Ballad Of Ira Hayes
Composer(s): Peter La Farge
First release by: Peter La Farge - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists



Gather 'round you people and a story I will tell
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the tribe of Pima Indians, a proud and a peaceful band
They farmed the Phoenix Valley in Arizona land
Down their ditches for a thousand years the sparkling water rushed
Till their white man stole their water rights and the running water hushed
Now Ira's folks were hungry and their farms wene crops of weeds
But when war came he volunteers and forgot, the white man's greed
Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
Yes, call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war

They started up Iwo Jima Hill, 250 men
But only 27 lived to walk back down that hill again
And when the fight was over and the old glory raised
One of the men who held it high was the Indian Ira Hayes
Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war

Now Ira returned a hero, celebrated throughout the land
He was wined and speeched and honored, everybody shook his hand
But he was just a Pima Indian, no money crops, no chance
And at home nobody cared what Ira had done and the wind did the Indian's dance
Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war

And Ira started drinking hard, jail was often his home
They let him raise the flag there and lower it like you'd throw a dog a bone
He died drunk early one morning, alone in the land he had fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch was the grave for Ira Hayes
Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
Yes, call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war

Yes, call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, but his land is still as dry
And his ghost is lying thirsty in the ditch where Ira died
Call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war
Yes, call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war

Caminemos
Composer(s): H. Martins
Performer(s): Raphael



No, ya no debo pensar que te ame
Es preferible olvidar que sufri
No, no concibo que todo acabo
Que este sueño de amor termino
Que la vida nos separo sin querer
Caminemos
Tal vez nos veremos despues

Esta es la ruta que estaba marcada
Y sigo insistiendo en tu amor
Que se perdio en la nada
Y vivo caminando sin saber donde llegar
Tal vez caminando la vida nos vuelva a juntar
Y vivo caminando sin saber donde llegar
Tal vez caminando la vida nos vuelva a juntar

Farewell
Composer(s): Jim McCarty;
Keith Relf; Paul Samwell-Smith
Performer(s): The Yardbirds



Looking at the world around
For the very first time
Never seen it all before
Hope it's not all mine

On Monday morning all alone
I woke within my house of stone
I ventured forth unto the day
These things I saw upon my way

Trees and flowers were wrapped around
With people's castoffs on the ground
Roads and noise of glass and steel
And people snared within the wheel

Tuesday looked into the sky
Where birds in peace were left to fly
Thunder rolled and lightning flashed
I watched the world as people dashed

Friday's sadness began to creep
Upon me like the deepest sleep
It seemed that only I could see
Just what my world would finally be

On Sunday back inside my room
I draw the blinds, 'tis afternoon
I let my mind find its own ways
Farewell to future days

Fare Thee, Honey, Fare Thee Well
Composer(s): J. Mayo Williams; John Akers
Performer(s): Connee Boswell;
and various other artists



You told me well at fall
You didn't need me round at all
So fare thee, honey, fare thee well

Now I'm packin' up my grip
Made up my mind to take a trip
Woah, fare the, honey, fare thee well

You told me right to my face
That I could eas'ly be replaced
Woah fare thee, honey, fare thee well

No use to take it back
`Cause I've got my suitcase packed
It's fare thee, honey, fare thee well

You told me when last spring
When the birds began to sing
It was fare thee, honey, fare thee well

Time and time again
You'd look at me and grin
With a fare thee, honey, fare thee well

You chase around all over town
Every night you lied to me
You made me burn but now it's my turn
You have said your last farewell to me

Well I guess by now you've learned
That the little worm has turned
Woah, fare thee, woah, fare thee
Honey, fare thee well

The Ballad Of Humpty Dumpty And Cinderella
Composer(s): Rex Fowler
Performer(s): Aztec Two-Step



She said her name was Cinderella
From under her umbrella with the blues
He said his name was Mr. Dumpty
But she could call him Humpty if she choosed
Then queried "Wasn't it a pity
That dear old New York City
Was more and more resembling a zoo?"

Humpty talked of birds and berries
The Staten Island Ferry and the moon
Cinderella showed her blisters
As she told him of her sisters and her broom
And how she sweated with the sweeping
While they were always out and reeking of perfume

Hey, hey, hey, did you lose your shoe?
Hey, hey, hey, did you lose your shoe?

And as the sky was clearing
He asked her most endearing to the ball
She said she didn't have a skirt
In a voice that was quite curt but he could call
But she never gave her number
She just left him there to wonder by the wall

Hey, hey, hey, did you lose your shoe?
Hey, hey, hey, did you lose your shoe?

We all know Cinderella's story
Of her fortune and her glory very well
And of Mr. Dumpty's fall
From his perch upon the wall no need to tell
But after close inspection
I can't help but pose the question
"Did Humpty Dumpty jump, or did he fell?"

Hey, hey, hey, did you lose your shoe?
Hey, hey, hey, did you lose your shoe?

The Ballad Of Humpty Dumpty And Cinderella
Composer(s): Rex Fowler
Performer(s): Aztec Two-Step



She said her name was Cinderella
From under her umbrella with the blues
He said his name was Mr. Dumpty
But she could call him Humpty if she choosed
Then queried "Wasn't it a pity
That dear old New York City
Was more and more resembling a zoo?"

Humpty talked of birds and berries
The Staten Island Ferry and the moon
Cinderella showed her blisters
As she told him of her sisters and her broom
And how she sweated with the sweeping
While they were always out and reeking of perfume

Hey, hey, hey, did you lose your shoe?
Hey, hey, hey, did you lose your shoe?

And as the sky was clearing
He asked her most endearing to the ball
She said she didn't have a skirt
In a voice that was quite curt but he could call
But she never gave her number
She just left him there to wonder by the wall

Hey, hey, hey, did you lose your shoe?
Hey, hey, hey, did you lose your shoe?

We all know Cinderella's story
Of her fortune and her glory very well
And of Mr. Dumpty's fall
From his perch upon the wall no need to tell
But after close inspection
I can't help but pose the question
"Did Humpty Dumpty jump, or did he fell?"

Hey, hey, hey, did you lose your shoe?
Hey, hey, hey, did you lose your shoe?

Caminante, Si Vas Por Mi Tierra
Composer(s): Horacio Guarany
Performer(s): Horacio Guarany



Caminante si vas por mi tierra
Cuentale de mis largas nostalgias
Que me paso, mirando a lo lejos
Esperando el dia que llegue una carta
Caminante si vas por mi tierra
cuéntale que mis noches son largas
que me paso, escribiéndole versos
que ya nadie lee, solito hasta el alba

Estribillo:

Cuéntale caminante, que es triste
sentirse tan lejos de aquel festival
donde un día cantaba mi pueblo
las viejas canciones que hoy me hacen llorar
Caminante si vas por mi tierra
pregunta en los fogones mi nombre
y si ves que alguien baja la vista
con toda tu fuerza cántale esta zamba
Caminante si vas por mi tierra
pregunta por mis viejos amigos
has de hallarlos juntito a un asado
tras de una guitarra, en el templo del vino

Faraway Star
Composer(s): Richard Carmel; David Martin
Performer(s): The Chordettes



Starlight, starbright first star I see tonight

Faraway, faraway, faraway star how did you ever get up where you are
I can get dizzy just looking above, you are as far as my faraway love

Faraway love, faraway love, who can be happy with faraway love
Wish that I may wish that I might have me the wish that I'm wishing tonight

Faraway, faraway, faraway star how did you ever get up where you are
I can get dizzy just looking above you are as far as my faraway love 

Why must he seem distant from me even when we are as close as can be 
Powerful star, wonderfully wide let me be seen by his faraway eye
When I am near, when I am near, couldn't he be more aware that I'm here
We're holding hands inches apart, show me the way to his faraway heart 

Faraway,faraway, faraway star how did you ever get up where you are
I can get dizzy just looking above you are as far as my faraway love

Faraway, faraway, faraway star how did you ever get up where you are

The Ballad Of Gator McKlusky
Composer(s): Jerry Reed
Performer(s): Jerry Reed



He was raised in the swamp
In the back of a slough
He grew up eatin' rattlesnake meat
And drinkin' homemade brew
Now folks here about call him Gator
And everybody knows him well
Meanest man ever to hit the swamp
Folks swear he come straight outta hell

Well Gator McKlusky sittin' on a stump
Hammer pulled back on a twelve gauge pump
Watchin' that swamp lookin' out for the law
While he make the best corn liquor you ever saw

(Rock gut whiskey...)

While he's makin' that mash he watches and he looks
Old Gator he knows that swamp like a book
Somethin' out there movin' Gator whaddaya see
Ain't nothin' but the snakes and the gators and me

Everything's okey-dokey in the Okefenokee
That sheriff ain't snoopin' around
So cook that moonshine down
'Til it's good and clear
Everything's okey-dokey in the Okefenokee
That sheriff he'd soon mess around with the devil
Than to get his self long messin' around in here

One day he was cookin' some mash he was almost done
When they spotted the law and they had to run
So he headed for the swamp and they followed him in
But the law might as well been a-chasin' the wind

(Look out for that snake, sheriff...)

Well they chased on back through the muck and the slime
To the back of that swamp where the sun don't shine
But the law won't never catch Gator my friend
'Cause he knows that swamp like the back of his hand

Watch out boys old smokey's in the Okefenokee
The sheriff's out there snoopin' around
So shut that business down
And let's disappear
Look out boys old smokey's in the Okefenokee
But that sheriff he's really gonna catch the devil
If he keeps on snoopin' around in here

(Gator's in the swamp, sheriff...)
(Go get him...)
(If you can...)

(Careful, sheriff...) (Don't let that gator bite you on your gonads...)

Caminando, Caminando
Composer(s): Victor Jara
Performer(s): Victor Jara



Caminando, caminando
voy buscando libertad
ojala encuentre camino
para seguir caminando

Es dificil encontrar
en la sombra claridad
cuando el sol que nos alumbra

decolora la verdad

Cuanto tiempo estoy llegando
desde cuando me habre ido
cuanto tiempo caminando
desde cuando caminando

Caminando, caminando

Far, Far From Ypres
Composer(s): Bingham; Greene



Far far from Ypres, I long to be
Where German snipers can't get at me
Damp is my dugout, cold are my feet
Waiting for whizzbangs to put me to sleep

The Ballad Of Frankie Lee And Judas Priest
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
First release by: Bob Dylan - 1967



Well, Frankie Lee and Judas Priest
They were the best of friends
So when Frankie Lee needed money one day
Judas quickly pulled out a roll of tens
And placed them on a footstool
Just above the plotted plain
Sayin', "Take your pick, Frankie Boy
My loss will be your gain"

Well Frankie Lee, he sat right down
And put his fingers to his chin
But with the cold eyes of Judas on him
His head began to spin
"Would ya please not stare at me that like that," he said
"It's just my foolish pride
But sometimes a man must be alone
And this is no place to hide"

Well, Judas he just winked and said
"All right, I'll leave you here
But you'd better hurry up and choose 
Which of those bills you want
Before they all disappear"
"I'm gonna start my pickin' right now
Just tell me where you'll be"

Judas pointed down the road
And said, "Eternity!"
"Eternity?" said Frankie Lee
With a voice as cold as ice
"That's right," said Judas Priest, "Eternity
Though you might call it 'paradise'"

"I don't call it anything"
Said Frankie Lee with a smile
"All right," said Judas Priest
"I'll see you after a while"

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back down
Feelin' low and mean
When just then a passing stranger 
Burst upon the scene
Saying, "Are you Frankie Lee, the gambler
Whose father is deceased?
Well, if you are
There's a fellow callin' you down the road
And they say his name is Priest"

"Oh, yes, he is my friend"
Said Frankie Lee in fright
"I do recall him very well
In fact, he just left my sight"
"Yes, that's the one," said the stranger
As quiet as a mouse
"Well, my message is, he's down the road
Stranded in a house"

Well, Frankie Lee, he panicked
He dropped ev'rything and ran
Until he came up to the spot
Where Judas Priest did stand
"What kind of house is this," he said
"Where I have come to roam?"
"It's not a house," said Judas Priest
"It's not a house... it's a home"

Well, Frankie Lee, he trembled
He soon lost all control
Over ev'rything which he had made
While the mission bells did toll
He just stood there staring
At that big house as bright as any sun
With four and twenty windows
And a woman's face in ev'ry one

Well, up the stairs ran Frankie Lee
With a soulful, bounding leap
And, foaming at the mouth
He began to make his midnight creep
For sixteen nights and days he raved
But on the seventeenth he burst
Into the arms of Judas Priest
Which is where he died of thirst

No one tried to say a thing
When they took him out in jest
Except, of course, the little neighbor boy
Who carried him to rest
And he just walked along, alone
With his guilt so well concealed
And muttered underneath his breath
"Nothing is revealed"

Well, the moral of this story
The moral of this song
Is simply that one should never be
Where one does not belong
So when you see your neighbor carryin' somethin'
Help him with his load
And don't go mistaking Paradise
For that home across the road

Camilo Torres
Composer(s): Daniel Viglietti - Victor Jara
Performer(s): Victor Jara



Donde cayo Camilo
nacio una cruz
pero no de madera
sino de luz
Lo mataron cuando iba
por su fusil
Camilo Torres muere
para vivir

Cuentan que tras la bala
se oyo una voz
era Dios que gritaba
Revolucion!

Revisar la sotana
mi general
que en la guerrilla cabe
un sacristan
Lo clavaron con balas
en una cruz
lo llamaron bandido
como a Jesus

Y cuando ellos bajaron
por su fusil
se encontraron que el pueblo
tiene cien mil
cien mil Camilos prontos
a combatir
Camilo Torres muere para vivir

Far Away Places
Composer(s): Alex Kramer; Joan Whitney
Performer(s): Margaret Whiting;
and various other artists



Far away places with strange-soundin' names
Far away over the sea
Those far away places with the strange-soundin' names
Are callin', callin' me

Goin' to China or maybe Siam
I want to see for myself
Those far away places I've been readin' about
In a book that I took from the shelf

I start gettin' restless whenever I hear
The whistle of a train
I pray for the day I can get underway
And look for those castles in Spain

They call me a dreamer, well maybe I am
But I know that I'm burnin' to see
Those far away places with the strange-soundin' names
Callin', callin' me

(I pray for the day when I'll find a way
Those far away places to see)

Those far away places with the strange-soundin' names
Callin', callin' me

The Ballad Of El Goodo
Composer(s): Chris Bell - Alex Chilton
First release by: Big Star - 1972 
Covered by multiple other artists



Years ago, my heart was set to live, oh 
And I've been trying hard against unbelievable odds 
It gets so hard in times like now to hold on 
But guns they wait to be stuck by, at my side is God 

And there ain't no one goin' to turn me 'round 
Ain't no one goin' to turn me 'round 

There's people around who tell you that they know 
And places where they send you, and it's easy to go 
They'll zip you up and dress you down and stand you in a row 
But you know you don't have to, you can just say "no" 

I've been built up and trusted, broke down and busted 
But they'll get theirs and we will get ours if you can 
Just-a hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on 

Years ago my heart was set to live, oh 
But I've been trying hard against strong odds 
It gets so hard at times like now to hold on 
Well, I'll fall if I don't fight, and at my side is God

Camelot
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez



Al borde de una laguna
tres brujas montan caldero
y baten un mundo espeso
Una le pone la luna
otra sangre de cordero
y otra los últimos besos

De Camelot vuelan señales
en los dragones y los cuernos
y hay un silencio de animales
mientras se anuncian los infiernos

El odio a otro es nuestra suerte
la sangre ajena es nuestra viña
Cuando profanen y den muerte
seremos aves de rapiña

Dos contrahechos del norte
y un enano de alcahuete
sádicos abominables
reclutan tribus y cortes
para gestión de grilletes
y corazones de sable

Y una vez más, como tragedia
ronda el olor a carne rota
de calabozo, de Edad Media
donde callaban al ilota

Y una vez más, contra el impulso
de besar y abrazar a gentes
ceder al último recurso
de ojo por ojo y diente a diente

Far Away In Honolulu (They've Got The Tango Craze)
Composer(s): Burt Leighton; Frank Leighton



Far away in Honolulu
Where the natives do the tango
Most every evening 
You can see them dance
(See them dance, see them dance) 
To the funny music playing
You can see them all a swaying
If you should go there
They would put you in a trance

Should you ever take a notion 
That you want to cross the ocean
Just take a steamboat to Hawaii land 
(To Hawaii, to Hawaii)
Travel into Honolulu
Where'll you see the Hula Hula
Just watch those maidens
And hear the Ukelele Band

In Honolulu where they used to dance the Hula
In native costumes and pretty lays
With the Ukeleles playing
They start a swinging and a swaying
Far away in Honolulu 
They've got the tango craze

Ballad Of Dwight Fry
Composer(s): Alice Cooper - Michael Bruce
Performer(s): Alice Cooper; The Dream Syndicate; Loretta's Doll



I was gone for fourteen days
I could have been gone for more
Held up in the intensive care ward
Lying on the floor
I was gone for all those days, but
I was not all alone
I made friends with a lot of people
in the danger zone

See my lonely life unfold
I see it every day
See my lonely mind explode
Since I've gone away

I think I lost some weight there, and
I'm sure I need some rest
Sleeping don't come very easy
in a straight white vest
Sure like to see that little children
She's only four years old
I'd give her back all of her playthings
Even the ones I stole

See my lonley life unfold
I see it every day
See my lonely mind explode
When I've gone insane

I wanna get out of here
I wanna get out of here
I've gotta, I've gotta get out of here
You gotta let me outta here
You gotta let me outta here
You gotta let me outta here
You gotta let me outta here
I gotta get outta here
Let me outta here

See my lonely life unfold
I see it every day
See my lonely mind explode
Blow up in my face

I grabbed my hat and I got my coat, and I
I ran into the street
I saw a man who was choking there
I guess he couldn't breathe
Said to myself this is very strange
I'm glad it wasn't me
But now I hear those sirens calling
And so I am not free

See my lonely life unfold
I see it every day
See my lonely mind explode
When I've gone insane

Came To See Me Yesterday (In The Merry Month Of)
Composer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan
Performer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan



If I ask you politely
What it is your going to be
When you grow up you tall me
A woman
Came to see me yesterday
In the merry month of September
I took a trip to see
All the things I was going to be

A famous movie star
With a two hundred foot car
That will only carry two people

Came to see me yesterday
In the merry month of July
I'll fly anywhere you want me to
Just tell me when and

You won't mind if I don't find
What I am looking for
What I am looking for

Is a bicycle made for one
Hundred people to sit on
Plus a carriage made for two people
Came to see me yesterday
In the merry month of July
I'll fly anywhere you want me to
Just tell me when and

You won't mind if I don't find
What I am looking for
What I am looking for

Is a bicycle made far one
Hundred people to sit on
Plus a carriage made for two people
Came to see me yesterday
In the merry month of marching
Side by side and back to back
I think it's fair to say that's that

Far Away
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Demis Roussos



There's a lucky man who'll take you far away
far away, so very very far away 
he will come some day 
to another land he'll take you far away 
far away, so very very far away 
this will come they say 

Nobody knows, who will share 
all your love pure and fair 
but in your eyes I can see 
that someone will be me 

Who will catch your heart my lovely 
who can say, who can say 
from tomorrow you will stay 
more than just a day 

To another land he'll take you far away
far away, so very very far away 
love will show the way 

Nobody knows, who will share 
all your love pure and fair 
but in your eyes I can see 
that someone will be me 

Nobody knows who will share all your love 
but in your eyes that someone will be me 
nobody knows who will share 
all your love pure and fair 
but in your eyes I can see 
that someone will be me 
nobody knows who will share all your love