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If it hadn't been for cotton-eye joe I'd been married long time ago Where did you come from. Where did you go? Where did you come from cotton-eye joe? (repeat) He came to town like a midwinter storm He rode through the fields so Handsome and strong His eyes was his tools and his smile was his gun But all he had come for was having some fun (repeat intro) He brought disaster wherever he went The hearts of the girls was to hell broken sent They all ran away so nobody would know And left only men cause of cotton-eye joe (repeat intro) |
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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) 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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(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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Bouncing off your wall
Pathways of my mind Are on their way Another way For today Ohho You want me to see you I can not see you You want me to come for you I can not come for you You want an assignment I see no concession Shall I hang my head with yours and be blue Send away laughter And spend all my time, com'on darling Thinking about you Don't you know there are things I can't do My mind is on its way Another way For today Ohho My spirit is so foreign You want silence My spirit Is taking flight But baby you wanna cry tonight Shall I hang my head with yours Send away laughter and fun And spend all my time Thinking about you Only about you Don't you know there are things That I can't do My mind is on its way Another way For today Heyheyy.... |
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yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah alright yesee-line woman she drink coffee she drink tea and then go home see-line womansee-line woman dressed in green wears silk stockings with golden seams see-line womansee-line woman dressed in red make a man lose his head see-line womansee-line woman black dress on for a thousand dollars she wail and she moan see-line womanwiggle wiggle turn like a cat wink at a man and he wink back now child see-line womanempty his pockets and wreck his days make him love her and she'll fly awaysee-line woman take it on out now empty his pockets and she wreck his days and she make him love her then she sure fly away she got a black dress on for a thousand dollars she wail and she moan... |
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Ne me Quitte pas Ne me quitte pas/Il faut oublier Tout peut s'oublier Qui s'enfuit deja Oublier le temps/Des malentendus Et le temps perdu A savoir comment Oublier ces heures Qui tuaient parfois A coups de pourquoi/Le coeur du bonheur Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas/Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Moi je t'offrirai Des perles de pluie/Je creuserai la terre Jusqu'apres ma mort Pour couvrir ton corps D'or et de lumiere Je ferai un domaine Ou l"amour sera roi/ Ou l'amour sera loi Ou tu seras reine Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas/Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Je 'inventerai Des mots insenses/Que tu comprendras Je te parlerai De ces amants-la Qui ont vu deux fois/Leurs coeurs s'embraser Je te raconterai L'histoire de ce roi Mort de n'avoir pas/Pu te rencontrer Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas On a vu souvent Rejaillir le feu/De l'ancien volcan Qu'on croyait trop vieux Il est parait-il Des terres brulees/Donnant plus de ble Qu'un meilleur avril Et quand vient le soir Pour qu'un ciel flamboie Le rouge et le noir Ne s'epousent-ils pas Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Je ne vais plus pleurer Je ne vais plus parler/Je me cacherai la A te regarder Danser et sourire Et a t'ecouter Chanter et puis rire Laisse-moi devenir/L'ombre de ton ombre L'ombre de ta main L'ombre de ton chien mais Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas |
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Langston Hughes, Nina SimoneMr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash
Just who do think I am You raise my taxes, freeze my wages And send my son to VietnamYou give me second class houses And second class schools Do you think that alla colored folks Are just second class fools Mr. Backlash, I'm gonna leave you With the backlash bluesWhen I try to find a job To earn a little cash All you got to offer Is your mean old white backlash But the world is big Big and bright and round And it's full of folks like me Who are black, yellow, beige and brown Mr. Backlash, I'm gonna leave you With the backlash bluesMr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash Just what do you think I got to lose I'm gonna leave you With the backlash blues You're the one will have the blues Not me, just wait and see |
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Ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes
Ain't got no money, ain't got no class Ain't got no skirts, ain't got no sweaters Ain't got no faith, ain't got no beard Ain't got no mind Ain't got no mother, ain't got no culture Ain't got no friends, ain't got no schooling Ain't got no love, ain't got no name Ain't got no ticket, ain't got no token Ain't got no God What have I got? Why am I alive anyway? Yeah, what have I got? Nobody can take away I got my hair, I got my head I got my brains, I got my ears I got my eyes, I got my nose I got my mouth, I got my smile I got my tongue, I got my chin I got my neck, I got my boobs I got my heart, I got my soul I got my back, I got my sex I got my arms, I got my hands I got my fingers, got my legs I got my feet, I got my toes I got my liver, got my blood I've got life, I've got my freedom I've got the life I got a headache, and toothache And bad times too like you I got my hair, I got my head I got my brains, I got my ears I got my eyes, I got my nose I got my mouth, I got my smile I got my tongue, I got my chin I got my neck, I got my boobies I got my heart, I got my soul I got my back, I got my sex I got my arms, I got my hands I got my fingers, got my legs I got my feet, I got my toes I got my liver, got my blood I've got life, I've got my freedom I've got life, I'm gonna keep it I've got life, I'm gonna keep it |
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let me cry Let me sigh when I'm blue
Let me go away from this lonely town, Won't be long till my sun will be blue, Cos I know I'm on my last go round. All the love I could steal, beg or borrow, Wouldn't heal all the pain in my soul. What is love? Only a prelude to sorrow, With a heartbreak ahead for your goal, Here I go - Now you know why I'm leaving. Got the blues. What can I lose? Goodbye! What is love? Only a prelude to sorrow, With a heartbreak ahead for your goal, Here I go - Now you know why I'm leaving. I got the blues. What can I lose? Goodbye! |
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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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Rudy Stevenson
Ain't no use baby I'm leaving the scene Ain't no use baby You're too doggone mean Yes I'm tired of paying dues Having the blues Hitting bad news Ain't no use baby Ain't no use baby I'm leaving town Ain't no use daddy I'm putting you down I'm gonna change my name Things won't be the same Cos I'm tired of palying your game Ain't no use baby I tell you ain't no use I tried all these years Lord knows I've tried Yes and I cried deep down inside But daddy why complain It's all over and you're to blame yeah yeah Ain't no use baby Shed them tears Ain't no use baby I cried for years for too many years You done had your fun Ain't no use Ain't no use Ain't no use daddy Ain't no use |
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stay away from me
cause i'm in my sin stay away from me cause i'm in my sin if this joint is raided somebody get me my gin don't try me nobody cause you will never win don't try me nobody cause you will never win i'll fight the army and navy somebody give me my gin i don't want no clothes i don't want no bed i don't want no clothes yeah want no bed want no pork chops and greens just give me gin instead stay away from me cause i'm in my sin stay away from me yeah cause i'm in my sin joint is raided i don't care! give me my gin! i'm in my sin joint is raided lets go home so i can get me my gin |
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Richard Rodgers, Lorenz Hart
Sprinh is here Why doesn't my heart go dancing Spring is here Why isn't the waltz entrancing No desire no ambition leads me Maybe it's becaus nobody needs me Spring is here Why doesn't the breeze delight me Stars appear Why doesn't the night invite me But maybe it's because nobody loves me Spring is here I hear Somebody told me spring is here |
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(1960) Jule Styne, Adolph Green, Betty Comden
Let's go Just in time you found me just in time Before you came my time was running low I was lost them losing dice were tossed My bridges all were crossed nowhere to go Now you're here now I know just where I'm going No more doubt or fear I've found my way Your love came just in time you found me just in time And changed my lonely nights that lucky day Just in time Before you came my time was running low oh baby I was lost them losing dice were tossed My bridges all were crossed nowhere to go Now you're here now I know just where I'm going No more doubt or fear I've found my way Your love came just in time you've found me just in time And changed my lonely nights and changed my lonely nights And changed my lonely nights and changed my lonely nights And changed my lonely nights that lucky day |
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There is a house in New Orleans Call it the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin Of many a poor girl And me, oh Lord, I'm oneIf I'd listened what my mama said Be at home today Bein' so young And foolish, my Lord Let a gambler lead me astrayMy mother was a tailor Sews new blue jeans My sweetheart's is a drunkarad, Lord Drinks down in New OrleansGo tell my baby sister Never do what I have done Shun that house in New Orleans They call it the Rising SunGoin' back to New Orleans Race is almost run Goin' back to spend my life Beneath, beneath, beneath, oh Lord Beneath, oh now Beneath the rising, rising sun Now, nowYou come on bye |
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Near to you, near to you
Even though you're far away So near to you, always near to you As near as april is to may Can't you feel me there, in my favourite chair Staring at the fireplace? Oh so near to you, always near to you Even now it seems we're face to face But it is just if though I was standing before you Telling you how much I adore you If I'm really dear to you, near to you We may be far apart and yet If I'm in your heart, really in your heart How near to you can I get (2x) Oh so near to you, always near to you As near as april is to may Can't you feel me there, in my favourite chair Staring at the fireplace? Oh so near to you, always near to you Even now it seems we're face to face But it is just if though I was standing before you Telling you how much I adore you If I'm really dear to you, near to you We may be far apart and yet If I'm in your heart, really in your heart How near to you can I get? How near to you can I get? How near to you, can I get? |
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Sebastian Mure
When I was a young girl I used to see pleasure When I was a young girl I used to drink ale Right out of the ale house and into the jail house Right out of the bar room and down to my grave Come mama come papa sit you beside me Come mama come papa and pity my case My poor heart is aching my heart it is breaking My body salve-aided and I'm bound to die Go send for the preacher to come and pray for me Go send for the doctor to heal up my My poor heart is aching my heart it is breaking My body salve-aided and hell is my home I want three young ladies to bear up my coffin I want three young ladies to take me along I want them to carry a bunch of wild roses To put on my body as I pass along One morning one morning in May One morning one morning in May I spy this young lady all clad in white linnen All clad in white linnen cold as a clay When I was a young girl I used to see pleasure When I was a young girl I used to drink ale Right out of the bar room Right out of the ale house and into the jail house Right out of the bar room down to my grave |
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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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(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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My skin is black
My arms are long My hair is woolly My back is strong Strong enough to take the pain inflicted again and again What do they call me My name is AUNT SARAH My name is Aunt SarahMy skin is yellow My hair is long Between two worlds I do belong My father was rich and white He forced my mother late one night What do they call me My name is SAFFRONIA My name is SaffroniaMy skin is tan My hair is fine My hips invite you my mouth like wine Whose little girl am I? Anyone who has money to buy What do they call me My name is SWEET THING My name is Sweet ThingMy skin is brown my manner is tough I'll kill the first mother I see my life has been too rough I'm awfully bitter these days because my parents were slaves What do they call me My name is PEACHES |
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Cross, Cory
I'll look around And when I've found me somebody who laughs like you I know somewhere spring must fill the air with sweetness Just as rare as a flower that you gave me to wear So I'll look around Sweetheart and when i've found me somebody Somebody who laughs like you I'll know this love that I've been dreaming of And it won't be the old love that I always knew Mmm who laughs like you I know somewhere spring must fill the air with sweetness Just as rare as a flower that you gave me to wear So I'll look around And when I've found me somebody who laughs like you I'll know this love that I've been dreaming of And it won't be the old love that I always knew |
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