The River
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen



I come from down in the valley
Where mister, when you're young
They bring you up to do like your daddy done
Me and Mary we met in high school
When she was just seventeen
We'd drive out of this valley down to where the fields were green

We'd go down to the river
And into the river we'd dive
Oh down to the river we'd ride

Then I got Mary pregnant
And, man, that was all she wrote
And for my 19th birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat
We went down to the courthouse
And the judge put it all to rest
No wedding day smiles, no walk down the aisle
No flowers, no wedding dress

That night we went down to the river
And into the river we'd dive
Oh down to the river we did ride

I got a job working construction for the Johnstown Company
But lately there ain't been much work on account of the economy
Now all them things that seemed so important
Well mister they vanished right into the air
Now I just act like I don't remember
Mary acts like she don't care

But I remember us riding in my brother's car
Her body tan and wet down at the reservoir
At night on them banks I'd lie awake
And pull her close just to feel each breath she'd take
Now those memories come back to haunt me
They haunt me like a curse
Is a dream a lie if it don't come true
Or is it something worse,
that sends me 
Down to the river
though I know the river is dry
That sends me down to the river tonight
Down to the river
My baby and I
Oh down to the river we ride

Clear Night Moonlight
Composer(s): Barry Hay - George Kooymans
Performer(s): Golden Earring



I wanna go ahead until I just run out of gas
We gotta beat the road with four-wheel thunder
There's a Cadillac dealer in Kansas City counting money
And the highway patrol ain't going nowhere

Don't say no, don't say no, don't make me grieve
Don't say no, don't say no, you gotta feel the breeze

On a clear night yeah, moonlight yeah
You and me and the car
Under a thousands stars
Clear night yeah, moonlight yeah
That's all the magic we need
So, don't you go turnin' my dream into a nightmare

Come on honey, let's ride right out of here
Imagine you and I, leavin' it all behind
Find another world, beyond the turnpike
There'll be lots of people uptight
Maybe some FBI, and your daddy screamin' bloody murder

Don't say no, don't say no, don't make me grieve
Don't say no, don't say no, you gotta feel the breeze

On a clear night yeah, moonlight yeah
You and me and the car
Under a thousands stars
Clear night yeah, moonlight yeah
That's all the magic we need
So, don't you go turnin' my dream into a nightmare

Come on honey, let's ride right out of here
Picture the two of us, we're so happy, so much in love
You know how the story goes
At the end of the rainbow
There's a bag of gold

Resta Cu'mme
Composer(s): Domenico Modugno; Dino Verde
Performer(s): Domenico Modugno;
and various other artists



Ammore...Ammore...Ammore...
Dimme tu che ll' aggi' 'a di'
dimme tu comme aggi' 'a fa
stasera
dimane
pe' 'a fa restà...
Resta cu' mme
pe' carità
statte cu' mme
nun me lassà
Famme penà
famme 'mpazzì
famme dannà
ma dimme si
Moro pe'tte
vivo pe'tte
vita d' 'a vita mia
Nun me 'mporta d'o passato
nun me 'mporta 'e chi t'avuto
resta cu' mme, cu' mme

The Ring Fell Under The Sofa
Composer(s): Barnett - Fain
Performer(s): Billy Cotton



We would have been married for twenty two years
But the ring fell under the sofa
With her finger held high, I proposed with a sigh
But then nervously I missed the mark

We have our own house now all paid up in full
But the ring fell under the sofa
I’d have found it no doubt, but the lights were all out
And I can’t get about in the dark

A parlour search is now our game
The chairs are like new, no one’s sat in ‘em (sat in ‘em)
But when we’re through it’s always the same
No, no, no, no, no platinum

I lost the deposit but what do I care
We’re the best of sweethearts today
Yes the ring fell under the sofa
But maybe it’s better that way

That is the tale of a fellow
Who’d like to unburden his mind
Never was romance so hampered
By fate so severe and unkind
His story has yet to end
So pay strict attention, my friend

I fully intended to make her my wife
But the ring fell under the sofa
She’d have stood by my side, such a beautiful bride
While the clergyman tied up the knot (tied the knot)

By now I’d be hen-pecked and love might have died
But the ring fell under the sofa
And I’m happy to say when I found it next day
I just hid it away on the spot

A parlour search is now our game
The chairs are like new, no one’s sat in ‘em
But when we’re through it’s always the same
No, no, no, no, no platinum

We might have been married for better or worse
But I’m still a bachelor gay
For the ring fell under the sofa
And I like it better, and I like it better
Yes I like it better that way

Cleanup Time
Composer(s): John Lennon
Performer(s): John Lennon & Yoko Ono



Moonlight on the water
Sunlight on my face
You and me together
We are in our place 
The God's are in the heavens
Angels treat us well
Oracle has spoken
We cast the perfect spell 
The queen is in the counting house
Counting out the money
The king is in the kitchen
Making bread and honey
No friends and yet no enemies
Absolutely free
No rats aboard the magic ship
Of perfect harmony 
Now it begins, let it begin
Cleanup Time
Hey, cleanup time
Cleanup time
Well, well, well 
However far we travel
Wherever we may roam
The centre of the circle
Will always be our home
Yeah, yeah, yeah 
Yeah, cleanup time
Cleanup time 
Cleanup time 
Cleanup time 
Cleanup time 
Cleanup time 
Cleanup time

Rest Your Love On Me
Composer(s): Barry Gibb
Performer(s): The Bee Gees;
Andy Gibb; Conway Twitty;
George Nooks; Damon Troy



Maybe you don't know me anymore then I know you
And I wouldn't blame you if you walked away 
I been watchin' you all evenin' with the teardrops in your eyes
And it touches me much more than I can say
You know I'd hate to think that someone 
could have hurt someone like you
And at times like this, I'd be right by your side 

Lay your troubles on my shoulders
Put your worries in my pocket 
Rest your love on me awhile
Lay your troubles on my shoulder
Put your worries in my pocket
Rest your love on me awhile

Saw you in the corner on the moment I walked in 
Saw your lonely face across the room 
No, I won't forget it
And the way it might have been 
Why did you have to leave so soon 
You know I'd hate to think that someone 
could have loved you more than me
And if I was them, I'd be right by your side

Lay your troubles on my shoulders
Put your worries in my pocket
Rest your love on me awhile
Lay your troubles on my shoulders
Put your worries in my pocket
Rest your love on me awhile

How long must I wait for the last train to leave here
And the last chance to know
Get to think that I was born too soon 
How long honey, when the lovin' don't come
I was there when you left me
Just didn't know how to begin 

Lay your troubles on my shoulders
Put your worries in my pocket
Rest your love on me awhile
Lay your troubles on my shoulders
Put your worries in my pocket
Rest your love on me awhile

Lay your troubles on my shoulders 
Put your worries in my pocket 
Rest your love on me awhile
Lay your troubles on my shoulders
Put your worries in my pocket
Rest your love on me awhile

Lay your troubles on my shoulders
Put your worries in my pocket
Rest your love on me awhile
Lay your ...

Them There Eyes
Composer(s): Maceo Pinkard - William Tracey - Doris Tauber
First release by: Gus Arnheim and His Coconut Grove Orch. - 1930
Covered by multiple other artists



I fell in love with you first time I looked into
Them there eyes
You've got a certain lil' cute way of flirting with
Them there eyes
They make me feel happy
They make me feel blue
No stalling
I'm falling
Going in a big way for sweet little you
My heart is jumping
Sure started something with
Them there eyes
You'd better watch them if you're wise
They sparkle
They bubble
They're gonna get you in a whole lot of trouble
You're overworking them
There's danger lurking in
Them there eyes
Maybe you think I'm just flirting
Maybe you think I'm all lies
Just because I get romantic when I gaze in 
Them there eyes

Rigs Of The Time
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Maddy Prior
and multiple other artists



O, 'tis of an old butcher, I must bring him in
He charge two shillings a pound, and thinks it no sin
Slaps his thumb on the scale-weights and makes them go down
He swears it's good weight yet it wants half a pound 
Singing...

Honesty's all out of fashion
These are the rigs of the time
Time, my boys
These are the rigs of the time

Now the next is a baker, I must bring him in
He charge fourpence a loaf and thinks it no sin
When he do bring it in, is not bigger than your fist
And the top of the loaf is popped off with the ye'st 
Singing...

Honesty's all out of fashion
These are the rigs of the time
Time, my boys
These are the rigs of the time

No wonder the butter be a shilling a pound
See the little farmer's daughters, how they ride up and down
If you ask them the reason, they'll say: "Bone', alas
There's a French war and the cows have no grass 
Singing...

Honesty's all out of fashion
These are the rigs of the time
Time, my boys
These are the rigs of the time

O the next is a publican, I must bring him in
He charge fourpence a quart, he thinks it no sin
When he do bring it in, the measure is short
The top of the pot is popped off with the froth 
Singing...

Honesty's all out of fashion
These are the rigs of the time
Time, my boys
These are the rigs of the time

Here's next to the tailor who skimps with our clothes
And next the shoemaker who pinches our toes
We've nought in our bellies, our bodies are bare
No wonder we've reason to curse and to swear 
Singing...

Honesty's all out of fashion
These are the rigs of the time
Time, my boys
These are the rigs of the time

Now the very best plan that I can find
Is to pop them all off in a high gale of wynd
And when they get up, the cloud it will bu'st
And the biggest old rascal come tumbling down first 
Singing...

Honesty's all out of fashion
These are the rigs of the time
Time, my boys
These are the rigs of the time

Cleaning Windows
Composer(s): Van Morrison
First release by: Van Morrison - 1982
Covered by multiple other artists



Oh, the smell of the bakery from across the street
Got in my nose
As we carried our ladders down the street
With the wrought-iron rows
I went home and listened to Jimmy Rodgers in my lunch-break
Bought five Woodbines at the shop on the corner
And went straight back to work

Oh, Sam was up on top
And I was on the bottom with the v
We went for lemonade and Paris buns
At the shop and broke for tea
I collected from the lady
And I cleaned the fanlight inside-out
I was blowing saxophone on the weekend
In that down joint.

What's my line?
I'm happy cleaning windows
Take my time
I'll see you when my love grows
Baby don't let it slide
I'm a working man in my prime
Cleaning windows (number thirty-six)

I heard Leadbelly and Blind Lemon
On the street where I was born
Sonny Terry, Brownie McGhee
Muddy Waters sing "I'm a Rolling Stone"
I went home and read my Christmas Humphreys' book on Zen
Curiosity killed the cat
Kerouac's "Dharma Bums" and "On The Road"

What's my line?
I'm happy cleaning windows
Take my time
I'll see you when my love grows
Baby don't let it slide
I'm a working man in my prime
Cleaning windows ...

Responsibility
Composer(s): Steve Forbert
Performer(s): Steve Forbert



Poor ole surrender Mimosa
Fin'ly burnt out by the sun
I feel pretty burnt out myself
When the long, hot summer is done
Summertime's long been my fav'rite
Now I can't grab it no more
Can't find no time for a fish on the line
Or that swing in the old Sycamore
I'm in such a hurry now
It starts to worry me
Stop an' smell the roses?
Baby I can't hardly see
No, I aint forgotten just how good it all can be
But I've got so much responsibility
Baby, you know how I'm working
Sorry I'm busy so much
Sorry those days when the world went our way
Are so hard to return to an'touch
Maybe our future looks brighter
Maybe our ship will come in
Maybe these years an'these muletrain careers
Will be things we wont think about then
But I'm in such a hurry now
It starts to worry me
Stop an' smell the roses?
Baby I can't hardly see
No, I aint forgotten just how good it all can be
But I've got so much responsibility
Competition's heavy on a hard line wreckin'crew
The good ones never leave an'still
There's always some one new
Pressure comes down hard up on a top notch rivet team
We don't get time to pace ourselves
We don't stand around and dream
Poor ole surrender Mimosa
Fin'ly burnt out by the heat
I feel pretty burnt out myself
When I make that ole turn down our street
Summertime's long been my fav'rite
Now it's ole autumn I love
Summertime fun on some beach in the sun
Is not somethin' I'm seein' much of
I'm in such a hurry now
It starts to worry me
Stop an' smell the roses?
Baby I can't hardly see
No, I aint forgotten just how good it all can be
But I've got so much responsibility

The Right To Rock
Composer(s): Howard Keel
Performer(s): Howard Keel



All my life I've been fighting
For the right to make my stand
Scream my anthem to the night
And hold the power in my hand
I'm gonna do it my way
Or not do it at all
Taking the world on my terms
I'll take it by the balls
I'm fighting for justice
For the american way
I believe in what I do
And I mean what I say
You got it - The right to rock
We've got it - The right to rock
Don't let anyone tell you
How to live your life
We won't turn it off
We'll never turn it down
'Cause it's our way of life
I'm fighting for freedom
For the golden rule
The right to say what I feel
And the right to say it to you

Cleanin' Up The Town
Composer(s): Brian O'Neal - Kevin O'Neal
Performer(s): The Bus Boys



Gonna tell you a story about a little town I know
They had a real big problem with some big mean local ghost
Those spooks were making the whole city lose control
Well the mayor was frantic, the town was panicked
'Cause they had no sense of fear
'Cause they knew that they were missing those boys with a mission
So they called them up I cheer
They went boxing and trapping and shooting through the joint
Stepped right in and got down to the point
Those Ghostbusters came in cleanin' up the town
Oh yeah
About five o'clock those boys came up
And they could see those spooks were real
And they knew they'd better get right to work
So they revved up the Ectomobile
Yeah the boys were ready
Their aim was steady
And their hearts were made of steel
Well the mayor he started ranting around
And the whole town started to roar
And they're seeing this town that rocked
Those slimers dropped down to the floor
They went boxing and trapping and shooting through the joint
Stepped right in and got down to the point
Those Ghostbusters came in cleanin' up the town
They went boxing and trapping and shooting through the joint
Stepped right in and got down to the point
You shoulda seen those specters in the trap saying
'Those boys make 'em dance!'
Well New York, New York's so happy now
They rocked that building, boy
But if the boys hadn't come to the rescue
The spooks might have still been making noise
They went boxing and trapping and shooting through the joint
Stepped right in and got down to the point
Those Ghostbusters came in cleanin' up the town

Respire
Composer(s): Jean-Loup Dabadie; Julien Clerc
Performer(s): Julien Clerc; Anne Clark



Sur ta peau
Regard' les veines
Ce tempo
Tout' la semaine, je sais...

Excité
Surexcité
Tout te blesse
Et tout te stresse, O.K.

Mais c'est sûr
On est ensemble
J'te rassure
On se ressemble, O.K.?

On s'oxyde
On tourn' à vide
C'est la ville,
C'est pas une île, je sais...
Oui mais...

Respire
Respire
Respire
Respire
Respire

L'âme speed
Le corps bolide
Vitamines
Amphétamines, je sais...

Pas l'argent
Ou pas le temps
Pas d'amour
Tu cours tu cours, je sais...

Mais c'est sûr
On est ensemble
J'te rassure
On se ressemble, O.K.?

Femm's, enfants
Vieillards, bébés
Tout l'mond' dans
La même B.D., O.K.?
Oui mais...

Respire
Respire
Respire
Respire
Respire

T'as quand même
Avant la chute
Un'minute
Pour dir' je t'aime, tu sais... tu sais

Respire
Respire!
Respire!
Respire!
Respire!

The Right To Love
Composer(s): Ben Raleigh - Donald Wolf
Performer(s): David Whitfield



You need me as much as I need you
So we have the right to love
Our emotion is so deep and true
That we have the right to love
We believe sincerely
This feeling in our hearts
We belong together
And nothing can keep us apart
We are sure that it's forevermore
So we have the right to love
Love is what makes life worth living for
And we have the right to love
So let's start sharing the heaven
That we've been dreaming of
Cling to me, cling to me, darling
We have the right to love

Clean-Cut Kid
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
Performer(s): Bob Dylan; Carla Olson



Everybody wants to know why he couldn't adjust
Adjust to what, a dream that bust?

He was a clean-cut kid
But they made a killer out of him
That's what they did

They said what's up is down, they said what isn't is
They put ideas in his head he thought were his

He was a clean-cut kid
But they made a killer out of him
That's what they did

He was on the baseball team, he was in the marching band
When he was ten years old he had a watermelon stand

He was a clean-cut kid
But they made a killer out of him
That's what they did

He went to church on Sunday, he was a Boy Scout
For his friends he would turn his pockets inside out

He was a clean-cut kid
But they made a killer out of him
That's what they did

They said, "Listen boy, you're just a pup"
They sent him to a napalm health spa to shape up

They gave him dope to smoke, drinks and pills
A jeep to drive, blood to spill

They said "Congratulations, you got what it takes"
They sent him back into the rat race without any brakes

He was a clean-cut kid
But they made a killer out of him
That's what they did

He bought the American dream but it put him in debt
The only game he could play was Russian roulette

He drank Coca-Cola, he was eating Wonder Bread
Ate Burger Kings, he was well fed

He went to Hollywood to see Peter O'Toole
He stole a Rolls Royce and drove it in a swimming pool

They took a clean-cut kid
And they made a killer out of him
That's what they did

He could've sold insurance, owned a restaurant or bar
Could've been an accountant or a tennis star

He was wearing boxing gloves, took a dive one day
Off the Golden Gate Bridge into China Bay

His mama walks the floor, his daddy weeps and moans
They gotta sleep together in a home they don't own

They took a clean-cut kid
And they made a killer out of him
That's what they did

Well, everybody's asking why he couldn't adjust
All he ever wanted was somebody to trust

They took his head and turned it inside out
He never did know what it was all about

He had a steady job, he joined the choir
He never did plan to walk the high wire

They took a clean-cut kid
And they made a killer out of him
That's what they did 

Clean Up Woman
Composer(s): Willie Clarke - Clarence Reid
First release by: Betty Wright - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists



A clean up woman
Is a woman who
Gets all the love we girls leave behind
The reason I know
So much about her
Is because she picked up a man of mine
Chumpin' Slick
Was my ruin
'Cause I found out all I was doin'
Was makin' it easy
For the clean up woman
To get my man's love, oh, yeah
Just makin' it easy
For the clean up woman
To get my baby's love, uh-huh
Mmm-hmm
I took this man's love and put it on a shelf
And like a fool, I thought I had him all to myself
When he needed love, I was out havin' fun
But I found out all I had done
Was made it easy
For the clean up woman
To get my man's love, uh-huh
Yeah, that's what I did
I made it easy
For the clean up woman
To steal my baby's love, oh, yeah
The clean up woman
Will wipe his blues away
She'll give him penny lovin'
24 hours a day
The clean up woman
She'll sweep him off his feet
She's the one
To take him in when you dump him in the street
So take a tip
You better get hip
To the clean up woman
'Cause she's tough
I mean she really cleans up 

Respectable
Composer(s): O'Kelly Isley; 
Ronald Isley; Rudolph Isley
Performer(s): The Outsiders;
and various other artists



What kind of girl is this?
She's never ever been kissed
Rubbidy rub dub dub
She's never ever been in love
She's never been in the moonlight
Watchin' the stars above
What kind of girl is this?
She's never been out on a date
What kind of girl is this?
She's never ever come home late
But I begged her on my knees to please go out with me
And she did
Did ya love her? (No, no, no, no!)
Did ya hug her? (No, no no no no!)
Did ya kiss her? (No, no, no, no!)
Did ya squeeze her? (No, no no no no!)
What kind of girl is this?
She's never ever been kissed
What kind of girl is this?
Let me tell you
She's the kind you can't resist
But I love her, can't you see?
She's the kind of girl for me
She's so respectable! (repeat)

The Right Thing To Do
Composer(s): Carly Simon
Performer(s): Carly Simon



There's nothin' you can do to turn me away
Nothin' anyone can say
You're with me now and as long as you stay
Lovin you's the right thing to do
Lovin you's the right thing

I know you've had some bad luck with ladies before
They drove you or you drove them crazy
But more important is I know you're the one and I'm sure
Lovin you's the right thing to do
Lovin you's the right thing

And it used to be for a while
That the river flowed right to my door
Making me just a little too free
But now the river doesn't seem to stop here anymore

Hold me in your hands like a bunch of flowers
Set me movin' to your sweetest song
And I know what I think I've known all along
Lovin you's the right thing to do
Lovin you's the right thing
Lovin you's the right thing to do
Is the right thing to do

Nothing you can ever do would turn me away from you
Well, I love you now and I love you now
Even though you're ten thousand miles away
I'll love you tomorrow as I love you today
I'm in love, babe
I'm in love with you, babe

Clavel Sevillano
Composer(s): Agustín Lara
Performer(s): Agustín Lara
and multiple other artists



Un clavel sevillano prendió en sus trenzas
despertando una fiebre de ansias inmensas
Un clavel encarnado como una flama
que incendiara sus ojos de sevillana

En su frente divina de tez morena
temblaron sus cabellos de nazarena
Y todos los luceros se iluminaron
con la luz que a sus ojos arrebataron

Clavel sevillano tan fresco y tan lindo
tu sangre manchara el mar rojo guindo
Clavel que supiste sus ansias de amores
clavel que envidiaron toditas las flores

Respect Yourself
Composer(s): Luther Ingram; Sir Mack Rice
Performer(s): The Staple Singers;
and various other artists



If you disrespect everybody that you run into
how in the world do you think everybody's 'sposed to respect you?
If you don't give a heck about the man with the Bible in his hand
just get out of the way and let the gentleman do his thing
You the kind of gentleman want everything your way
Take the sheet off your face boy, it's a brand new day

Respect yourself, respect yourself
'Cause if you don't respect yourself
ain't nobody gonna give a good, good hootenanny boy
Respect yourself

If you're walking around thinking that the world owes you something 'cause you're here
you're going out the world backward like you did when you first came 'ere
Keep talking about the president won't stop air pollution
Put your hand over your mouth when you cough, that'll help the solution
You cuss around women folk, don't even know their name
then you're dumb enough to think it makes you a big ole man

Respect yourself, respect yourself
'Cause if you don't respect yourself
ain't nobody gonna give a good, good hootenanny boy
Respect yourself
Respect yourself...