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My baby ever treats me sweet and gentle the way he should; I got it bad and that ain't good!My poor heart is sentimental not made of wood I got it bad and that ain't good! But when the weekend's over and Monday rolls aroun' I end up like I start out just cryin' my heart out He don't love me like I love him nobody could I got it bad and that ain't good!Like alonely weeping willow lost in the wood I got it bad and that ain't good! And the things I tell my pillow no woman should I got it bad and that ain't good! Tho folks with good intentions tell me to save my tears I'm glad I'm mad about him I can't live without him Lord above me make him love me the way he should I got it bad and that ain't good! The poets say that all who love are blind But I'm in love and I know what time it is! The Good Book says "Go seek and ye shall find" Well, I have sought and my what a climb it is! My life is just like the weather It changes with the hours When he's near I'm fair and warmer When he's gone I'm cloudy with showers; in emotion, like the ocean it's either sink or swim When a woman loves a man like I love him. Never treats me sweet and gentle the way he should; I got it bad and that ain't good!My poor heart is sentimental not made of wood I got it bad and that ain't good! But when the weekend's over and Monday rolls aroun' I end up like I start out just cryin' my heart out He don't love me like I love him nobody could I got it bad and that ain't good!Like alonely weeping willow lost in the wood I got it bad and that ain't good! And the things I tell my pillow no woman should I got it bad and that ain't good! Tho folks with good intentions tell me to save my tears I'm glad I'm mad about him I can't live without him Lord above me make him love me the way he should I got it bad and that ain't good! |
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(1956) billy strayhorn, duke ellington
Buddy bolden tune up Blowing horn was his game Born with a silver trumpet in his mouth He played the horn before he talked Born on the after beat He patted his foot before walked When buddy bolden tuned up you could hear him clean Clean across the river clean across the river He woke up the working people and kept the easy living Call on buddy bolden call him buddy bolden Watch it he's calling his flock now He's calling his flock now here they come Call him buddy bolden he's calling his flock now Here they come here they come Come on buddy bolden here they come |
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Duke ellington
Merry mending to you Merry mending merry mending May your convalescence be fun as you chat about prevention Merry mending merry mending Think you're lucky you are the one To get all of that attention Forget about your pills forget about your ills Forget about the bills Get up get out get well again Merry mending health and happiness blending Merry mending to you Merry mending merry mending May your convalescence be fun as you chat about prevention Merry mending merry mending Think you're lucky you are the one To get all of that attention Forget about your pills forget about your ills Forget about the bills Get up get out get well again Merry mending merry mending merry mending Merry mending merry mending to you |
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(1939) Duke Ellington, Billy Strayhorn
I want something to live for Someone to make my life an adventurous dream Oh, what wouldn't I give for Someone who'd take my life and make it seem Gay as they say it ought to be Why can't I have love like that brought to me? My eye is watching the noon crowds Searching the promenades seeking a clue To the one who will someday be my Something to live for Something to live for Something to live for |
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(1956) Duke Ellington, Straylor
I belong to you and I know I show it You belong to me baby you'd better know it Give me all your love sugar spice and sweet honey Don't you ever quit Not for love or money I'd do most anything Just to amuse you But ther's nothing that I wouln't do Thought that I would ever lose you When I play the game I can't afford to blow it Cos I play for keeps you'd better know it Yes I'd do most anything just to amuse you But there's nothing that I wouldn't do If I ever thought I'd lose you When I play the game I can't afford to blow it Cos I play for keeps you better know it |
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(1947) Duke Ellington
I like the sunrise cos it brings a new day I like the new day it brings new hope they say I like the sunrise blazing in the new sky Nighttime's so weary and oh so am I Every evening I wish upon a star That my brand new tomorrow isn't very far When that heavy blue curtain on night Is high in the sky way out of sight I like the sunrise so heavenly to see I like the sunrise and I hope it likes poor me |
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In my solitude you haunt me With reveries of days gone by In my solitude you taunt me With memories that never dieI sit in my chair Filled with despair Nobody could be so sad With gloom ev'rywhere I sit and I stare I know that I'll soon go madIn my solitude I'm praying Dear Lord above Send back my loveIn my solitude you haunt me With reveries of days gone by In my solitude you taunt me With memories that never dieI sit in my chair I'm filled with despair There's no one could be so sad With gloom ev'rywhere I sit and I stare I know that I'll soon go madIn my solitude I'm praying Dear Lord above Send back my love |
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Way down at Mister Joe's Cafe
They're takin' someone far away And if you hear a song today It's a sad tune that you'll be playin': She's leavin' and folks are feelin' so low They're grievin' and they're consolin' poor Joe Gonna miss her song Gonna miss her smile She'll be travlin' alone down That last long mile They're sighin' With all thei trouble and woes They're Cryin' 'cause they all loved The gal from Joe's. |
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(1953) Billy Strayhorn, Johnny Mercer, Duke Ellington
Cigarette holder which wigs me Over her shoulder, she digs me. Out cattin' that satin doll. Baby, shall we go out skippin ? Careful, amigo, you're flippin', Speaks Latin that satin doll. She's nobody's fool so I'm playing it cool as can be. I'll give it a whirl but I ain't for no girl catching me, Swich-e-rooney. Telephone numbers well you know, Doing my rhumbas with uno And that'n my satin doll. |
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Doo do do, do do do-oo do, do do Doo do do, do do do Doo do do, do do do-oo do, do do Doo do do, do do doIt dont mean a thing, if you cant swing Dooa doa doa doa doa doaa Well, it dont mean a thing, all you gotta do is sing Dooa doa doa doa doa doaaMakes no diffrence if its sweet or hot Give that rhythm evrything you´ve gotIt dont mean a thing, all you gotta do is swing Dooa doa doa doaaIt dont mean a thing, if you aint got that swing Piano It dont mean a thing, all you gotta do is sing Piano Makes no diffrence if its sweet or hot Piano It dont mean a thing, no, it dont mean a thing PianoIt dont mean a thing, if you aint got that swing Yeah, doa, ooh, doa, ooh doa, oyeah It dont mean a thing, all you gotta do is swing Well, doa, ooh doa, ooh doa (doa doa)Makes no diffrence if its sweet or hot Give that rhythm evrything youve gotIt dont mean a thing, if you cant swing It dont mean a thing, if you cant sing Sing your song, all day long All the time, right on time Evry day, evry way Makes no diffrence, sweet or hot Give that song, all you got Sing it, sing it, Doa, doa, o yeah, doa, allright, o yeah, Sing the song, all day long Doaa, o yeah |
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Now every woman is entitled to one mistake
The Lord knows I've made one But baby forgive me half a chance I wanna make it up to you Come on back Jack hey Jack come on come on back Come on back Jack hey Jack come on come on back Who's calling me oh who's calling me Come on back Jack hey Jack come on come on back When I told you I was through And I told you To move on I didn't know I'd miss you so But baby I was wrong Those nights without your love They ain't worth thinking of haha Come on back Jack hey Jack come on come on back Come on back Jack hey Jack come on come on back Oh woman save your breath Little woman save your breath Come on back Jack hey Jack come on come on back When you told me you was through And you told me to move on I found a sweeter love than you And it didn't take me long No now baby please don't you do that to me I need your crazy kisses so to rock me tenderly Those nights without your love They ain't worth thinking of haha Come on back Jack hey Jack come on come on back Come on back Jack hey Jack come on come on back I'm never coming back ain't never coming back Come on back Jack hey Jack come on come on back Now I'm pleading with you baby What you got to say about it I ain't coming honey Now please I'll apologize I admit I was wrong I'll help you all I can But ain't coming remember I told you I'd get on my feet again Now wait a minute Jack I'll help you I told you I was sorry Baby I done found someone else |
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Well once I lived the life of a millionaire
Spending my money, I didn't care Takin' my friends out for a mighty good time Buyin' boot leg liquor, champagne and wine Then I began to fall so low Couldn't find me no friends Had no place to go If I ever get my hands on a dollar again I'm gonna hold on to it, till the eagle grinsI said nobody knows you When you're down and out In your pocket, you ain't got one penny And your friends, you didn't have any Just as soon as you get up on your feet again Here they all come, they say that they're your long-lost friend Oh lord without a doubt Nobody wants you Nobody needs you Nobody wants you When you're down and outI sayNobody wants you Nobody needs you Nobody wants you when you're down and out |
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I want a little sugar
in my bowl I want a little sweetness down in my soul I could stand some lovin' Oh so bad I feel so funny and I feel so sad I want a little steam on my clothes Maybe I can fix things up so they'll go What's a matter Daddy Come on, save my soul I need some sugar in my bowl I ain't foolin' I want some sugar in my bowl You've been acting different I've been told Soothe me I want some sugar in my bowl I want some steam on my clothes Maybe I can fix things up so they'll go What's a matter Daddy Come on save my soul I want some sugar in my bowl I ain't foolin' I want some sugar in my bowl. |
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