must I hesitate?
I got them hesitation stockings, I got them hesitation shoes
Lord knows I got them hesitation blues
Tell me, how long do I have to wait?
Why can I get you now, dear must I hesitate?
Yeah!
I need a new man, Lord I know I won't mind
How long, dear do I have to wait?
Can I get you now, dear must I hesitate?
Well now, eagle on the dollar says "In God we trust"
You say you won't obey me, you wanna see the dollar first
How long dear, do I have to wait?
Can I get you now dear, must I hesitate?
Lord, if the river was made of whisky I was a duck
I'd just swim to the bottom and I'd never come up
How long dear do I have to wait?
Why can I get you now, dear must I hesitate?
Now there's rocks down in the ocean and there's fish in the sea
I know you mean the whole world to me
How long dear must I have to wait?
Can I get you now, dear must I hesitate?
I got them hesitation stockings, I got them hesitation shoes
Lord knows I got them hesitation blues
Tell me, how long do I have to wait?
Why can I get you now, dear must I hesitate?
Yeah!
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Hey Doll Baby
The Everly Brothers
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Titus Turner
THEMES
Baby/Children
Love
Clothing/Apparel
GENRES
Rock 'n' Roll
Rock
YEAR
1958
Hey doll baby,
Can we have a little talk together?
I wanna tell you all about my troubles.
Whatcha been doin' since your man's been gone?
Show me how you feel since your man's back home,
Hey doll baby, listen to me.
Hey doll baby,
There's a coat hanging in my closet,
Can't remember when I bought it.
Tell me that your brother was a-here today,
Don't wanna take it no other way.
Hey doll baby, listen to me.
BRIDGE
Well, I'm the man that made you,
That's why I'll never trade you.
You walk around here looking so fine,
Just about makes me lose my mind.
Hey doll baby,
Make up your mind for love's sake.
I ain't a-got no time for mistakes.
I'm gonna roll back the rug and nail up the door,
Ain't a-gonna leave you never no more,
Hey doll baby, listen to me.
Hey doll baby, hey doll baby.
INSTRUMENTAL (8 COUNTS)
Hey doll baby, listen to me.
REPEAT FROM BRIDGE
Can we have a little talk together?
I wanna tell you all about my troubles.
Whatcha been doin' since your man's been gone?
Show me how you feel since your man's back home,
Hey doll baby, listen to me.
Hey doll baby,
There's a coat hanging in my closet,
Can't remember when I bought it.
Tell me that your brother was a-here today,
Don't wanna take it no other way.
Hey doll baby, listen to me.
BRIDGE
Well, I'm the man that made you,
That's why I'll never trade you.
You walk around here looking so fine,
Just about makes me lose my mind.
Hey doll baby,
Make up your mind for love's sake.
I ain't a-got no time for mistakes.
I'm gonna roll back the rug and nail up the door,
Ain't a-gonna leave you never no more,
Hey doll baby, listen to me.
Hey doll baby, hey doll baby.
INSTRUMENTAL (8 COUNTS)
Hey doll baby, listen to me.
REPEAT FROM BRIDGE
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High Class Baby
Cliff Richard & The Shadows
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Ian Samwell
THEMES
Food and Drink
Love
Clothing/Apparel
Baby/Children
Money
GENRES
Rock 'n' Roll
YEAR
1958
Bye, bye, baby doll, I find you too high class
I bought myself a ticket, but you won't let me pass
This pink champagne and caviar are all very grand
But I prefer just rocking to a rock 'n' roll band
You find a joint that's a hoppin' and a cat that's a boppin'
There'll be no stoppin' me, wait and see
A lotta things I gotta do, go put on my dancing shoe
Honey, I soon lose the blues, bye bye, my baby
High Class Baby
High Class Baby
High Class Baby
High Class Baby
Well, go and find a rich man, put your arms around him
Tell him that you love him and go out and drown him
May be with you're riches, you'll find true happiness
But I'll stay here a-rocking,
Because it's what I love the best
In a joint that's a hoppin' and a cat that's a boppin'
There'll be no stoppin' me, wait and see
A lotta things I gotta do, go put on my dancing shoe
Honey, I soon lose the blues, bye bye, my baby
High Class Baby
High Class Baby
High Class Baby
High Class Baby
High Class Baby
High Class Baby
High Class Baby
High Class Baby
Bye, bye, bye, bye, baby doll, I find you too high class
I bought myself a ticket, but you won't let me pass
This pink champagne and caviar are all very grand
But I prefer just rocking to a rock 'n' roll band
You find a joint that's a hoppin' and a cat that's a boppin'
There'll be no stoppin' me, wait and see
A lotta things I gotta do, go put on my dancing shoe
Honey, I soon lose the blues, bye bye, my baby
High Class Baby
High Class Baby
High Class Baby
High Class Baby
You've got sable mink and a Cadillac
Believe me honey, you're taking things too far
You can't find a true love with a sack of gold
Come on and love me, little honey, before you grow too old
In a joint that's a hoppin' and a cat that's a boppin'
There'll be no stoppin' me, wait and see
A lotta things I gotta do, go put on my dancing shoes
Honey, I soon lose the blues, wait until you hear the news
You're still my own true, my very own true
You're still my high class baby
(High class baby, high class baby) Baby, you're so high class
(High class baby, high class baby) Don't be mean to me, baby
(High class baby, high class baby) Baby, you're so high class
(High class baby, high class baby) Don't be mean, baby
I bought myself a ticket, but you won't let me pass
This pink champagne and caviar are all very grand
But I prefer just rocking to a rock 'n' roll band
You find a joint that's a hoppin' and a cat that's a boppin'
There'll be no stoppin' me, wait and see
A lotta things I gotta do, go put on my dancing shoe
Honey, I soon lose the blues, bye bye, my baby
High Class Baby
High Class Baby
High Class Baby
High Class Baby
Well, go and find a rich man, put your arms around him
Tell him that you love him and go out and drown him
May be with you're riches, you'll find true happiness
But I'll stay here a-rocking,
Because it's what I love the best
In a joint that's a hoppin' and a cat that's a boppin'
There'll be no stoppin' me, wait and see
A lotta things I gotta do, go put on my dancing shoe
Honey, I soon lose the blues, bye bye, my baby
High Class Baby
High Class Baby
High Class Baby
High Class Baby
High Class Baby
High Class Baby
High Class Baby
High Class Baby
Bye, bye, bye, bye, baby doll, I find you too high class
I bought myself a ticket, but you won't let me pass
This pink champagne and caviar are all very grand
But I prefer just rocking to a rock 'n' roll band
You find a joint that's a hoppin' and a cat that's a boppin'
There'll be no stoppin' me, wait and see
A lotta things I gotta do, go put on my dancing shoe
Honey, I soon lose the blues, bye bye, my baby
High Class Baby
High Class Baby
High Class Baby
High Class Baby
You've got sable mink and a Cadillac
Believe me honey, you're taking things too far
You can't find a true love with a sack of gold
Come on and love me, little honey, before you grow too old
In a joint that's a hoppin' and a cat that's a boppin'
There'll be no stoppin' me, wait and see
A lotta things I gotta do, go put on my dancing shoes
Honey, I soon lose the blues, wait until you hear the news
You're still my own true, my very own true
You're still my high class baby
(High class baby, high class baby) Baby, you're so high class
(High class baby, high class baby) Don't be mean to me, baby
(High class baby, high class baby) Baby, you're so high class
(High class baby, high class baby) Don't be mean, baby
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Holiday In Waikiki
The Kinks
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Ray Davies
THEMES
Food and Drink
Places
Clothing/Apparel
Happiness
Country/Nature
GENRES
Rock
Pop
YEAR
1966
I won a competition in a little column in my local paper.
So I packed my bags and flew across the sea all on my local paper.
I sailed to Hawaii in the U.S.A.
I'm just an English boy who won a holiday in Waikiki.
I didn't realize it was commercialized when I unpacked my cases,
Because a genuine Hawaii ukulele cost me 30 guineas,
And even when I'm swimming I have to pay.
I'm just an English boy who won a holiday in Waikiki.
Oh yeah, yeah.
Across the coral sands I saw a hula hula dancer, looking pretty.
I asked her where she came from and she said to me,
"I come from New York City,
And my mother is Italian,
And my dad's a Greek."
I'm just an English boy who won a holiday in Waikiki.
It's a hooka hooka on the shiny briny on a wake a hola[?],
And in a little shack they had a little sign that said Coca Cola,
And even all the grass skirts were PVC.
I'm just an English boy who won a holiday in Waikiki.
Oh yeah, yeah.
In Waikiki
In Waikiki
So I packed my bags and flew across the sea all on my local paper.
I sailed to Hawaii in the U.S.A.
I'm just an English boy who won a holiday in Waikiki.
I didn't realize it was commercialized when I unpacked my cases,
Because a genuine Hawaii ukulele cost me 30 guineas,
And even when I'm swimming I have to pay.
I'm just an English boy who won a holiday in Waikiki.
Oh yeah, yeah.
Across the coral sands I saw a hula hula dancer, looking pretty.
I asked her where she came from and she said to me,
"I come from New York City,
And my mother is Italian,
And my dad's a Greek."
I'm just an English boy who won a holiday in Waikiki.
It's a hooka hooka on the shiny briny on a wake a hola[?],
And in a little shack they had a little sign that said Coca Cola,
And even all the grass skirts were PVC.
I'm just an English boy who won a holiday in Waikiki.
Oh yeah, yeah.
In Waikiki
In Waikiki
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Home Is Where The Hatred Is
Gil Scott-Heron
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Gil Scott-Heron
THEMES
Body
Dreams
Time
Clothing/Apparel
GENRES
R&B/Soul
YEAR
1971
A junkie walking through the twilight
I'm on my way home
I left three days ago
But no one seems to know I'm gone
Home is where the hatred is
Home is filled with pain
And it might not be such a bad idea if I never
Never went home again
Stand as far away from me as you can
And ask me why
Hang on to your rosary beads
Close your eyes to watch me die
You keep sayin' "kick it, quit it, kick it, quit it"
But did you ever try?
To turn your sick song inside out
So that the world
So that the world
Can watch you die
Home is where I live inside
My white powder dreams
Home was once an empty vacuum
That's filled now with my silent screams
Home is where the needle marks
Try to hear my broken heart
And it might not be such a bad idea if I never
If I never went home again
Home again
Home again
Home again
Kick it, quit it
Kick it, quit it
Kick it, quit it
Kick it, quit it
Home again
Home again
I'm on my way home
I left three days ago
But no one seems to know I'm gone
Home is where the hatred is
Home is filled with pain
And it might not be such a bad idea if I never
Never went home again
Stand as far away from me as you can
And ask me why
Hang on to your rosary beads
Close your eyes to watch me die
You keep sayin' "kick it, quit it, kick it, quit it"
But did you ever try?
To turn your sick song inside out
So that the world
So that the world
Can watch you die
Home is where I live inside
My white powder dreams
Home was once an empty vacuum
That's filled now with my silent screams
Home is where the needle marks
Try to hear my broken heart
And it might not be such a bad idea if I never
If I never went home again
Home again
Home again
Home again
Kick it, quit it
Kick it, quit it
Kick it, quit it
Kick it, quit it
Home again
Home again
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I Got Shoes
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Johnny Cash
THEMES
Baby/Children
Inspirational
Happiness
Clothing/Apparel
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
1962
I got shoes, you got shoes, all of God's children got shoes
When I get to heaven gonna put on my shoes
I'm gonna walk all over God's heaven (heaven), heaven (heaven)
Ev'rybody talkin' bout heaven ain't a goin' there heaven (heaven), heaven (heaven)
I'm gonna walk all over God's heaven (I'm gonna fly)
I got wings, you got wings, all of God's children got wings
When I get to heaven gonna put on my wings
I'm gonna fly all over God's heaven (heaven), heaven (heaven)
Ev'rybody talkin' bout heaven ain't a goin' there heaven (heaven), heaven (heaven)
I'm gonna fly all over God's heaven (it's gonna shine)
I got a crown, you got a crown, all of God's children got a crown
When I get to heaven gonna put on my crown
I'm gonna shine all over God's heaven (heaven), heaven (heaven)
Ev'rybody talkin' bout heaven ain't a goin' there heaven (heaven), heaven (heaven)
I'm gonna shine all over God's heaven (I'm gonna play)
I got a harp, you got a harp, all of God's children got a harp
When I get to heaven gonna play on my harp
I'm gonna play all over God's heaven (heaven), heaven (heaven)
Ev'rybody talkin' bout heaven ain't a goin' there heaven (heaven), heaven (heaven)
I'm gonna play all over God's heaven
(I'm gonna walk, fly ,shine, play)
Walk all over God's heaven
(Hmmmm)
When I get to heaven gonna put on my shoes
I'm gonna walk all over God's heaven (heaven), heaven (heaven)
Ev'rybody talkin' bout heaven ain't a goin' there heaven (heaven), heaven (heaven)
I'm gonna walk all over God's heaven (I'm gonna fly)
I got wings, you got wings, all of God's children got wings
When I get to heaven gonna put on my wings
I'm gonna fly all over God's heaven (heaven), heaven (heaven)
Ev'rybody talkin' bout heaven ain't a goin' there heaven (heaven), heaven (heaven)
I'm gonna fly all over God's heaven (it's gonna shine)
I got a crown, you got a crown, all of God's children got a crown
When I get to heaven gonna put on my crown
I'm gonna shine all over God's heaven (heaven), heaven (heaven)
Ev'rybody talkin' bout heaven ain't a goin' there heaven (heaven), heaven (heaven)
I'm gonna shine all over God's heaven (I'm gonna play)
I got a harp, you got a harp, all of God's children got a harp
When I get to heaven gonna play on my harp
I'm gonna play all over God's heaven (heaven), heaven (heaven)
Ev'rybody talkin' bout heaven ain't a goin' there heaven (heaven), heaven (heaven)
I'm gonna play all over God's heaven
(I'm gonna walk, fly ,shine, play)
Walk all over God's heaven
(Hmmmm)
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I Got Stripes
Phil Lee
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Charlie Williams
Johnny Cash
THEMES
Time
Clothing/Apparel
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
2008
On a Monday I was ar-rested (uh huh)
On a Tuesday they locked me in the jail (oh boy)
On a Wednesday my trial was a-tested
On a Thursday they said guilty and the judge's gavel fell
I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders
I got chains, chains around my feet
I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders
And them chains, them chains they're about to drag me down
On a Monday I got my stripes and briches (uh-huh)
On a Tuesday I got my ball and chain (oh boy)
On a Wednesday I'm workin' digging ditches
On a Thursday Lord I begged 'em down to knock me down again
I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders
I got chains, chains around my feet
I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders
And them chains, them chains they're about to drag me down
On a Monday my momma come to see me (uh-huh)
On a Tuesday they caught me with a file (oh boy)
On a Wednesday I'm down in solitary
On a Thursday Lord I start on bread and water for a while
I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders
I got chains, chains around my feet
I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders
And them chains, them chains they're about to drag me down
On a Tuesday they locked me in the jail (oh boy)
On a Wednesday my trial was a-tested
On a Thursday they said guilty and the judge's gavel fell
I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders
I got chains, chains around my feet
I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders
And them chains, them chains they're about to drag me down
On a Monday I got my stripes and briches (uh-huh)
On a Tuesday I got my ball and chain (oh boy)
On a Wednesday I'm workin' digging ditches
On a Thursday Lord I begged 'em down to knock me down again
I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders
I got chains, chains around my feet
I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders
And them chains, them chains they're about to drag me down
On a Monday my momma come to see me (uh-huh)
On a Tuesday they caught me with a file (oh boy)
On a Wednesday I'm down in solitary
On a Thursday Lord I start on bread and water for a while
I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders
I got chains, chains around my feet
I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders
And them chains, them chains they're about to drag me down
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I Got Stripes
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Charlie Williams
Johnny Cash
THEMES
Time
Clothing/Apparel
GENRES
Country and Western
Rock 'n' Roll
YEAR
1959
On a Monday I was ar-rested (uh huh)
On a Tuesday they locked me in the jail (oh boy)
On a Wednesday my trial was a-tested
On a Thursday they said guilty and the judge's gavel fell
I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders
I got chains, chains around my feet
I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders
And them chains, them chains they're about to drag me down
On a Monday I got my stripes and briches (uh-huh)
On a Tuesday I got my ball and chain (oh boy)
On a Wednesday I'm workin' digging ditches
On a Thursday Lord I begged 'em down to knock me down again
I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders
I got chains, chains around my feet
I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders
And them chains, them chains they're about to drag me down
On a Monday my momma come to see me (uh-huh)
On a Tuesday they caught me with a file (oh boy)
On a Wednesday I'm down in solitary
On a Thursday Lord I start on bread and water for a while
I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders
I got chains, chains around my feet
I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders
And them chains, them chains they're about to drag me down
On a Tuesday they locked me in the jail (oh boy)
On a Wednesday my trial was a-tested
On a Thursday they said guilty and the judge's gavel fell
I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders
I got chains, chains around my feet
I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders
And them chains, them chains they're about to drag me down
On a Monday I got my stripes and briches (uh-huh)
On a Tuesday I got my ball and chain (oh boy)
On a Wednesday I'm workin' digging ditches
On a Thursday Lord I begged 'em down to knock me down again
I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders
I got chains, chains around my feet
I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders
And them chains, them chains they're about to drag me down
On a Monday my momma come to see me (uh-huh)
On a Tuesday they caught me with a file (oh boy)
On a Wednesday I'm down in solitary
On a Thursday Lord I start on bread and water for a while
I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders
I got chains, chains around my feet
I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders
And them chains, them chains they're about to drag me down
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I Like It Like That
Them
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Van Morrison
THEMES
Country/Nature
Places
Colours
Time
Clothing/Apparel
Money
Animals
GENRES
Blues
YEAR
1965
I've got the answers
To all of your questions
If you've got the money
To pay me in gold
I will be living
In old Monte Carlo
And you will be reading
The secrets I sold
Daggers and contacts
And bright shiny limos
I've got a watch
That turns into a lifeboat
Glimmering nightgowns
And poisonous cobras
Silencer under the heel of my shoe
The elegance of China
They sent her to lie here on her back
But as she deeply moves me
She'd rather shoot me in my tracks
She was a Malaysian lady
She really came as no surprise
But I still did destroy her
And I will smash
Halo of flies
I crossed the ocean
Where no one could see
And I put a time-bomb
In your submarine
Goodbye to old friends
The secret's in hand
With phony note papers
And counterfeit plans
You never will understand
To all of your questions
If you've got the money
To pay me in gold
I will be living
In old Monte Carlo
And you will be reading
The secrets I sold
Daggers and contacts
And bright shiny limos
I've got a watch
That turns into a lifeboat
Glimmering nightgowns
And poisonous cobras
Silencer under the heel of my shoe
The elegance of China
They sent her to lie here on her back
But as she deeply moves me
She'd rather shoot me in my tracks
She was a Malaysian lady
She really came as no surprise
But I still did destroy her
And I will smash
Halo of flies
I crossed the ocean
Where no one could see
And I put a time-bomb
In your submarine
Goodbye to old friends
The secret's in hand
With phony note papers
And counterfeit plans
You never will understand
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I Love Your Smile
Shanice
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Jarvis L Baker
Narada Walden
Shanice Wilson
Sylvester Jackson Jr
THEMES
Body
Love
Weather
Time
Clothing/Apparel
GENRES
Pop
YEAR
1991
Sitting in my class, just drifting away
staring into the windows
of the world (yeah)
I can't hear the teacher,
his books don't call me
at all
I don't see the bad boys
tryin' to catch some
play...
Chorus
'Cause I love your smile
I love your smile
The clock at work says three,
and I wanna be free
free to scream, free to
bathe, free to paint my
toes all day
My boss is lame you know,
and so is the pay
I'm gonna put that new
black mini on my charge
anyway
Chorus
Time came and showed me your direction
Now I know I'll never ever go
back taught me that
I can be a better girl
with love you give
you rock my world
you dig
Rap Breakdown:
I'm showin' the life that I'm livin'
This is the life that I have
and it's given to you
yeh' and it's true
la-d-da
twinkely d
do you
believe in a girl
like me
Shanice is the one
for you to be with
But when I'm caught all alone
I start fessin'
It's from a state of depression
And the thunder clouds of doubt move in
I begin to wonder "do you
still love me?"
but after that
My whole world is beautiful
Blow Branford
Blow
Bridge
Smile...Psych
staring into the windows
of the world (yeah)
I can't hear the teacher,
his books don't call me
at all
I don't see the bad boys
tryin' to catch some
play...
Chorus
'Cause I love your smile
I love your smile
The clock at work says three,
and I wanna be free
free to scream, free to
bathe, free to paint my
toes all day
My boss is lame you know,
and so is the pay
I'm gonna put that new
black mini on my charge
anyway
Chorus
Time came and showed me your direction
Now I know I'll never ever go
back taught me that
I can be a better girl
with love you give
you rock my world
you dig
Rap Breakdown:
I'm showin' the life that I'm livin'
This is the life that I have
and it's given to you
yeh' and it's true
la-d-da
twinkely d
do you
believe in a girl
like me
Shanice is the one
for you to be with
But when I'm caught all alone
I start fessin'
It's from a state of depression
And the thunder clouds of doubt move in
I begin to wonder "do you
still love me?"
but after that
My whole world is beautiful
Blow Branford
Blow
Bridge
Smile...Psych
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I Think I'm Going Bald
Rush
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Alex Lifeson
Geddy Lee
Neil Peart
THEMES
Memories/Nostalgia
Places
Clothing/Apparel
GENRES
Rock
YEAR
1975
I looked in the mirror today
My eyes just didn't seem so bright
I've lost a few more hairs
I think I'm, I'm going bald
I think I'm going bald
It seems like only yesterday
We would sit and talk of dreams all night
Dreams of youth
And simple truths
Now we're all, so involved
So involved with life
I walk down vanity fair
Memory lane everywhere
Wall Street shuffles there
Dressed in flowing hair
Once we loved the flowers
Now we ask the price of the land
Once we would take water
But now it must be wine
Now we've been
And now we've seen
What price peace of mind
Take a piece of my mind
My life is slipping away
I'm aging every day
But even when I am grey
I'll still be grey my way
Yeah
Woaah yeah
Ooooh yeah
Ooooh yeah
My eyes just didn't seem so bright
I've lost a few more hairs
I think I'm, I'm going bald
I think I'm going bald
It seems like only yesterday
We would sit and talk of dreams all night
Dreams of youth
And simple truths
Now we're all, so involved
So involved with life
I walk down vanity fair
Memory lane everywhere
Wall Street shuffles there
Dressed in flowing hair
Once we loved the flowers
Now we ask the price of the land
Once we would take water
But now it must be wine
Now we've been
And now we've seen
What price peace of mind
Take a piece of my mind
My life is slipping away
I'm aging every day
But even when I am grey
I'll still be grey my way
Yeah
Woaah yeah
Ooooh yeah
Ooooh yeah
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I Won't Go Huntin' With You Jake
Jimmy Dean
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Stuart Hamblen
THEMES
Names
Country/Nature
Colours
Numbers
Clothing/Apparel
Animals
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
1961
Oh, it's springtime in the mountains and I'm full of mountain dew
Can't even read my catalog like I used to do
I'm a sittin' in that little shed that's right back off the house
Here comes ol' Jake with all the hounds but he's gonna hear me shout.
I won't go huntin' with you Jake but I'll go chasin' wimmin'
So put them hounds back in the pen and quit your silly grinnin'
Well, the moon is bright and I'm half tight my life is just beginnin'
I won't go huntin' with you jake but I'll go chasin' wimmin'.
Let's go down to the meetin' house and wait till they start home
Them gals that live on Possum Creek will always leave alone
We'll run 'em down the corn row them sassy little misses
We'll scare them pretty gals to death we'll stop and blow 'em kisses.
Well, I won't go huntin' with you Jake but I'll go chasin' wimmin'
So put them hounds back in the pen and quit your silly grinnin'
Well, the moon is bright and I'm half tight my life is just beginnin'
I won't go huntin' with you jake but I'll go chasin' wimmin'.
--- Instrumental ---
Now wash your face and comb your hair cause it's darn near time to start
But let me tell you fore you go there's no one that's got my heart
Don't chase that gal with the yellow hair and wearin' dress of green
Well that little gal belongs to me I know she's past sixteen.
Oh. I won't go huntin' with you Jake but I'll go chasin' wimmin'
So put them hounds back in the pen and quit your silly grinnin'
Well, the moon is bright and I'm half tight my life is just beginnin'
I won't go huntin' with you jake but I'll go chasin' wimmin'.
Now I was headin' for the general store when a silly thing I've seen
They make 'em in the city it's called a magazine
I turned to page 32 and look at what I found
Them gals wear clothes that we ain't seen beneath them gigham gowns
Oh, I won't go huntin' with you Jake but I'll go chasin' wimmin'
So put them hounds back in the pen and quit your silly grinnin'
Well, the moon is bright and I'm half tight my life is just beginnin'
I won't go huntin' with you jake but I'll go chasin' wimmin'...
Can't even read my catalog like I used to do
I'm a sittin' in that little shed that's right back off the house
Here comes ol' Jake with all the hounds but he's gonna hear me shout.
I won't go huntin' with you Jake but I'll go chasin' wimmin'
So put them hounds back in the pen and quit your silly grinnin'
Well, the moon is bright and I'm half tight my life is just beginnin'
I won't go huntin' with you jake but I'll go chasin' wimmin'.
Let's go down to the meetin' house and wait till they start home
Them gals that live on Possum Creek will always leave alone
We'll run 'em down the corn row them sassy little misses
We'll scare them pretty gals to death we'll stop and blow 'em kisses.
Well, I won't go huntin' with you Jake but I'll go chasin' wimmin'
So put them hounds back in the pen and quit your silly grinnin'
Well, the moon is bright and I'm half tight my life is just beginnin'
I won't go huntin' with you jake but I'll go chasin' wimmin'.
--- Instrumental ---
Now wash your face and comb your hair cause it's darn near time to start
But let me tell you fore you go there's no one that's got my heart
Don't chase that gal with the yellow hair and wearin' dress of green
Well that little gal belongs to me I know she's past sixteen.
Oh. I won't go huntin' with you Jake but I'll go chasin' wimmin'
So put them hounds back in the pen and quit your silly grinnin'
Well, the moon is bright and I'm half tight my life is just beginnin'
I won't go huntin' with you jake but I'll go chasin' wimmin'.
Now I was headin' for the general store when a silly thing I've seen
They make 'em in the city it's called a magazine
I turned to page 32 and look at what I found
Them gals wear clothes that we ain't seen beneath them gigham gowns
Oh, I won't go huntin' with you Jake but I'll go chasin' wimmin'
So put them hounds back in the pen and quit your silly grinnin'
Well, the moon is bright and I'm half tight my life is just beginnin'
I won't go huntin' with you jake but I'll go chasin' wimmin'...
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I'll Build A Stairway To Paradise
Georges Guetary
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Buddy DeSylva
George Gershwin
Ira Gershwin
THEMES
Body
Names
Happiness
Places
Colours
Clothing/Apparel
GENRES
Jazz
Easy Listening
YEAR
1951
All you preachers
Who delight in panning the dancing teachers,
Let me tell you there are a lot of features
Of the dance that carry you through
The gates of Hea-ven.
It's madness
To be always sitting around in sadness,
When you could be learning the steps of gladness.
You'll be happy when you can do
Just six or seven;
Begin to day!
You'll find it nice,
The quickest way to paradise.
When you practise,
Here's the thing to know,
Simply say as you go...
Chorus
I'll build a stairway to Paradise
With a new step ev'ry day !
I'm gonna get there at any price;
Stand aside, I'm on my way !
I've got the blues
And up above it's so fair.
Shoes ! Go on and carry me there !
I'll build a stairway to Paradise
With a new step ev'ry day.
Verse Two
Ev'ry new step
Helps a bit ; but any old kind of two step,
Does as well. It don't matter what step you step,
If you work it into your soul
You'll get to Heaven.
Get bu-sy ;
Dance with Maud the countess, or just plain Lizzy:
Dance until you're blue in the face and dizzy.
When you've learn'd to dance in your sleep
You're sure to win out.
In time you'll get Saint Vitus dance,
Which beats the latest thing from France.
Take no chances on this Paradise ;
Let me give you advice.
Chorus (x2)
Who delight in panning the dancing teachers,
Let me tell you there are a lot of features
Of the dance that carry you through
The gates of Hea-ven.
It's madness
To be always sitting around in sadness,
When you could be learning the steps of gladness.
You'll be happy when you can do
Just six or seven;
Begin to day!
You'll find it nice,
The quickest way to paradise.
When you practise,
Here's the thing to know,
Simply say as you go...
Chorus
I'll build a stairway to Paradise
With a new step ev'ry day !
I'm gonna get there at any price;
Stand aside, I'm on my way !
I've got the blues
And up above it's so fair.
Shoes ! Go on and carry me there !
I'll build a stairway to Paradise
With a new step ev'ry day.
Verse Two
Ev'ry new step
Helps a bit ; but any old kind of two step,
Does as well. It don't matter what step you step,
If you work it into your soul
You'll get to Heaven.
Get bu-sy ;
Dance with Maud the countess, or just plain Lizzy:
Dance until you're blue in the face and dizzy.
When you've learn'd to dance in your sleep
You're sure to win out.
In time you'll get Saint Vitus dance,
Which beats the latest thing from France.
Take no chances on this Paradise ;
Let me give you advice.
Chorus (x2)
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I'll Build A Stairway To Paradise
Issy Van Randwyck
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Buddy DeSylva
George Gershwin
Ira Gershwin
THEMES
Body
Names
Happiness
Places
Colours
Clothing/Apparel
GENRES
Jazz
Pop
Easy Listening
YEAR
1994
All you preachers
Who delight in panning the dancing teachers,
Let me tell you there are a lot of features
Of the dance that carry you through
The gates of Hea-ven.
It's madness
To be always sitting around in sadness,
When you could be learning the steps of gladness.
You'll be happy when you can do
Just six or seven;
Begin to day!
You'll find it nice,
The quickest way to paradise.
When you practise,
Here's the thing to know,
Simply say as you go...
Chorus
I'll build a stairway to Paradise
With a new step ev'ry day !
I'm gonna get there at any price;
Stand aside, I'm on my way !
I've got the blues
And up above it's so fair.
Shoes ! Go on and carry me there !
I'll build a stairway to Paradise
With a new step ev'ry day.
Verse Two
Ev'ry new step
Helps a bit ; but any old kind of two step,
Does as well. It don't matter what step you step,
If you work it into your soul
You'll get to Heaven.
Get bu-sy ;
Dance with Maud the countess, or just plain Lizzy:
Dance until you're blue in the face and dizzy.
When you've learn'd to dance in your sleep
You're sure to win out.
In time you'll get Saint Vitus dance,
Which beats the latest thing from France.
Take no chances on this Paradise ;
Let me give you advice.
Chorus (x2)
Who delight in panning the dancing teachers,
Let me tell you there are a lot of features
Of the dance that carry you through
The gates of Hea-ven.
It's madness
To be always sitting around in sadness,
When you could be learning the steps of gladness.
You'll be happy when you can do
Just six or seven;
Begin to day!
You'll find it nice,
The quickest way to paradise.
When you practise,
Here's the thing to know,
Simply say as you go...
Chorus
I'll build a stairway to Paradise
With a new step ev'ry day !
I'm gonna get there at any price;
Stand aside, I'm on my way !
I've got the blues
And up above it's so fair.
Shoes ! Go on and carry me there !
I'll build a stairway to Paradise
With a new step ev'ry day.
Verse Two
Ev'ry new step
Helps a bit ; but any old kind of two step,
Does as well. It don't matter what step you step,
If you work it into your soul
You'll get to Heaven.
Get bu-sy ;
Dance with Maud the countess, or just plain Lizzy:
Dance until you're blue in the face and dizzy.
When you've learn'd to dance in your sleep
You're sure to win out.
In time you'll get Saint Vitus dance,
Which beats the latest thing from France.
Take no chances on this Paradise ;
Let me give you advice.
Chorus (x2)
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I'll Build A Stairway To Paradise
Liza Minnelli
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Buddy DeSylva
George Gershwin
Ira Gershwin
THEMES
Body
Names
Happiness
Places
Colours
Clothing/Apparel
GENRES
Jazz
YEAR
1966
All you preachers
Who delight in panning the dancing teachers,
Let me tell you there are a lot of features
Of the dance that carry you through
The gates of Hea-ven.
It's madness
To be always sitting around in sadness,
When you could be learning the steps of gladness.
You'll be happy when you can do
Just six or seven;
Begin to day!
You'll find it nice,
The quickest way to paradise.
When you practise,
Here's the thing to know,
Simply say as you go...
Chorus
I'll build a stairway to Paradise
With a new step ev'ry day !
I'm gonna get there at any price;
Stand aside, I'm on my way !
I've got the blues
And up above it's so fair.
Shoes ! Go on and carry me there !
I'll build a stairway to Paradise
With a new step ev'ry day.
Verse Two
Ev'ry new step
Helps a bit ; but any old kind of two step,
Does as well. It don't matter what step you step,
If you work it into your soul
You'll get to Heaven.
Get bu-sy ;
Dance with Maud the countess, or just plain Lizzy:
Dance until you're blue in the face and dizzy.
When you've learn'd to dance in your sleep
You're sure to win out.
In time you'll get Saint Vitus dance,
Which beats the latest thing from France.
Take no chances on this Paradise ;
Let me give you advice.
Chorus (x2)
Who delight in panning the dancing teachers,
Let me tell you there are a lot of features
Of the dance that carry you through
The gates of Hea-ven.
It's madness
To be always sitting around in sadness,
When you could be learning the steps of gladness.
You'll be happy when you can do
Just six or seven;
Begin to day!
You'll find it nice,
The quickest way to paradise.
When you practise,
Here's the thing to know,
Simply say as you go...
Chorus
I'll build a stairway to Paradise
With a new step ev'ry day !
I'm gonna get there at any price;
Stand aside, I'm on my way !
I've got the blues
And up above it's so fair.
Shoes ! Go on and carry me there !
I'll build a stairway to Paradise
With a new step ev'ry day.
Verse Two
Ev'ry new step
Helps a bit ; but any old kind of two step,
Does as well. It don't matter what step you step,
If you work it into your soul
You'll get to Heaven.
Get bu-sy ;
Dance with Maud the countess, or just plain Lizzy:
Dance until you're blue in the face and dizzy.
When you've learn'd to dance in your sleep
You're sure to win out.
In time you'll get Saint Vitus dance,
Which beats the latest thing from France.
Take no chances on this Paradise ;
Let me give you advice.
Chorus (x2)
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I'll Build A Stairway To Paradise
Rufus Wainwright
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Buddy DeSylva
George Gershwin
Ira Gershwin
THEMES
Body
Names
Happiness
Places
Colours
Clothing/Apparel
GENRES
Jazz
Pop
YEAR
2004
All you preachers
Who delight in panning the dancing teachers,
Let me tell you there are a lot of features
Of the dance that carry you through
The gates of Hea-ven.
It's madness
To be always sitting around in sadness,
When you could be learning the steps of gladness.
You'll be happy when you can do
Just six or seven;
Begin to day!
You'll find it nice,
The quickest way to paradise.
When you practise,
Here's the thing to know,
Simply say as you go...
Chorus
I'll build a stairway to Paradise
With a new step ev'ry day !
I'm gonna get there at any price;
Stand aside, I'm on my way !
I've got the blues
And up above it's so fair.
Shoes ! Go on and carry me there !
I'll build a stairway to Paradise
With a new step ev'ry day.
Verse Two
Ev'ry new step
Helps a bit ; but any old kind of two step,
Does as well. It don't matter what step you step,
If you work it into your soul
You'll get to Heaven.
Get bu-sy ;
Dance with Maud the countess, or just plain Lizzy:
Dance until you're blue in the face and dizzy.
When you've learn'd to dance in your sleep
You're sure to win out.
In time you'll get Saint Vitus dance,
Which beats the latest thing from France.
Take no chances on this Paradise ;
Let me give you advice.
Chorus (x2)
Who delight in panning the dancing teachers,
Let me tell you there are a lot of features
Of the dance that carry you through
The gates of Hea-ven.
It's madness
To be always sitting around in sadness,
When you could be learning the steps of gladness.
You'll be happy when you can do
Just six or seven;
Begin to day!
You'll find it nice,
The quickest way to paradise.
When you practise,
Here's the thing to know,
Simply say as you go...
Chorus
I'll build a stairway to Paradise
With a new step ev'ry day !
I'm gonna get there at any price;
Stand aside, I'm on my way !
I've got the blues
And up above it's so fair.
Shoes ! Go on and carry me there !
I'll build a stairway to Paradise
With a new step ev'ry day.
Verse Two
Ev'ry new step
Helps a bit ; but any old kind of two step,
Does as well. It don't matter what step you step,
If you work it into your soul
You'll get to Heaven.
Get bu-sy ;
Dance with Maud the countess, or just plain Lizzy:
Dance until you're blue in the face and dizzy.
When you've learn'd to dance in your sleep
You're sure to win out.
In time you'll get Saint Vitus dance,
Which beats the latest thing from France.
Take no chances on this Paradise ;
Let me give you advice.
Chorus (x2)
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I'll Build A Stairway To Paradise
Sarah Vaughan
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Buddy DeSylva
George Gershwin
Ira Gershwin
THEMES
Body
Names
Happiness
Places
Colours
Clothing/Apparel
GENRES
Jazz
YEAR
1957
All you preachers
Who delight in panning the dancing teachers,
Let me tell you there are a lot of features
Of the dance that carry you through
The gates of Hea-ven.
It's madness
To be always sitting around in sadness,
When you could be learning the steps of gladness.
You'll be happy when you can do
Just six or seven;
Begin to day!
You'll find it nice,
The quickest way to paradise.
When you practise,
Here's the thing to know,
Simply say as you go...
Chorus
I'll build a stairway to Paradise
With a new step ev'ry day !
I'm gonna get there at any price;
Stand aside, I'm on my way !
I've got the blues
And up above it's so fair.
Shoes ! Go on and carry me there !
I'll build a stairway to Paradise
With a new step ev'ry day.
Verse Two
Ev'ry new step
Helps a bit ; but any old kind of two step,
Does as well. It don't matter what step you step,
If you work it into your soul
You'll get to Heaven.
Get bu-sy ;
Dance with Maud the countess, or just plain Lizzy:
Dance until you're blue in the face and dizzy.
When you've learn'd to dance in your sleep
You're sure to win out.
In time you'll get Saint Vitus dance,
Which beats the latest thing from France.
Take no chances on this Paradise ;
Let me give you advice.
Chorus (x2)
Who delight in panning the dancing teachers,
Let me tell you there are a lot of features
Of the dance that carry you through
The gates of Hea-ven.
It's madness
To be always sitting around in sadness,
When you could be learning the steps of gladness.
You'll be happy when you can do
Just six or seven;
Begin to day!
You'll find it nice,
The quickest way to paradise.
When you practise,
Here's the thing to know,
Simply say as you go...
Chorus
I'll build a stairway to Paradise
With a new step ev'ry day !
I'm gonna get there at any price;
Stand aside, I'm on my way !
I've got the blues
And up above it's so fair.
Shoes ! Go on and carry me there !
I'll build a stairway to Paradise
With a new step ev'ry day.
Verse Two
Ev'ry new step
Helps a bit ; but any old kind of two step,
Does as well. It don't matter what step you step,
If you work it into your soul
You'll get to Heaven.
Get bu-sy ;
Dance with Maud the countess, or just plain Lizzy:
Dance until you're blue in the face and dizzy.
When you've learn'd to dance in your sleep
You're sure to win out.
In time you'll get Saint Vitus dance,
Which beats the latest thing from France.
Take no chances on this Paradise ;
Let me give you advice.
Chorus (x2)
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