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Forty Shades Of Green
Pat Boone
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Johnny Cash
THEMES
Memories/Nostalgia
Love
Country/Nature
Places
Colours
Numbers
GENRES
Pop
YEAR
2005
Green, green forty shades of green
I close my eyes and picture, the emerald of the sea
From the fishing boats at Dingle, to the shores of Dunardee
I miss the river Shannon, and the folks at Skibbereen
The moorlands and the midlands, with their forty shades of green
But most of all I miss a girl, in Tipperary town
And most of all I miss her lips, as soft as eiderdown
Again I want to see and do, the things we've done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar And there's forty shades of green
Green, green, forty shades of green
I wish that I could spend an hour at Dublin's churching surf
I'd love to watch the farmers, drain the bogs and spade the turf
To see again the thatching, of the straw the women glean
I'd walk from Cork to Larne to see
The forty shades of green
But most of all I miss a girl, in Tipperary town
And most of all I miss her lips, as soft as eiderdown
Again I want to see and do, the things we've done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar And there's forty shades of green
I close my eyes and picture, the emerald of the sea
From the fishing boats at Dingle, to the shores of Dunardee
I miss the river Shannon, and the folks at Skibbereen
The moorlands and the midlands, with their forty shades of green
But most of all I miss a girl, in Tipperary town
And most of all I miss her lips, as soft as eiderdown
Again I want to see and do, the things we've done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar And there's forty shades of green
Green, green, forty shades of green
I wish that I could spend an hour at Dublin's churching surf
I'd love to watch the farmers, drain the bogs and spade the turf
To see again the thatching, of the straw the women glean
I'd walk from Cork to Larne to see
The forty shades of green
But most of all I miss a girl, in Tipperary town
And most of all I miss her lips, as soft as eiderdown
Again I want to see and do, the things we've done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar And there's forty shades of green
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Forty Shades Of Green
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Johnny Cash
THEMES
Country/Nature
Places
Colours
Numbers
Memories/Nostalgia
Love
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
1961
Green, green forty shades of green
I close my eyes and picture, the emerald of the sea
From the fishing boats at Dingle, to the shores of Dunardee
I miss the river Shannon, and the folks at Skibbereen
The moorlands and the midlands, with their forty shades of green
But most of all I miss a girl, in Tipperary town
And most of all I miss her lips, as soft as eiderdown
Again I want to see and do, the things we've done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar And there's forty shades of green
Green, green, forty shades of green
I wish that I could spend an hour at Dublin's churching surf
I'd love to watch the farmers, drain the bogs and spade the turf
To see again the thatching, of the straw the women glean
I'd walk from Cork to Larne to see
The forty shades of green
But most of all I miss a girl, in Tipperary town
And most of all I miss her lips, as soft as eiderdown
Again I want to see and do, the things we've done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar And there's forty shades of green
I close my eyes and picture, the emerald of the sea
From the fishing boats at Dingle, to the shores of Dunardee
I miss the river Shannon, and the folks at Skibbereen
The moorlands and the midlands, with their forty shades of green
But most of all I miss a girl, in Tipperary town
And most of all I miss her lips, as soft as eiderdown
Again I want to see and do, the things we've done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar And there's forty shades of green
Green, green, forty shades of green
I wish that I could spend an hour at Dublin's churching surf
I'd love to watch the farmers, drain the bogs and spade the turf
To see again the thatching, of the straw the women glean
I'd walk from Cork to Larne to see
The forty shades of green
But most of all I miss a girl, in Tipperary town
And most of all I miss her lips, as soft as eiderdown
Again I want to see and do, the things we've done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar And there's forty shades of green
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Forty Shades Of Green
Daniel O'Donnell
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Johnny Cash
THEMES
Memories/Nostalgia
Love
Country/Nature
Places
Colours
Numbers
GENRES
Country and Western
Folk
YEAR
1989
Green, green forty shades of green
I close my eyes and picture, the emerald of the sea
From the fishing boats at Dingle, to the shores of Dunardee
I miss the river Shannon, and the folks at Skibbereen
The moorlands and the midlands, with their forty shades of green
But most of all I miss a girl, in Tipperary town
And most of all I miss her lips, as soft as eiderdown
Again I want to see and do, the things we've done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar And there's forty shades of green
Green, green, forty shades of green
I wish that I could spend an hour at Dublin's churching surf
I'd love to watch the farmers, drain the bogs and spade the turf
To see again the thatching, of the straw the women glean
I'd walk from Cork to Larne to see
The forty shades of green
But most of all I miss a girl, in Tipperary town
And most of all I miss her lips, as soft as eiderdown
Again I want to see and do, the things we've done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar And there's forty shades of green
I close my eyes and picture, the emerald of the sea
From the fishing boats at Dingle, to the shores of Dunardee
I miss the river Shannon, and the folks at Skibbereen
The moorlands and the midlands, with their forty shades of green
But most of all I miss a girl, in Tipperary town
And most of all I miss her lips, as soft as eiderdown
Again I want to see and do, the things we've done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar And there's forty shades of green
Green, green, forty shades of green
I wish that I could spend an hour at Dublin's churching surf
I'd love to watch the farmers, drain the bogs and spade the turf
To see again the thatching, of the straw the women glean
I'd walk from Cork to Larne to see
The forty shades of green
But most of all I miss a girl, in Tipperary town
And most of all I miss her lips, as soft as eiderdown
Again I want to see and do, the things we've done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar And there's forty shades of green
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Forty Shades Of Green
Slim Whitman
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Johnny Cash
THEMES
Memories/Nostalgia
Love
Country/Nature
Places
Colours
Numbers
GENRES
Country and Western
Folk
YEAR
1963
Green, green forty shades of green
I close my eyes and picture, the emerald of the sea
From the fishing boats at Dingle, to the shores of Dunardee
I miss the river Shannon, and the folks at Skibbereen
The moorlands and the midlands, with their forty shades of green
But most of all I miss a girl, in Tipperary town
And most of all I miss her lips, as soft as eiderdown
Again I want to see and do, the things we've done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar And there's forty shades of green
Green, green, forty shades of green
I wish that I could spend an hour at Dublin's churching surf
I'd love to watch the farmers, drain the bogs and spade the turf
To see again the thatching, of the straw the women glean
I'd walk from Cork to Larne to see
The forty shades of green
But most of all I miss a girl, in Tipperary town
And most of all I miss her lips, as soft as eiderdown
Again I want to see and do, the things we've done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar And there's forty shades of green
I close my eyes and picture, the emerald of the sea
From the fishing boats at Dingle, to the shores of Dunardee
I miss the river Shannon, and the folks at Skibbereen
The moorlands and the midlands, with their forty shades of green
But most of all I miss a girl, in Tipperary town
And most of all I miss her lips, as soft as eiderdown
Again I want to see and do, the things we've done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar And there's forty shades of green
Green, green, forty shades of green
I wish that I could spend an hour at Dublin's churching surf
I'd love to watch the farmers, drain the bogs and spade the turf
To see again the thatching, of the straw the women glean
I'd walk from Cork to Larne to see
The forty shades of green
But most of all I miss a girl, in Tipperary town
And most of all I miss her lips, as soft as eiderdown
Again I want to see and do, the things we've done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar And there's forty shades of green
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Frankie's Man Johnny
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Johnny Cash
THEMES
Names
Memories/Nostalgia
Love
GENRES
Rock 'n' Roll
Country and Western
YEAR
1959
Well now Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts
They were true as a blue, blue sky
He was a long-legged guitar picker with a wicked wanderin' eye
But he was her man, nearly all of the time
Well Johnny he packed up to leave her, but he promised he'd be back
He said he had a little pickin' to do a little farther down the track
He said, "I'm your man I wouldn't do you wrong."
Well Frankie curled up on the sofa, thinkin' about her man
Far away the couples were dancing to the music of his band
He was Frankie's man, he wasn't doin' her wrong
Then in the front door walked a redhead, Johnny saw her right away
She came down by the bandstand to watch him while he played
He was Frankie's man, but she was far away
He sang every song to the redhead, she smiled back at him
Then he came and sat at her table, where the lights were low and dim
What Frankie didn't know, wouldn't hurt her none
Then the redhead jumped up and slapped him
She slapped him a time or two
She said, "I'm Frankie's sister and I was checking up on you,
if you're her man you better treat her right."
Well the moral of this story is be good, but carry a stick
Sometimes it looks like a guitar picker just can't tell what to pick
He was Frankie's man and he still ain't done her wrong
They were true as a blue, blue sky
He was a long-legged guitar picker with a wicked wanderin' eye
But he was her man, nearly all of the time
Well Johnny he packed up to leave her, but he promised he'd be back
He said he had a little pickin' to do a little farther down the track
He said, "I'm your man I wouldn't do you wrong."
Well Frankie curled up on the sofa, thinkin' about her man
Far away the couples were dancing to the music of his band
He was Frankie's man, he wasn't doin' her wrong
Then in the front door walked a redhead, Johnny saw her right away
She came down by the bandstand to watch him while he played
He was Frankie's man, but she was far away
He sang every song to the redhead, she smiled back at him
Then he came and sat at her table, where the lights were low and dim
What Frankie didn't know, wouldn't hurt her none
Then the redhead jumped up and slapped him
She slapped him a time or two
She said, "I'm Frankie's sister and I was checking up on you,
if you're her man you better treat her right."
Well the moral of this story is be good, but carry a stick
Sometimes it looks like a guitar picker just can't tell what to pick
He was Frankie's man and he still ain't done her wrong
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Freeze (Part Iv Of Fear)
Rush
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Alex Lifeson
Geddy Lee
Neil Peart
THEMES
Body
Memories/Nostalgia
Time
GENRES
Rock
YEAR
2001
The city crouches, steaming
In the early morning half light
The sun is still a rumor
And the night is still a threat
Slipping through the dark streets
And the echoes and the shadows
Something stirs behind me
And my palms begin to sweat
Sometimes I freeze, until the light comes
Sometimes I fly, into the night
Sometimes I fight, against the darkness
Sometimes I'm wrong, sometimes I'm wrong
Sometimes I'm right
Coiled for the spring
Or caught like a creature in the headlights
Into a desperate panic
Or a tempest of blind fury
Like a cornered beast
Or a conquering hero
The menace threatens, closing
And I'm frozen in the shadows
I'm not prepared to run away
And I'm not prepared to fight
I can't stand to reason
Or surrender to a reflex
I will trust my instincts
Or surrender to my fright
Sometimes we freeze, until the light comes
Sometimes we're wrong, and sometimes we're right
Sometimes we fight, against the darkness
Sometimes we fly, into the night
Blood running cold
Mind going down into a dark night
Of a desperate panic
Or a tempest of blind fury
Like a cornered beast
Or a conquering hero
Sometimes I freeze
Sometimes I fight
Sometimes I freeze, until the light comes
Sometimes I fly, into the night
Into the night
Into the night
In the early morning half light
The sun is still a rumor
And the night is still a threat
Slipping through the dark streets
And the echoes and the shadows
Something stirs behind me
And my palms begin to sweat
Sometimes I freeze, until the light comes
Sometimes I fly, into the night
Sometimes I fight, against the darkness
Sometimes I'm wrong, sometimes I'm wrong
Sometimes I'm right
Coiled for the spring
Or caught like a creature in the headlights
Into a desperate panic
Or a tempest of blind fury
Like a cornered beast
Or a conquering hero
The menace threatens, closing
And I'm frozen in the shadows
I'm not prepared to run away
And I'm not prepared to fight
I can't stand to reason
Or surrender to a reflex
I will trust my instincts
Or surrender to my fright
Sometimes we freeze, until the light comes
Sometimes we're wrong, and sometimes we're right
Sometimes we fight, against the darkness
Sometimes we fly, into the night
Blood running cold
Mind going down into a dark night
Of a desperate panic
Or a tempest of blind fury
Like a cornered beast
Or a conquering hero
Sometimes I freeze
Sometimes I fight
Sometimes I freeze, until the light comes
Sometimes I fly, into the night
Into the night
Into the night
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Funeral Tango
"Jacques Brel Is Alive & Well & Living In Paris" (Original Off-Broadway Production)
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Eric Blau
Gerard Jouannest
Jacques Brel
Mort Shuman
THEMES
Memories/Nostalgia
Novelty
Sadness
GENRES
Jazz
Children/Novelty
YEAR
1968
Oh I can see them now
Clutching a handkerchief
And blowing me a kiss
Discreetly asking how
How come he died so young
Or was he very old
Is the body still warm
Is it already cold
All doors are open wide
They poke around inside
My desk, my drawers, my trunk
There's nothing left to hide
Some love letters are there
And an old photograph
They've laid my poor soul bare
And now all they do is laugh
Haha, haha, haha ha
Oh, I can see them all
So formal and so stiff
Like a sergeant at arms
At the policeman's ball
And everybody's pushing
To be the first in line
Their hearts upon their sleeves
Like a ten cent valentine
The old women are there
Too old to give a damn
They even brought along the kids
Who don't know who I am
They're thinking about the price of my funeral bouquet
What they're thinking isn't nice
Cause now they'll have to pay
Haha, haha, haha ha
Oh I see all of you
All of my phony friends
Who can't wait till it ends
Who can't wait till it's through
Oh I see all of you
You've been laughing all these years
And now all that you have left
Are a few crocodile tears
Ah you don't even know
That you're entering your hell
As you leave my cemetery
And you think you're doing well
With that one who's at your side
You're as proud as you can be
Ah she's going to make you cry
But not the way you cried for me
Haha, haha, haha ha
Oh I can see me now
So cold and so alone
As the flowers slowly die
In my field of little bones
Oh I can see me now
I can see me at the end
Of this voyage that I'm on
Without a love, without a friend
Now all this that I see
Is not what I deserve
They really have a nerve
To say these things to me
No girls just bread and water
And your money you must save
For there'll be nothing left for us
When you're dead and in your grave
Haha, haha, haha ha
Ha ha!
Clutching a handkerchief
And blowing me a kiss
Discreetly asking how
How come he died so young
Or was he very old
Is the body still warm
Is it already cold
All doors are open wide
They poke around inside
My desk, my drawers, my trunk
There's nothing left to hide
Some love letters are there
And an old photograph
They've laid my poor soul bare
And now all they do is laugh
Haha, haha, haha ha
Oh, I can see them all
So formal and so stiff
Like a sergeant at arms
At the policeman's ball
And everybody's pushing
To be the first in line
Their hearts upon their sleeves
Like a ten cent valentine
The old women are there
Too old to give a damn
They even brought along the kids
Who don't know who I am
They're thinking about the price of my funeral bouquet
What they're thinking isn't nice
Cause now they'll have to pay
Haha, haha, haha ha
Oh I see all of you
All of my phony friends
Who can't wait till it ends
Who can't wait till it's through
Oh I see all of you
You've been laughing all these years
And now all that you have left
Are a few crocodile tears
Ah you don't even know
That you're entering your hell
As you leave my cemetery
And you think you're doing well
With that one who's at your side
You're as proud as you can be
Ah she's going to make you cry
But not the way you cried for me
Haha, haha, haha ha
Oh I can see me now
So cold and so alone
As the flowers slowly die
In my field of little bones
Oh I can see me now
I can see me at the end
Of this voyage that I'm on
Without a love, without a friend
Now all this that I see
Is not what I deserve
They really have a nerve
To say these things to me
No girls just bread and water
And your money you must save
For there'll be nothing left for us
When you're dead and in your grave
Haha, haha, haha ha
Ha ha!
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Funny But I Still Love You
Ray Charles
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Ray Charles
THEMES
Memories/Nostalgia
Love
Sadness
GENRES
R&B/Soul
Blues
YEAR
1953
My dear sweetheart, I'm writing you
Just a few lines to tell you that I'm low
Oh baby, my baby
Funny, but I still love you
You went away, didn't say goodbye
But I still love you, Lord, I wonder why
Oh baby, my baby
Funny, but I still love you
I don't know, who was right or who was wrong
All I know as I am so tired, so tired of being alone
But if you care, like I care
Catch the next [Incomprehensible] bring your self back here
Oh baby, my baby
Funny, but I still love you
I miss your lovin'
You know what I mean
Remember how you used to make me scream
Oh baby, my baby
It's funny, but I still love you
Just a few lines to tell you that I'm low
Oh baby, my baby
Funny, but I still love you
You went away, didn't say goodbye
But I still love you, Lord, I wonder why
Oh baby, my baby
Funny, but I still love you
I don't know, who was right or who was wrong
All I know as I am so tired, so tired of being alone
But if you care, like I care
Catch the next [Incomprehensible] bring your self back here
Oh baby, my baby
Funny, but I still love you
I miss your lovin'
You know what I mean
Remember how you used to make me scream
Oh baby, my baby
It's funny, but I still love you
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Gentleman Soldier
"Sharpe" (Original Music)
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
John Tams
Roger Wilson
THEMES
Memories/Nostalgia
Love
GENRES
Folk
YEAR
1996
It's of a gentleman soldier
As a sentry he did stand
He kindly saluted a fair maid
By the waving of his hand
So boldly then he kissed her
And he passed it off as a joke
He drilled her into the sentry box
Wrapped up in a soldier's cloak
For the drums did go with a rap-a-tap-tap
And the fifes did loudly play
"Fare you well, my Polly dear, for
I must be going away."
As a sentry he did stand
He kindly saluted a fair maid
By the waving of his hand
So boldly then he kissed her
And he passed it off as a joke
He drilled her into the sentry box
Wrapped up in a soldier's cloak
For the drums did go with a rap-a-tap-tap
And the fifes did loudly play
"Fare you well, my Polly dear, for
I must be going away."
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Getting In My Way
Dolly Parton
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Dolly Parton
THEMES
Memories/Nostalgia
Love
GENRES
Country and Western
Pop
YEAR
1977
I wish I could forget you, but I won't
I wish I loved another, but I don't
It's just the same, day after day, hey hey
Your memory keeps getting in my way, hey!
Heyy, hey! Heyy, hey!
But I'm hoping I will be alright
But I don't even sleep at night
I close my eyes I see your face
Your memory keeps getting in my way, hey!
Heyy, hey! Heyy, hey!
I don't know why I can't forget you
I don't see why I should let you
Keep messing up my mind with all those thoughts of yesterday
Your memory keeps getting in my way, hey!
Heyy, hey! Heyy, hey!
It's easy for someone to lie
Like, saying I'll forget you and I'll try
Here's hoping that I will someday
Your memory keeps getting in my way, hey!
Heyy, hey! Heyy, hey!
I don't know why I can't forget you
I don't see why I should let you
Keep messing up my mind with all those thoughts of yesterday
Your memory keeps getting in my way, hey!
Heyy, hey! Heyy, hey!
Woo hoo hoo hoo
Woo hoo hoo hoo
[To Fade]
I wish I loved another, but I don't
It's just the same, day after day, hey hey
Your memory keeps getting in my way, hey!
Heyy, hey! Heyy, hey!
But I'm hoping I will be alright
But I don't even sleep at night
I close my eyes I see your face
Your memory keeps getting in my way, hey!
Heyy, hey! Heyy, hey!
I don't know why I can't forget you
I don't see why I should let you
Keep messing up my mind with all those thoughts of yesterday
Your memory keeps getting in my way, hey!
Heyy, hey! Heyy, hey!
It's easy for someone to lie
Like, saying I'll forget you and I'll try
Here's hoping that I will someday
Your memory keeps getting in my way, hey!
Heyy, hey! Heyy, hey!
I don't know why I can't forget you
I don't see why I should let you
Keep messing up my mind with all those thoughts of yesterday
Your memory keeps getting in my way, hey!
Heyy, hey! Heyy, hey!
Woo hoo hoo hoo
Woo hoo hoo hoo
[To Fade]
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Ghost Of A Chance
Rush
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Alex Lifeson
Geddy Lee
Neil Peart
THEMES
Memories/Nostalgia
Love
GENRES
Rock
YEAR
1991
Like a million little doorways
All the choices we made
All the stages we passed through
All the roles we played
For so many different directions
Our separate paths might have turned
With every door that we opened
Every bridge that we burned
Somehow we find each other
Through all that masquerade
Somehow we found each other
Somehow we have stayed
In a state of grace
I don't believe in destiny
Or the guiding hand of fate
I don't believe in forever
Or love as a mystical state
I don't believe in the stars or the planets
Or angels watching from above
But I believe there's a ghost of a chance we can find someone to love
And make it last
And make it last
Like a million little crossroads
Through the back streets of youth
Each time we turn a new corner
A tiny moment of truth
For so many different connections
Our separate paths might have made
With every door that we opened
Every game we played
Somehow we find each other
Through all that masquerade
Somehow we found each other
Somehow we have stayed
In a state of grace
I don't believe in destiny
Or the guiding hand of fate
I don't believe in forever
Or love as a mystical state
I don't believe in the stars or the planets
Or angels watching from above
But I believe there's a ghost of a chance we can find someone to love
And make it last
And make it last
And make it last
I believe there's a ghost of a chance
I believe there's a ghost of a chance we can find someone to love
And make it last
I believe there's a ghost of a chance
And make it last
I believe there's a ghost of a chance
All the choices we made
All the stages we passed through
All the roles we played
For so many different directions
Our separate paths might have turned
With every door that we opened
Every bridge that we burned
Somehow we find each other
Through all that masquerade
Somehow we found each other
Somehow we have stayed
In a state of grace
I don't believe in destiny
Or the guiding hand of fate
I don't believe in forever
Or love as a mystical state
I don't believe in the stars or the planets
Or angels watching from above
But I believe there's a ghost of a chance we can find someone to love
And make it last
And make it last
Like a million little crossroads
Through the back streets of youth
Each time we turn a new corner
A tiny moment of truth
For so many different connections
Our separate paths might have made
With every door that we opened
Every game we played
Somehow we find each other
Through all that masquerade
Somehow we found each other
Somehow we have stayed
In a state of grace
I don't believe in destiny
Or the guiding hand of fate
I don't believe in forever
Or love as a mystical state
I don't believe in the stars or the planets
Or angels watching from above
But I believe there's a ghost of a chance we can find someone to love
And make it last
And make it last
And make it last
I believe there's a ghost of a chance
I believe there's a ghost of a chance we can find someone to love
And make it last
I believe there's a ghost of a chance
And make it last
I believe there's a ghost of a chance
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Ginny In The Mirror
Del Shannon
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Doc Pomus
Mort Shuman
THEMES
Body
Names
Memories/Nostalgia
Love
Sadness
GENRES
Children/Novelty
Pop
YEAR
1962
Every night, how I wanna kiss her
Every night, how I really miss her
Well I'm all alone in my lonely room
And these creaking boards like the sound of doom
And my pain, I look in the looking glass
And I see
Ginny in the mirror
Ginny with her laughing eyes
Ginny in the mirror
Ginny when she said goodbye
When I think, my broken heart's mended
And this misery will be ending
Then I hear a voice in the lonely night
Feel a chill cause there's not a soul in sight
Turn around and look in the looking glass
And I see
Ginny in the mirror
Ginny with her laughing eyes
Ginny in the mirror
Ginny when she said goodbye
How long can I keep on crying
Just how long can I go on dying
Forty days feel like more like forty years
Forty nights lying down in a bed of tears
Through my tears I look in the looking glass
And I see
Ginny in the mirror
Ginny with her laughing eyes
Ginny in the mirror
Ginny when she said goodbye
Every night, how I really miss her
Well I'm all alone in my lonely room
And these creaking boards like the sound of doom
And my pain, I look in the looking glass
And I see
Ginny in the mirror
Ginny with her laughing eyes
Ginny in the mirror
Ginny when she said goodbye
When I think, my broken heart's mended
And this misery will be ending
Then I hear a voice in the lonely night
Feel a chill cause there's not a soul in sight
Turn around and look in the looking glass
And I see
Ginny in the mirror
Ginny with her laughing eyes
Ginny in the mirror
Ginny when she said goodbye
How long can I keep on crying
Just how long can I go on dying
Forty days feel like more like forty years
Forty nights lying down in a bed of tears
Through my tears I look in the looking glass
And I see
Ginny in the mirror
Ginny with her laughing eyes
Ginny in the mirror
Ginny when she said goodbye
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Girl Left Alone
Dolly Parton
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Bill Earl Owens
Dolly Parton
Dorothy Jo Hope
THEMES
Memories/Nostalgia
Sadness
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
1959
There's no hope for me, I'm a girl left alone
With crowds all around me, I feel all alone
I can't tell my story for whom it will hurt
And now I can see that's there's no room for me
I'm a girl left alone, there's no hope for me
I'm tossed to and fro like a ship on a sea
There was a mistake and now I will pay
For those that still love me, I must go on this way
We hear the great story of the great eternity
Where souls can be happy and I will be free
I know I will suffer in this world eternally
But in heaven I wonder if there'll be hope for me
With crowds all around me, I feel all alone
I can't tell my story for whom it will hurt
And now I can see that's there's no room for me
I'm a girl left alone, there's no hope for me
I'm tossed to and fro like a ship on a sea
There was a mistake and now I will pay
For those that still love me, I must go on this way
We hear the great story of the great eternity
Where souls can be happy and I will be free
I know I will suffer in this world eternally
But in heaven I wonder if there'll be hope for me
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Give Your Wife A Kiss For Me
Hank Locklin
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Doc Pomus
Victor Millrose
Vincent Poncia Jr
THEMES
Memories/Nostalgia
Love
Sadness
GENRES
Country and Western
YEAR
1965
Give your wife a kiss for me
But please don't let her know
I still love her, like I did so long ago
Hello Jim, how have you been?
Gee I hope, the years have been good to you
How's Anne? You're a lucky man
Thought I was so smart, but you won the heart, of the best girl I ever knew
So give your wife a kiss for me
But please don't let her know
I still love her, like I did so long ago
Seems like yesterday, I heard you say
Any friend of yours, gotta be a friend of mine
Never thought, that I'd get caught
And in the tangle, in a love triangle, with my best friend beating my time
So give your wife a kiss for me
But please don't let her know
I still love her, like I did so long ago
But please don't let her know
I still love her, like I did so long ago
Hello Jim, how have you been?
Gee I hope, the years have been good to you
How's Anne? You're a lucky man
Thought I was so smart, but you won the heart, of the best girl I ever knew
So give your wife a kiss for me
But please don't let her know
I still love her, like I did so long ago
Seems like yesterday, I heard you say
Any friend of yours, gotta be a friend of mine
Never thought, that I'd get caught
And in the tangle, in a love triangle, with my best friend beating my time
So give your wife a kiss for me
But please don't let her know
I still love her, like I did so long ago
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Going Home
Elvis Presley
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Joy Byers
THEMES
Body
Memories/Nostalgia
Country/Nature
Colours
GENRES
Pop
YEAR
1968
This proud wild land where the wind blows free
Has always been a part of me
It's in my blood, I just can't get it out
For a hundred miles a man can see
And be about as wild as he wants to be
If he feels like shouting, all he's gotta do is shout
Where the purple mountains reach up high
And look like they're gonna touch the sky
Where the canyon walls have stood for a million years
Where the days are hot, the nights are cold
The desert sand looks just like gold
These trails were carved in sweat and blood and tears
Where the painted desert as you pass by
Looks like a rainbow in the sky
The cactus blooms in the early morning sun
Where the nightwings sing and eagles fly
The clouds paint pictures in the sky
The coyotes howl tells you when the day is done
I'm coming home, this time I'm gonna stay
I'm coming home and I ain't never goin' away
My feet are itching to get back home
I've had the desert fever since I've been gone
I need some loving so bad that I can't see
When a woman looks a man in the eye
You know it takes a man to satisfy
Thinking about them girls is killing me
I'm going home, going home
Going home, I'm going home
Going home, going home, going home.
Has always been a part of me
It's in my blood, I just can't get it out
For a hundred miles a man can see
And be about as wild as he wants to be
If he feels like shouting, all he's gotta do is shout
Where the purple mountains reach up high
And look like they're gonna touch the sky
Where the canyon walls have stood for a million years
Where the days are hot, the nights are cold
The desert sand looks just like gold
These trails were carved in sweat and blood and tears
Where the painted desert as you pass by
Looks like a rainbow in the sky
The cactus blooms in the early morning sun
Where the nightwings sing and eagles fly
The clouds paint pictures in the sky
The coyotes howl tells you when the day is done
I'm coming home, this time I'm gonna stay
I'm coming home and I ain't never goin' away
My feet are itching to get back home
I've had the desert fever since I've been gone
I need some loving so bad that I can't see
When a woman looks a man in the eye
You know it takes a man to satisfy
Thinking about them girls is killing me
I'm going home, going home
Going home, I'm going home
Going home, going home, going home.
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Going To Memphis
Johnny Cash
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Johnny Cash
THEMES
Memories/Nostalgia
Country/Nature
Places
GENRES
Rock 'n' Roll
Country and Western
YEAR
1970
[Spoken:]
Ride this train to Pionridge, Mississippi, see that levee there
It's built to hold back the waters of Ol' Man River when he gets on a rampage
And he gets on a rampage believe me
One of these days he's gonna come right over that levee
And we're gonna have to head for the hills again
And you know how that levee was built Mister
Not with machines, it is built with elbow grease
They got the men off the farms out of the houses
Even out of the honky tonks on Saturday night
I don't hardly know how it happened to me it happens fast
I just remember I was in the Green Lantern in Natchez one Saturday night
And somebody pulled a knife and somebody threw the bottle
And the next thing I knew I had a chain on my leg and a shovel in my hand
It seemed like the whole world come down on me
They whipped us like mules and when they did feed us
There was always a fight or a killin' over who's gonna get the biggest piece of meat
Whereas the boss man did't care about the killin'
That is less you killed a good worker then you get killed
If you complain about anything he just liable to give you a chance to get away
You know what I mean
They take the chains off your legs and beg you to run so they can shoot you
[Song:]
Bring a drink of water Leroy
Bring a drink of water, no
If I could get to the mercy man
He'd give me some I know
I got a gal in Vicksburg
Bertha is her name
Wish I's tied to Bertha
Instead of this ball and chain
I'm goin' to Memphis, that's right Lord, yeah
A dude took all my money
Wouldn't let me see the cards
I owe the boss about a hundred years
For sleepin' in his backyard
I'm goin' to Memphis, yeah Memphis
Yeah I'm goin' to Memphis
Like a bitter weed, I'm a bad seed
But when that levee's through and I am too
Let the honky tonk roll on
Come mornin' I'll be gone
I'm goin' to Memphis, yeah Memphis
I never been to Chicago
But it must be a mighty fine place, that's right
I couldn't get past Tennessee
With Mississippi all over my face
I'm goin' to Memphis, that's right Lord, Memphis
Well, the freezin' ground at night
Is my own foldin' bed
Pork salad is my bread and meat
And it will be till I'm dead
Well, I brought me a little water
In a Mr. Prince Albert can
But the boss man caught me drinkin' it
And I believe, he broke my hand
They all call me crazy, for sassin' Mr. Scott
My brother was killed for a deed I did
But I dis remember what, yeah
Well another boy is down
The shovel burned him out
Let me stand on his body
To see what the shoutin's about
I'm goin' to Memphis, yeah I'm goin' to Memphis
Like a bitter weed, I'm a bad seed
But when that levee's through and I am too
Let the honky tonk roll on
Come mornin' I'll be gone
I'm goin' to Memphis, yeah Memphis
Ride this train to Pionridge, Mississippi, see that levee there
It's built to hold back the waters of Ol' Man River when he gets on a rampage
And he gets on a rampage believe me
One of these days he's gonna come right over that levee
And we're gonna have to head for the hills again
And you know how that levee was built Mister
Not with machines, it is built with elbow grease
They got the men off the farms out of the houses
Even out of the honky tonks on Saturday night
I don't hardly know how it happened to me it happens fast
I just remember I was in the Green Lantern in Natchez one Saturday night
And somebody pulled a knife and somebody threw the bottle
And the next thing I knew I had a chain on my leg and a shovel in my hand
It seemed like the whole world come down on me
They whipped us like mules and when they did feed us
There was always a fight or a killin' over who's gonna get the biggest piece of meat
Whereas the boss man did't care about the killin'
That is less you killed a good worker then you get killed
If you complain about anything he just liable to give you a chance to get away
You know what I mean
They take the chains off your legs and beg you to run so they can shoot you
[Song:]
Bring a drink of water Leroy
Bring a drink of water, no
If I could get to the mercy man
He'd give me some I know
I got a gal in Vicksburg
Bertha is her name
Wish I's tied to Bertha
Instead of this ball and chain
I'm goin' to Memphis, that's right Lord, yeah
A dude took all my money
Wouldn't let me see the cards
I owe the boss about a hundred years
For sleepin' in his backyard
I'm goin' to Memphis, yeah Memphis
Yeah I'm goin' to Memphis
Like a bitter weed, I'm a bad seed
But when that levee's through and I am too
Let the honky tonk roll on
Come mornin' I'll be gone
I'm goin' to Memphis, yeah Memphis
I never been to Chicago
But it must be a mighty fine place, that's right
I couldn't get past Tennessee
With Mississippi all over my face
I'm goin' to Memphis, that's right Lord, Memphis
Well, the freezin' ground at night
Is my own foldin' bed
Pork salad is my bread and meat
And it will be till I'm dead
Well, I brought me a little water
In a Mr. Prince Albert can
But the boss man caught me drinkin' it
And I believe, he broke my hand
They all call me crazy, for sassin' Mr. Scott
My brother was killed for a deed I did
But I dis remember what, yeah
Well another boy is down
The shovel burned him out
Let me stand on his body
To see what the shoutin's about
I'm goin' to Memphis, yeah I'm goin' to Memphis
Like a bitter weed, I'm a bad seed
But when that levee's through and I am too
Let the honky tonk roll on
Come mornin' I'll be gone
I'm goin' to Memphis, yeah Memphis
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Golden Days
Mario Lanza
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Dorothy Donnelly
Sigmund Romberg
THEMES
Memories/Nostalgia
Happiness
Love
Time
GENRES
Showtunes
YEAR
1952
Golden days, in the sunshine of a happy youth
Golden days, full of gaiety and full of truth
In our hearts we remember them all else above
Golden days, days of youth and love
How we laughed with the joy that only love can bring
Looking back through memory's eyes
We will know life has nothing sweeter than its springtime
Golden days, when we're young
Golden days
Golden days, full of gaiety and full of truth
In our hearts we remember them all else above
Golden days, days of youth and love
How we laughed with the joy that only love can bring
Looking back through memory's eyes
We will know life has nothing sweeter than its springtime
Golden days, when we're young
Golden days
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