Meet Me Half Way
Composer(s): Giorgio Moroder; Tom Whitlock
Performer(s): Kenny Loggins; Sunset Pops Orch.



In a lifetime
Made of memories
I believe
In destiny

Every moment returns again in time
When I've got the future on my mind
Know that you'll be the only one

Meet me halfway
Across the sky
Out where the world belongs
to only you and I

Meet me halfway
Across the sky
Make this a new beginning of another life

In a lifetime
There is only love
Reaching for the lonely one

We are stronger when we are given love
When we put emotions on the line
Know that we are the timeless ones

Meet me halfway
Across the sky
Out where the world belongs
to only you and I

Meet me halfway
Across the sky
Make this a new beginning of another life

Meet me halfway
Across the sky
Out where the world belongs
to only you and I

Meet me halfway
Across the sky
Make this a new beginning of another life

On The Way Home
Composer(s): Neil Young
Performer(s): Buffalo Springfield;
and various other artists



When the dream came 
I held my breath with my eyes closed 
I went insane
Like a smoke ring day 
When the wind blows 
Now I won't be back till later on 
If I do come back at all 
But you know me, and I miss you now 

In a strange game 
I saw myself as you knew me 
When the change came
And you had a 
Chance to see through me 
Though the other side is just the same 
You can tell my dream is real 
Because I love you, can you see me now

Though we rush ahead to save our time 
We are only what we feel 
And I love you, can you feel it now

Meditation
Composer(s): Norman Gimbel; 
Antonio Carlos Jobim; Newton Mendonça
Performer(s): Doris Day
and various other artists



In my loneliness
When you're gone and I'm all by myself
And I need your caress
I just think of you

And the thought of you holding me near
Makes my loneliness soon disappear
Though you're far away
I have only close my eyes, and you are back to stay

I just close my eyes
And the sadness that missing you brings
Soon is gone and this heart of mine sings

Yes, I love you so, and that for me is all I need to know
I will wait for  you
'Til the sun falls from out of the sky, for what else can I do?
I will wait for you
Meditating how sweet life will be when you come back to me

On The Trail
Composer(s): Harold Adamson; Ferde Grofé
Performer(s): Frankie Laine;
and various other artists



(Hee-hop, hee-hop, mule)

(Hop-hee-hop, hee-hop)

The stubbornest mule I ever saw
He's tossin' his head, he's raisin' ol' Ned
He's gettin' me all of a twitter
That ornery critter, he goes

He must have been born in Arkansas
Don't want to be led, he wants to be fed
Why he'd make the Statue of Liberty
Flibberty-gibberty

He's hankerin' for a hunk of straw
He can't hear my song, he's joggin' along
His footsteps that are beating, are tellin' him soon
He'll be eatin' his fill
(Clipperty-hopperti, clipperty-clop)
(Clipperty-hopperti, clipperty-clop)
(Clipperty-hopperti)
Over the rim of the hill

We're on the trail
The sun is low, the canyon is wide
Hi-ee, hi-oo
We sing a song as we ride

We're on the trail
My mule and I, we haven't a care
Hi-ee, hi-oo
My heart is free as the air

Out on the ole painted desert
I know a wonderful site
Where we can build us a fire
Where we can spend the night

The sun will rise
And in the skies, the stars grow pale
Hi-ee, hi-oo
And we'll be back on the trail
Be back on the trail, the trail, the trail

Meanwhile
Composer(s): Glenn Shorrock
Performer(s): Glenn Shorrock



Looked at my window for Robinson Crusoe
all I can see is Daniel Defoe
everyone movin' in different directions
I don't know which way I can go, tell me

Now I like the blues and I like cathedrals
I like the ladies' hands on my knee
I don't care what you think of my music
I sure care a lot what you think about me

Meanwhile, the man inside me rages
he's tryin' to be free, you know he tryin' to be released
Meanwhile, clean out your cages
the nearer you're gonna get, the closer you're gonna be
the nearer you'll get, the closer you'll be
the nearer you'll get, the closer you'll be
the nearer you get ... the closer you'll be

I like the blues, and I like the Beatles
I like the ladies' hands on my knee
I don't care what you think of my music
I sure care a lot what you think about me

Meanwhile, the man inside me rages
he's trying to be free, you know he's tryin' to be released
Meanwhile, clean out your cages
the nearer you're gonna get, the closer you're gonna be
the nearer you'll get, the closer you'll be
the nearer you'll get, the closer you'll be
the nearer you get ... the closer you'll be

On The Sunny Side Of The Street
Composer(s): Dorothy Fields; Jimmy McHugh
Performer(s): Jo Stafford;
and various other artists



Grab your coat and get your hat
Leave your worry on the doorstep
Just direct your feet
To the sunny side of the street

Can't you hear a pitterpat?
And that happy tune is your step
Life can be so sweet
On the sunny side of the street

I used to walk in the shade
With those blues on parade
But I'm not afraid
This rover crossed over

If I never have a cent
I'll be rich as Rockefeller
Gold dust at my feet
On the sunny side of the street

Meaning Of The Blues
Composer(s): Leah Worth; Bobby Troup
Originally performed by: Julie London
Covered by various other artists



Blue was just the color of the sea
Till my lover left me
Blue was just a bluebird in a tree
Till he said "Forget me"

Blue always made me think of summer
Cloudless summer skies so fresh and warm
But now the blue I see is more like winter
Winter skies with clouds about to storm

Blue was just the color of his eyes
Till he said "Goodbye, love"
Blue was just a ribbon for first prize
Till he said, "Don't cry, love"

And blues were only torch songs
Fashioned for impulsive ingénues
But now I know, too well I know
Too well I know the meaning of the blues

Mama, You Been On My Mind ((aka Baby You've Been On My Mind (Linda Ronstadt) - 1969))
((Swedish Version: Jag Har Tänkt På Dej (by Mikael Wiehe) - 2004))
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
First release by: Bob Dylan - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists



Perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flat
An' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standing at
Or maybe it's the weather or something like that
But mama, you been on my mind

I don't mean trouble, please don't put me down or get upset
I am not pleadin' or sayin', "I can't forget"
I do not walk the floor bowed down an' bent, but yet
Mama, you been on my mind

Even though my mind is hazy an' my thoughts they might be narrow
Where you been don't bother me nor bring me down in sorrow
It don't even matter to me where you're wakin' up tomorrow
But mama, you're just on my mind

I am not askin' you to say words like "yes" or "no"
Please understand me, I got no place for you t' go
I'm just breathin' to myself, pretendin' not that I don't know
Mama, you been on my mind

When you wake up in the mornin', baby, look inside your mirror
You know I won't be next to you, you know I won't be near
I'd just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear
As someone who has had you on his mind
 

On The Sunny Side Of The Rockies
Composer(s): Roy Ingraham; Harry Tobias
Performer(s): Jimmie Davis; Slim Whitman



On the sunny side of the Rockies
Where the desert kissed the sea
There I left my love near the Rockies
When we said goodbye tenderly

Tho mountains are high, and we're far apart
In my dreams I'm with my sweetheart
On the sunny side of the Rockies
Where the desert kissed the sea

Mean Woman Blues
Composer(s): Claude Demetrius
Originally performed by: Elvis Presley
Covered by various other artists



I got a woman
Mean as she can be
I got a woman
Mean as she can be
Sometimes I think
She's almost mean as me

A black cat up and died of fright
cause she crossed his path last night
Oh, I got a woman
Mean as she can be
Sometimes I think
She's almost mean as me

She kiss so hard, she bruise my lips
Hurts so good, my heart just flips
Oh, I got a woman
Mean as she can be
Sometimes I think
Shes almost mean as me

The strangest gal I ever had
Never happy less she's mad
Oh, I got a woman
Mean as she can be
Sometimes I think
She's almost mean as me

She makes love without a smile
Ooh, hot dog that drives me wild
Oh, I got a woman
Mean as she can be
Sometimes I think
She's almost mean as me

On The Sentimental Side
Composer(s): Johnny Burke; James V. Monaco
Performer(s): Al Bowlly;
and various other artists



If you wonder why I'm near you
Even though I've been denied
I'm inclined to be a little
On the sentimental side

I suppose I should forget you
If I had an ounce of pride
But I guess I can't help being
On the sentimental side

I should act gay
Laugh it off and say, "Faretheewell"
Say it just didn't wear well
But I'm not that way

I'm in hopes you'll think it over
And perhaps be satisfied
With a simple sort of person 
On the sentimental side

Mean To Me
Composer(s): Roy Turk; Fred E. Ahlert
Performer(s): Ruth Etting
and various other artists



You're mean to me
Why must you be mean to me?
Gee, honey, it seems to me
You love to see me cryin'
I don't know why
I stay home each night
When you say you phone
You don't and I'm left alone
Sing the blues and sighin'
You treat me coldly each day in the year
You always scold me
Whenever somebody is near, dear
I must be great fun to be mean to me
You shouldn't, for can't you see
What you mean to me

Mean Talking Blues
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie
Performer(s): Woody Guthrie



I'm the meanest man that ever had a brain
All I scatter is aches and pains
I'm carbolic acid, and a poison face
And I stand flat-footed in favor of crime and disgrace
If I ever done a good deed -- I'm sorry of it

I'm mean in the East, mean in the West
Mean to the people that I like the best
I go around a-causin' lot of accidents
And I push folks down, and I cause train wrecks
I'm a big disaster -- just goin' somewhere's to happen
I'm an organized famine -- studyin' now I can be a little bit meaner
I'm still a whole lot too good to suit myself -- just mean...

I ride around on the subway trains
Laughin' at the tight shoes dealin' you pain
And I laugh when the car shakes from side to side
I laugh my loudest when other people cry
Can't help it -- I was born good, I guess
Just like you or anybody else ---
But then I... just turned off mean

I hate ev'rybody don't think like me
And I'd rather see you dead than I'd ever see you free
Rather see you starved to death
Than see you at work
And I'm readin' all the books I can
To learn how to hurt
Daily Misery -- spread diseases
Keep you without no vote
Keep you without no union

Well, I hurt when I see you gettin' 'long so well
I'd ten times rather see you in the fires of hell
I can't stand to fixed... see you there all fixed up in that house so nice
I'd rather keep you in that rotten hole, with the bugs and the lice
And the roaches, and the turnamights
And the sand fleas, and the tater bugs
And the grub worms, and the stingarees
And the tarantulas, and the spiders, childs of the earth
The ticks and the blow-flies 
These is all of my little angels
That go 'round helpin' me do the best parts of my meanness
And mosquiters...

Well, I used to be a pretty fair organized feller
Till I turned a scab and then I turned off yeller
Fought ev'ry union with teeth and toenail
And I sprouted a six-inch stinger right in the middle of the tail
And I growed horns...
And then I cut 'em off, I wanted to fool you
I hated union ever'where
'Cause God likes unions
And I hate God!

Well, if I can get the fat to hatin' the lean
That'd tickle me more than anything I've seen
Then get the colors to fightin' one another
And friend against friend, and brother... and sister against brother
That'll be just it
Everybody's brains a-boilin' in turpentine
And their teeth fallin' out all up and down the streets
That'll just suit me fine
'Cause I hate ever'thing that's union
And I hate ever'thing that's organized
And I hate ever'thing that's planned
And I love to hate and I hate to love!
I'm mean, I'm just mean...

On The South Sea Isle
Composer(s): Harry Von Tilzer



Down upon the south sea island
Where I long to be, it's my land
Oriental breezes fan the air, there
On the beach of old Whi Woola
You can see the hula hula
Pretty maidens dancing everywhere, so fair
In the night time, that's the right time
All the world's in tune
Oriental, sentimental, dusky lovers croon

Humm, humm, humm, humm
Sweet melodies fill the air
Strange harmonies you will hear most everywhere
Just humm, humm, humm, humm
You'll hear them singing while you're there
Ukaleles strumming too
They'll play so soft for you
While dusky maidens will try hard to woo with
Humm, humm, humm, humm
It's worth your while, on the south sea isle

In this dreamy land of pleasure
There are memories I treasure
Moonlight strolls along the silv'ry sand, and
Loving eyes that seem to haunt me
Lips that used to laugh and taunt me
List'ning to the oriental band, so grand
Birds a-cooing, lovere wooing
As they stroll along
Tropic moonlight, dreamy spoonlight
Just a world of song

Humm, humm, humm, humm
Sweet melodies fill the air
Strange harmonies you will hear most everywhere
Just humm, humm, humm, humm
You'll hear them singing while you're there
Ukaleles strumming too
They'll play so soft for you
While dusky maidens will try hard to woo with
Humm, humm, humm, humm
It's worth your while, on the south sea isle

Mean Old World
Composer(s): Little Walter
Originally performed by: Little Walter
Covered by various other artists



This is a mean old world, try and live it by yourself
This is a mean old world, try and live it by yourself
Can't get the one you love, have to use somebody else

I've got the blues, gonna pack my things and go
I've got the blues, gonna pack my things and go
Guess you don't love me, babe, loving mister so-and-so

Sometimes I wonder why can your love be so cold?
Sometimes I wonder why can your love be so cold?
I guess you don't love me, gonna pack my things and go

On The Road Again
Composer(s): Willie Nelson
Performer(s): Willie Nelson



Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is makin' music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again

On the road again
goin' places that I've never been
Seein' things that I may never see again
And I can't wait to get on the road again

On the road again
like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
We're the best of friends
Insisting that the world be turnin' our way

And our way
Is on is on the road again
Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is makin' music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again

Mean Old Frisco
Composer(s): Arthur "Big Boy" Crudup
Performer(s): Eric Clapton



Well that mean old dirty Frisco and that low down Santa Fe
Mean old Frisco and that low down Santa Fe
You know they take my girl away, Lord, and blow back out on me

Well my mama, she done told me, and my papa told me too
Mama told me and my papa told me too
A woman that gets in your face, Lord she ain't no friend for you

Well I'm goin' away now baby, and I won't be back until fall
Goin' away, baby. Lord, I won't be back till fall
If I don't come back by then, Lord, I won't be back at all

Well that mean old dirty Frisco and that low down Santa Fe
Mean old Frisco and that low down Santa Fe
Gonna take my gal away, Lord, and blow back out on me

On The Road Again
Composer(s): Floyd Jones; Alan Wilson
Performer(s): Canned Heat



Well, I'm so tired of crying
But I'm out on the road again
I'm on the road again
Well, I'm so tired of crying
But I'm out on the road again
I'm on the road again
I ain't got no woman
Just to call my special friend
You know the first time I traveled hard
Out in the rain and snow 
In the rain and snow
You know the first time I traveled hard
Out in the rain and snow 
In the rain and snow
I didn't have no payroll
Not even no place to go
And my dear mother left me
When I was quite young 
When I was quite young
And my dear mother left me
When I was quite young
When I was quite young
She said "Lord, have mercy
On my wicked son"
Take a hint from me, mama
Please don't you cry no more 
Don't you cry no more
Take a hint from me, mama
Please don't you cry no more 
Don't you cry no more
'Cause it's soon one morning
Down the road I'm going
But I aint going down
That long old lonesome road
All by myself
But I aint going down
That long old lonesome road
All by myself
I can't carry you, Baby
Gonna carry somebody else

On The Road Again
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
Performer(s): Bob Dylan



Well, I woke up in the morning
There's frogs inside my socks
Your mama, she's a-hidin'
Inside the icebox
Your daddy walks in wearin'
A Napoleon Bonaparte mask
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, do you have to ask?

Well, I go to pet your monkey
I get a face full of claws
I ask who's in the fireplace
And you tell me Santa Claus
The milkman comes in
He's wearing a derby hat
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, how come you have to ask me that?

Well, I asked for something to eat
I'm hungry as a hog
So I get brown rice, seaweed
And a dirty hot dog
I've got a hole
Where my stomach disappeared
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, I gotta think you're really weird

Your grandpa's cane
It turns into a sword
Your grandma prays to pictures
That are pasted on a board
Everything inside my pockets
Your uncle steals
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, I can't believe that you're for real

Well, there's fist fights in the kitchen
They're enough to make me cry
The mailman comes in
Even he's gotta take a side
Even the butler
He's got something to prove
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, how come you don't move?

Mean Old Bed Bug Blues
Composer(s): Ernest Tubb
Performer(s): Ernest Tubb



Did you ever see a bed bug that looks just like a whale?
Did you ever see a bed bug that looks just like a whale?
Well if you never did you never in a real jail

These bugs are divin’ me crazy I don’t know what to do
These bugs are divin’ me crazy I don’t know what to do
I could turn my bed over but they’re all over side too

There’s a boy in here with me with 99 years to go
There’s a boy in here with me with 99 years to go
Boy these dog gone bud bugs will get fed up on him I know

This here old jailer sure is a mean old man
This old jailer sure is a mean old man
All he bring me is beans in my little old bent up can

Just like a little old dog’s can

Got a letter from my baby she didn’t have much to say
I got a letter from my Mama she didn’t have much to say
She said son don’t let them bed bugs whittle my Daddy away

Well I’ll soon be leavin’ and I’ll be so glad to go
I’ll soon be leavin’ and I’ll be so glad to go
‘Cause these dog gone bed bugs done got me beat I know