The Searchers
Composer(s): Stan Jones
Performer(s): The Sons Of The Pioneers



What makes a man to wander?
What makes a man to roam?
What makes a man leave bed and board
And turn his back on home?
Ride away, ride away, ride away
A man will search his heart and soul
Go searchin' way out there
His peace of mind he knows he'll find
But where, oh Lord, Lord where?
Ride away, ride away, ride away

Cocaine Blues ((aka Transfusion Blues (by Johnny Cash) - 1960))
((Adapted from: Little Sadie (by Hedy West) - 1967))
Composer(s): Traditional - T.J. Arnall
Performer(s): George Thorogood & The Destroyers
and multiple other artists



Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed 
I stuck that lovin' 44 beneath my head

Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun 
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I ran too slow 
They overtook me down in Juarez Mexico

Late in the hot joints takin' the pills 
In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
You're the dirty heck that shot your woman down

Said yes, oh yes my name is Willy Lee 
If you've got the warrant just a-read it to me
Shot her down because she made me sore
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more

When I was arrested I was dressed in black
They put me on a train and they took me back
Had no friend for to go my bail 
They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail

Early next mornin' bout a half past nine 
I spied the sheriff coming down the line
Ah, and he coughed as he cleared his throat
He said come on you dirty heck into that district court

Into the courtroom my trial began 
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out 
I saw the little judge commence to look about

In about five minutes in walked the man 
Holding the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read murder in the first degree 
I hollered Lawdy Lawdy, have a mercy on me

The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen 
99 years in the Folsom pen
99 years underneath that ground 
I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down

Come on you've gotta listen unto me 
Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be

Rhythm Nation
Composer(s): James Harris;
Janet Jackson; Terry Lewis
Performer(s): Janet Jackson;
The Countdown Singers; David Davidson



With music by our side
To break the color lines
Let's work together
To improve our way of life
Join voices in protest
To social injustice
A generation full of courage
Come forth with me

Chorus:
People of the world today
Are we looking for a better way of life
We are a part of the rhythm nation
People of the world unite
Strength in numbers we can get it right
One time
We are a part of the rhythm nation

This is the test
No struggle no progress
Lend a hand to help
Your brother do his best
Things are getting worse
We have to make them better
It's time to give a damn
Let's work together come on

Repeat Chorus

The Seal Of Seasons
Composer(s): Marc Bolan
Performer(s): T. Rex



The seal of seasons moved with grace 
Love 
Upon the Orkney oceans face 
Love 
She swam and moved 
Just like a prancer 
A gypsy dancer 
A salty shimmered shell of foam

Out of the depths she stood before me 
One breath and shells grew on my nut tree 
It swayed and swum 
Just like a prancer 
A gypsy dancer 
A salty shimmered shell of foam

Her night it came and then she hooked her head 
Unto the fleeing sun and then she fled 
And flew away 
Just like a prancer 
A gypsy dancer 
A salty shimmered shell of foam

Cocaine Bill And Morphine Sue 
(Traditional)



Cocaine Bill and Morphine Sue 
Strolling down the avenue two by two

Oh, honey 
won't you have a little sniff on me
Have a sniff on me

Said Sue to Bill: "It'll do no harm
If we both just have a little shot in the arm" 

Said Bill to Sue: "I can't refuse
'Cause there's no more kick in this darned ol' booze" 

So they walked down first and they turned up main
Looking for a place they could buy cocaine

They came to a drugstore full of smoke
Where they saw a little sign sayin' "No more coke" 

Now in the graveyard on the hill
Lies the body of Cocaine Bill

And in a grave right by his side
Lies the body of his cocaine bride

All o' you cokies is a-gonna be dead 
If you don't stop a-sniffin that stuff in your head

Now where they went, no one can tell 
It might have been heaven or it might have been ... Sniff”

Rhythm And Blue Jean Baby
Composer(s): Lynsey De Paul
Performer(s): Lynsey De Paul



Who's the guy with the dancing feet
makes my heart start thumping with a rhythmy beat
it's my once in a lifetime, rhythm and blue jean baby

Get myself ready on a Saturday Night
with my eye lids painted and my dress real tight
for my one in a million  rhythm and blue jean baby

We'll hear some soul and a little rock
keep on dancing till the music stops
for my be-bop-a-loo-la, rhythm and blue jean baby

Heh, Heh, Heh

Yooo oooh

We'll hear some soul and a little rock
keep on dancing till the music stops
for my one in a million, rhythm and blue jean baby

Who's the guy with the dancing feet
makes my heart start thumping with a rhythmy beat
it's my once in a lifetime, rhythm and blue jean baby

my be-bop-a-loo-la, rhythm and blue jean baby

Keep on dancing till the music stops
for little bit of soul and a lot of rock

Keep on dancing till the music stops
for little bit of soul and a lot of rock

Keep on dancing till the music stops
for little bit of soul and a lot of rock

The Scottish Soldier
(Traditional)



There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier
Who wandered far away and soldiered far away
There was none bolder, with good broad shoulder
He's fought in many a fray, and fought and won
He'd seen the glory and told the story
Of battles glorious and deeds neforious
But now he's sighing, his heart is crying
To leave these green hills of Tyrol
Because these green hills are not highland hills
Or the island hills, the're not my land's hills
And fair as these green foreign hills may be
They are not the hills of home

And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier
Who wandered far away and soldiered far away
Sees leaves are falling and death is calling
And he will fade away, in that far land
He called his piper, his trusty piper
And bade him sound a lay... a pibroch sad to play
Upon a hillside, a Scottish hillside
Not on these green hills of Tyrol

And so this soldier, this Scottish soldier
Will wander far no more and soldier far no more
And on a hillside, a Scottish hillside
You'll see a piper play his soldier home
He'd seen the glory, he'd told his story
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious
The bugles cease now, he is at peace now
Far from those green hills of Tyrol

Cocaine
Composer(s): J.J. Cale
Originally performed by: J.J. Cale
Covered by various other artists



If you want to hang out, you've got to take her out, cocaine
If you want to get down, get down on the ground, cocaine
She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie, cocaine
If you got bad news, you want to kick them blues, cocaine
When your day is done and you got to run, cocaine
She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie, cocaine
If your thing is gone and you want to ride on, cocaine
Don't forget this fact, you can't get it back, cocaine
She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie, cocaine

Rhymes And Reasons
Composer(s): John Denver
Performer(s): John Denver; Peter, Paul and Mary



So you speak to me in sadness 
and the coming of the winter
fear that is within you now that seems to never end
and the dreams that have escaped you and the hope that you've forgotten
and you tell me that you need me now and you want to be my friend
and you wonder where we're going, where's the rhyme, where's the reason
and it's you cannot accept it is here we must begin
to seek the wisdom of the children
and the graceful way of flowers in the wind
For the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers
their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day
Like the music of the mountains and the colours of the rainbow
they're a promise of the future and the blessing for today
Though the cities start to crumble and the towers fall around us
the sun is slowly fading and it's colder than the sea
it is written: From the desert to the mountains they shall lead us
by the hand and by the heart they will comfort you and me
In their innocence and trusting, they will teach us to be free
For the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers
their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day
And the song that I am singing is a prayer to unbelievers
come and stand beside us we can find a better way

The Scotsman
Composer(s): Mike Cross
Performer(s): Bryan Bowers
and multiple other artists



Well, a Scotsman clad in kilt left a bar one evening fair
And one could tell by how he walked that he'd drunk more than his share
He fumbled 'round until he could no longer keep his feet
And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street

Ring ding diddle iddle ay dee oh
Ring di diddly ay oh
And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street

About that time two young and lovely girls just happend by
One says to the other with a twinkle in her eye
"See yon sleeping Scotsman, so strong and handsome built?
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt!"

Ring ding diddle iddle ay dee oh
Ring di diddly ay oh
And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street

They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be
Lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see
And there, behold, for them to view beneath his Scotish skirt
Was nothin' more than God had graced him with upon his birth

Ring ding diddle iddle ay dee oh
Ring di diddly ay oh
And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street

They marvelled for a moment, then one said: "We must be gone
Let's leave a present for our friend before we move along"
As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon tied into a bow
Around the bonnie star the Scot's kilt did lift and show

Ring ding diddle iddle ay dee oh
Ring di diddly ay oh
And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street

Now the Scotsman woke to nature's call, and stumbled towards the trees
Behind the bush he lifts his kilt, and gawks at what he sees
And in a startled voice he says, to what's before his eyes
"Oh, lad I don't know where ye been, but I see ye won first prize!"

Ring ding diddle iddle ay dee oh
Ring di diddly ay oh
And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street

Coca Cola Cowboy
Composer(s): Sam Atchley; Bud Dain; Steve Dorff; Sandy Pinkard
Performer(s): Mel Tillis



I called collect on the phone
You say you're tired and alone
But it sounds like someone else is lying there
She said don't call me no more
Don't you knock on my door
It's too late now, and I know you'll never change
She said....

You're just a Coca Cola cowboy
You got an Eastwood smile, and Robert Redford hair
But you walked across my heart like it was Texas
And you taught me how to say I just don't care

She said just leave me alone
And let me hang up this phone
'Cause he'll see me cry, and think I still love you
Please don't call me no more
I changed the locks on my door
It's time you understood that we are through

She said....
You're just a Coca Cola cowboy
You got an Eastwood smile, and Robert Redford hair
But you walked across my heart like it was Texas
And you taught me how to say I just don't care

She said...
You're just a Coca Cola cowboy
You got an Eastwood smile, and Robert Redford hair
But you walked across my heart like it was Texas
And you taught me how to say I just don't care

Yes she taught me how to say I just don't care 

Rhumboogie
Composer(s): Hughie Prince; Don Raye
Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters;
and various other artists



All Harlem's got a brand new rhythm
And it's burning up the dance floors 
Because it's so hot 
They took a little rhumba rhythm
And they added boogie-woogie
And-a look what they've got 

Rhumboogie
Rhumboogie-woogie
It's Harlem's new creation 
With a Cuban syncopation 
It's a killer

Rhumboogie
Rhumboogie-woogie
The native rhythm haunts you
It's barbaric and it taunts you 
It's a killer

Just plant your both feet on each side
Let both your hips and shoulders glide
Then throw your body back and ride
There's nothing like... 

Rhumboogie
Rhumboogie-woogie
In Harlem or Havana 
You can kiss the old Savanna
It's a killer

Oh, beat me daddy, eight-to-the-bar

Rhumboogie
Rhumboogie-woo-oogie
It's Harlem's new creation 
With a Cuban syncopation 
It's a killer

Rhumboogie
Rhu-umboogie-woo-oogie
The native rhythm haunts you
It's barbaric and it taunts you 
It's a killer

Just plant you toes and both feet on the side
Let both your hips and shoulders glide
Then throw your body back and ride
Think a little of 
The rhumba
The boogie
The woogie
Then put them
Both all together
You have rhumboogie... 

Then all together sing rhumboogie
Rhumboogie-woogie
Rhumboogie
In Harlem or Havana 
It'll kiss the old Savanna 
It's a killer
It's a killer this rhumboogie

Rhumboogie
Rhumboogie
Rhumboogie-woogie-woogie-woogie-woogie
Do-do-do-do-diddleyada-do-diddleyada-do-do-dee
There's nothing like rhumboogie!

Doe Dat Nog Een Keertje Met Mij 
((Adapted from: Do That To Me One More Time (Captain & Tennille) - 1979))
((Finnish Version: Tee Se Vielä Uudestaan (Mona Carita) - 1980))
Composer(s): Toni Tennille - Christill
Performer(s): Frank Galan & Sandra Kim - 1997



Doe dat nog een keertje met mij
Eén keer is niet genoeg met iemand als jij
Doe dat nog een keertje met mij
Want ik krijg nooit genoeg van iemand als jij
Streel me zoals je net deed
Oh liefste, doe dat nog een keertje met mij

Zeg dat nog een keertje aan mij
Eén keer is niet genoeg wat jij me net zei
Zeg dat nog een keertje aan mij
Want ik hoor het niet genoeg ook al zit je dichtbij
Zeg die woorden nog eens zoals je net deed
Oh liefste, zeg dat nog een keertje aan mij

Doe dat nog een keertje met mij
Eén keer is niet genoeg met iemand als jij
Doe dat nog een keertje met mij
Want ik krijg nooit genoeg van iemand als jij
Streel me zoals je net deed
Oh liefste, doe dat nog een keertje met mij
Ohohoh liefste, doe dat nog een keertje met mij
Oh liefste, doe dat nog een keertje met mij...

Cobra De Vidro
Performer(s): Chico Buarque



Aos quatro cantos o seu corpo
Partido
Banido
Aos quatro ventos os seus quartos
Seus cacos 
De vidro
O seu veneno incomodando
A tua honra
O teu verão
Presta atenção

Aos quatro cantos suas tripas
De graça
De sobra
Aos quatro ventos os seus quartos
Deus cacos
De cobra
O seu veneno arruinando
A tua filha
A plantação
Presta atenção

Aos quatro cantos seus ganidos
Seu grito
Medonho
Aos quatro ventos os seus quartos
Seus cacos
De sonho
O seu veneno temperando
A tua veia 
O teu feijão
Presta atenção
Presta atenção
Presta atenção
Presta atenção
Presta atenção 

Rhumba Girl
Composer(s): Jesse Winchester
Performer(s): Nicolette Larson;
Evangeline; Donna Geddes



Well, I'm the same old girl that I used to be
I haven't changed at all
Same old walk, same old talk
That would run you up the wall
Same old face, same old smile
Same old baby blues
And I'm still doin' the Rhumba, baby
I'm still the girl for you

I'm still doin' the Rhumba, baby
I can't seem to quit
If my mama catches us doin' the Rhumba
My mama would just a-pitch a fit
But I can't help myself
It's much bigger than me
If I were you, I would hang onto
A Rhumba girl like me

Well, there's lotsa girls on a Florida night
With a lot slicker steps than me
The Boogaloo, the Funky Broadway
Are such a pretty sight to see
My step might be old-fashioned
But that's just fine with me
Cause I got a couple of Rhumba steps
That I think you'd like to see

I'm still doin' the Rhumba, baby
I can't seem to quit
If my mama catches us doin' the Rhumba
My mama would just a-pitch a fit
But I can't help myself
It's much bigger than me
If I were you, I would hang onto
A Rhumba girl like me

Well, I'm the same old girl that I used to be
I haven't changed at all
Same old walk, same old talk
That would run you up the wall
Same old face, same old smile
Same old baby blues
And I'm still doin' the Rhumba, baby
I'm still the girl for you

I'm still doin' the Rhumba, baby
I can't seem to quit
If my mama catches us doin' the Rhumba
My mama would just a-pitch a fit
But I can't help myself
It's much bigger than me
If I were you, I would hang onto
A Rhumba girl like me

The Scooby-Doo Dynomutt Hour
Composer(s): William Hanna - Joseph Barbera - Hoyt Curtin
Performer(s): The HB Orch.



We got it all together for a brand new show
Scooby Doo and Dynomutt, away we go!
While Scooby Doo is haunted by a spooky ghost
Dynomutt is doin' what he does the most! 

They make a super pair, with a super show to share
Scooby Doo and Dynomutt!

They make a super pair, with a super show to share
Scooby Doo and Dynomutt!

Coat Of Many Colors
Composer(s): Dolly Parton
Performer(s): Dolly Parton
and various other artists



Back through the years 
I go wonderin' once again 
Back to the seasons of my youth 
I recall a box of rags that someone gave us 
And how my momma put the rags to use 
There were rags of many colors 
Every piece was small 
And I didn't have a coat 
And it was way down in the fog 
Momma sewed the rags together 
Sewin' every piece with love 
She made my coat of many colors 
That I was so proud of 
As she sewed, she told a story 
From the bible, she had read 
About a coat of many colors 
Joseph wore and then she said 
Perhaps this coat will bring you 
Good luck and happiness 
And I just couldn't wait to wear it 
And momma blessed it with a kiss 

Chorus: 

My coat of many colors 
That my momma made for me 
Made only from rags 
But I wore it so proudly 
Although we had no money 
I was rich as I could be 
In my coat of many colors 
My momma made for me 

So with patches on my britches 
Holes in both my shoes 
In my coat of many colors 
I hurried off to school 
Just to find the others laughing 
And making fun of me 
In my coat of many colors 
My momma made for me 

And oh I couldn't understand it 
For I felt I was rich 
And I told them of the love 
My momma sewed in every stitch 
And I told 'em all the story 
Momma told me while she sewed 
And how my coat of many colors 
Was worth more than all their clothes 

But they didn't understand it 
And I tried to make them see 
That one is only poor 
Only if they choose to be 
Now I know we had no money 
But I was rich as I could be 
In my coat of many colors 
My momma made for me 
Made just for me 

Rhinestone Cowboy
Composer(s): Larry Weiss
Performer(s): Glen Campbell



I've been walkin' these streets so long
Singin' the same old song
I know every crack in these dirty sidewalks of Broadway
Where hustle's the name of the game
And nice guys get washed away like the snow and the rain
There's been a load of compromisin'
On the road to my horizon 
But I'm gonna be where the lights are shinin' on me

Like a rhinestone cowboy
Riding out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeo
Like a rhinestone cowboy
Getting cards and letters from people I don't even know
And offers comin' over the phone

Well, I really don't mind the rain
And a smile can hide all the pain
But you're down when you're ridin' the train that's takin' the long way
And I dream of the things I'll do
With a subway token and a dollar tucked inside my shoe
There'll be a load of compromisin'
On the road to my horizon 
But I'm gonna be where the lights are shinin' on me

Like a rhinestone cowboy
Riding out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeo
Rhinestone cowboy
Gettin' cards and letters from people I don't even know
And offers comin' over the phone

Like a rhinestone cowboy
Riding out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeo

Rhinestone cowboy
Gettin' cards and letters from people I don't even know

The Scene Changes
Composer(s): Hill
Performer(s): Joe Loss
and multiple other artists



The scene changes
I’m in a park in Paris
But it’s so dark in Paris
Because I’m away from you

The scene changes
I’m in a lane in London
But there is rain in London
Because I’m away from you

I’ve been a fool to run away
To say that I’ve done away with love
Although the earth should swallow me
Your face would follow me forever

The scene changes
My ship at last is home bound
I’ll travel fast for I’ve found
I’ll always belong to you

Coal Tattoo
Composer(s): Billy Edd Wheeler
Originally performed by: The Kingston Trio
Covered by various other artists



Travelin' down that coaltown road
Listen to those rubber tires whine
Goodbye to Buckeye and White Sycamore
I'm leavin' you behind
I've been a coal man all my life
Layin' down track in the hole
Got a back like an ironwood bent by the wind
Blood veins blue as the coal
Somebody said "That's a strange tattoo
You have on the side of your head"
I said "That's a blue print, left by the coal
Just a little more and I'd be dead"
And I love the rumble and I love the dark
I love the cool of the slate
But it's on down the new road lookin' for a job
It's the travelin' and lookin' I hate
I've stood for the union, walkin' the line
Fought against the company
Stood for the U. M. W. of A.
Now who's gonna stand for me?
I got no house and I got no pay
Just got a worried soul
And this blue tattoo on the side of my head
Left by the number nine coal
Someday when I'm dead and gone
To Heaven, the land of my dreams
I won't have to worry on losin' my job
To bad times 'n big machines
I ain't gonna pay my money away
For pensions and hospital plans
I'm gonna pick coal where the blue heavens roll
And sing with the angel bands