Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Cowboy Song Composer(s): Brian Downey; Phil Lynott First release by: Thin Lizzy - 1976 and multiple other artists
I am just a cowboy lonesome on the trail A starry night, a campfire light The coyote call, the howling winds wail So I ride out to the old sundown
I am just a cowboy lonesome on the trail Lord, Im just thinking about a certain female The nights we spent together riding on the range Looking back it seems so strange
Roll me over and turn me around Let me keep spinning till I hit the ground Roll me over and let me go Running free with the buffalo
I was took in Texas I did not know her name Lord, all these southern girls seem the same Down below the border in a town in Mexico I got my job busting broncs for the rodeo
Roll me over and turn me around Let me keep spinning till I hit the ground Roll me over and let me go Riding in the rodeo
Roll me over and set me free The cowboys life is the life for me
This Heart Of Mine Composer(s): Harry Warren - Arthur Freed Performer(s): Fred Astaire and multiple other artists
Maybe it was the music Or the glamorous sky of blue Maybe it was the mood I was in Or maybe it was really you... really you
This heart of mine was doing very well The world was fine as far as I could tell And then quite suddenly I saw you, and I dreamed of gay amours At dawn i wake up singing sentimental overtures
This heart of mine is gaily dancing now I taste the wine of real romancing now Somehow this crazy world has taken on a wonderful design As long as life endures, it's yours, this heart of mine
Cowboy From Brooklyn Composer(s): Johnny Mercer; Harry Warren Performer(s): Jimmy Dorsey and multiple other artists
When I was just a little shaver back in Brooklyn I always thought that I would like to be a cowboy Because I loved to see 'em in the movin' pictures A-ridin' and a-shootin' away And so as I grew up I saved a lotta money I bought a saddle and I bought a buckin' bronco I said goodbye to all the fellas back in Brooklyn And I went to Arizona one day But I'll tell you, Pard, I worked so hard And ev'rybody played so rough That they always had me waitin' on the table Sweepin' out the stable and stuff ! And so I sold my saddle and my buckin' bronco And you won't ever catch me near another cowboy 'Cause I can always see 'em in the movin' pictures A-ridin' and a-shootin' away Okay! But I belong in Brooklyn Hangin' 'round the drugstore 'Roundin' up the sodas all day
J'Ai Raté Le Coche Composer(s): Salvatore Adamo Performer(s): Salvatore Adamo
Quand est mort mon oncle Léon J'héritais d'son accordéon J'y ai mis toute mon ardeur Là j'étais plus au goût de l'heure
J'ai raté le coche C'est ça qui est moche
Ma fiancée était jolie Elle me dit 11 heures à la mairie Quand j'arrivai au train de midi Elle me présenta son mari
J'ai raté le coche encore une fois J'ai raté le coche touchons du bois
J'ai trouvé un gros portefeuille Au Grand Hôtel, Dieu quel accueil! Quand je me présentai pour payer Les billets étaient périmés
J'ai raté le coche, c'est ça qu'est moche J'ai raté le coche, c'est ça qu'est moche
Comme un voleur je fus jugé Au fond je ne plaignais de rien Un prisonnier ça mange bien C'était complet j'suis acquitté
On m'attribue quelques talents Je suis allé trouver Paris Pour lui communiquer mes prix Hélas Paris était absent
J'ai raté le coche, c'est ça qu'est moche J'ai raté le coche, c'est ça qu'est moche
J'avais les poches pleines d'espoir Maintenant c'est moche je vois tout noir Laisse à Gavroche toute sa gloire T'es qu'un fantoche, t'es qu'une bonne poire
Comme je me connais je pense bien Que ça va durer toute ma vie C'est ma nature, j'y suis pour rien Je rate le coche, ça vient de Fam Je rate le coche c'est ça qu'est moche Je rate le coche c'est ça qu'est moche Je rate le coche c'est ça qu'est moche Je rate le coche c'est ça qu'est moche Je rate le coche c'est ça qu'est moche
This Guy's In Love With You Composer(s): Hal David - Burt Bacharach First release by: Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass - 1968 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1994 - Aozora No Kakera (Shoko Suzuki) 2002 - Innamorata (Ornella Vanoni)
You see this guy, this guy's in love with you Yes I'm in love who looks at you the way I do When you smile I can tell it know each other very well
How can I show you I'm glad I got to know you 'cause I've heard some talk they say you think I'm fine This guy's in love and what I'd do to make you mine Tell me now is it so don't let me be the last to know
My hands are shakin' don't let my heart keep breaking 'cause I need your love, I want your love Say you're in love and you'll be my guy, if not I'll just die
Tell me now is it so don't let me be the last to know My hands are shakin' don't let my heart keep breaking 'cause I need your love, I want your love Say you're in love and you'll be my girl, if not I'll just die
Cowboy Convention
Composer(s): Peter Barnfather - John Carter
Performer(s): Ohio Express; Buddy Alan; Don Rich
I was riding the prairie, when out of the blue I could see There were two dozen indians starting to close up on me There was no place I could run, and I never carry a gun So I cried for help
And along came Hopalong Cassidy, Maverick and Billy the Kid I'd have been lost if they hadn't shown up as they did And there was even Doc Holliday, Buffalo Bill, Jesse James And three hundred cavalry, but I can't remember their names
I was safe in my cabin and thinking of going to bed When an Indian tomahawk stuck in the wall by my head I looked through the window and saw there were three thousand Indians or more So I cried for help
And along came Hopalong Cassidy, Maverick and Billy the Kid I'd have been lost if they hadn't shown up as they did And there was even Doc Holliday, Buffalo Bill, Jesse James And three hundred cavalry, but I can't remember their names
One day I was caught and was taken to see Running Bear But we got on so well that he told me that I could stay there And according to Indian law, I could have me a choice of a squaw I needed no help!
And along came Hopalong Cassidy, Maverick and Billy the Kid I'd have been fine if they hadn't shown up as they did And there was even Doc Holliday, Buffalo Bill, Jesse James And three hundred cavalry, but I can't remember their names
Il a plutôt la gueule gentille Y s'laisse aimer tout comm' les filles Puis y vous r'garde en rigolant Alors, bien sûr, c'est désarmant Y vous donne rendez-vous un jour S'il y v'nait, ça s'rait trop facile On attend comme un imbécile Il est vraiment fait pour l'amour
{Refrain:} J'ai qu'à l'regarder J'ai envie d'chanter D'courir dans les champs Avec le printemps De chanter pour moi De crier ma joie Dès que j'l'aperçois Y m'regard' comm' ça Puis y m'dit tout bas "Viens, on va s'aimer" J'ose plus respirer C'que c'est bon d'l'aimer Tra la la la ...
Ça s'ra ma dernière aventure Oh! mon Dieu, pourvu qu'elle dure Si j'devais plus l'revoir un jour Je serais dégoûtée d'l'amour Il a tant d'femm's autour de lui Qui rôd'nt autour des ses épaules... Alors j'suis là, j'm'accroche à lui Y a vraiment qu'lui qui trouv' ça drôle
Innamorata ((Adapted from: This Guy's In Love With You (Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass) - 1968)) ((Japanese Version: Aozora No Kakera (Shoko Suzuki) - 1994)) Composer(s): Hal David - Burt Bacharach - Sergio Bardotti Performer(s): Ornella Vanoni - 2002
L'averti o no Ci pensa dietro a te Non mangia piú E beve quel che dici tu Tutta piú Fa un sospiro Sbatte gli occhi Tira il petto in sú Ma non to ammetterá Che é innamorata di...
Di te che sei Piú timido di lei L'averti o no C'é poco da nascondere Molto da accarezzare Lei é rossa Rossa come te
Ma chi sei perché Ha in corpo un diavolo E cerca te E vuole te
Lei é innamorata É un fiore che fai Sbocciare se vuoi
Cowboy Camp Meetin' Composer(s): Tim Spencer Performer(s): The Sons Of The Pioneers; Riders in the Sky
I saw the light (and I got the word) I know that it's right (and have you heard) I'm gonna Ride (cowboy camp meeting) Ride (cowboy camp meeting) Ride (cowboy camp meeting) Ride on the golden range (up in the sky) way up in the sky (up in the sky) way up in the sky (yes I'll have a cowboy camp meeting) Hallelujah brother yes sir ree yes sir ree way up in the sky
Well the Brother Buffalo Bill and Sister Lou's gonna be there brother Like me and you. And Old Kit Carson he will too way up in the sky They're gonna Ride (cowboy camp meeting) Ride (cowboy camp meeting) Ride (cowboy camp meeting) Ride on the golden range (up in the sky) way up in the sky (up in the sky) way up in the sky (Yes we'll have a cowboy camp meeting) Hallelujah brother yes sir ree yes sir ree Yes way up in the sky (up in the sky)
Gather 'round me children, get your bibles out Get your prayer bones ready, gonna tell ya about How to love one another til you almost shout Start the livin' by the book of life
I mean it Hallelujah Hallelujah (tell me brother) Hallelujah lujah, brother Tell me about the Book of Life...
There's a Matthew, A Timothy, A Jude and A John And a Zephaniah, A Zachariah and A Philemon They all got the word, but you must read on 'bout Goliath and the Book of Life, Yes siree...hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah hallelujah lujah brother Tell me about Goliath too...
Little David slew that giant so tall prove right less might for big and small he'll play his harp as i recall way up in the sky he's gonna play (cowboy camp meeting) Play (cowboy camp meeting) Play (cowboy camp meeting)) Play on the golden harp
Up in the sky Way up in the sky (up in the sky) Way up in the sky Yes he'll play (Cowboy camp meeting) Hallelujah brother yes sir ree yes sir ree
Way up in the sky Way up in the sky Way up in the sky (cowboy camp meeting) way up in the sky Away up in the sky Away up in the sky
J'ai Pleuré Sur Ma Guitare
((Adapted from: Loving Arms (Dobie Gray) - 1973))
((Danish Version: Hvis Bare Du Ku' Se Mig Nu (Peter Belli) - 1979))
Composer(s): Tom Jans
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday (France) - 1974
Si tu reviens un jour Marcher sur les traces de notre amour Tu ne trouveras plus ton chemin Si un jour ici tu reviens Tu verras la maison Comme moi Elle a son cur l'abandon Et ses portes ouvertes à tous les vents Ne me cherche pas plus longtemps
J'ai pleuré sur ma guitare En chantant notre histoire
Il pleut toujours un peu Sur les chagrins Tu es partie trop tôt Tu es venue si tard Et je ne sais même pas où va ce train
J'ai attendu longtemps Guettant ta voix Dans la voix du vent Ton image dans l'eau des torrents Et ton parfum dans les champs
Il pleut toujours un peu Sur les chagrins Tu es partie trop tôt Tu es venue si tard Et je ne sais même pas où va ce train
This Golden Ring Composer(s): Roger Cook - Roger Greenaway Performer(s): Johnny Kidd & The Pirates; The Fortunes; David & Jonathan
This golden ring's gonna make quite sure of my baby's heart This golden ring's gonna make quite sure that we never part It's so funny what a ring can do, make a girl just like you Take a ride round town, looking for a wedding gown
This golden ring's gonna bring a little tear to my baby's eye She's gonna be so happy and just like a woman she'll cry-iy-iy-iy She will cry and I know, that no mater what the future will hold It's gonna be, the two of us eternally
So I've got a ring for my baby And I'm thinkin' pretty soon that maybe That girl will be mine I'm gonna have an angel divine And everything is workin' out fine, so fine Yeah fine, so fine
This golden ring's gonna make quite sure of my baby's heart This golden ring's gonna make quite sure that we never part It's so funny what a ring can do, make a girl just like you Take a ride round town, looking for a wedding gown
This golden ring is all I have to give to you But give me time my love to make your dreams come true Ive been a-savin' all my money Ive been working hard girl, only with you in mind
We got somehing more than money We gotta a love thats gonna last Its so funny what a ring can do, make a girl just like you Take a ride downtown, searching for a wedding gown
So I've got a ring for my baby And I'm thinkin' pretty soon that maybe That girl will be mine I'm gonna have an angel divine And everything is workin' out fine, so fine Yeah fine, so fine
Coward Of The County Composer(s): Roger Bowling; Billy Edd Wheeler Performer(s): Kenny Rogers and multiple other artists
Ev'ryone considered him the coward of the county He'd never stood one single time to prove the county wrong His mama named him Tommy, the folks just called him yellow But something always told me they were reading Tommy wrong
He was only ten years old when his daddy died in prison I looked after Tommy 'cause he was my brother's son I still recall the final words my brother said to Tommy "Son, my life is over, but yours is just begun
Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done Walk away from trouble if you can It won't mean you're weak if you turn the other cheek I hope you're old enough to understand Son, you don't have to fight to be a man"
There's someone for ev'ryone and Tommy's love was Becky In her arms he didn't have to prove he was a man One day while he was workin' the Gatlin boys came callin' They took turns at Becky.... There was three of them!
Tommy opened up the door and saw his Becky cryin' The torn dress, the shattered look was more than he could stand He reached above the fireplace and took down his daddy's picture As his tears fell on his daddy's face, he heard these words again
"Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done Walk away from trouble if you can It won't mean you're weak if you turn the other cheek I hope you're old enough to understand Son, you don't have to fight to be a man"
The Gatlin boys just laughed at him when he walked into the barroom One of them got up and met him halfway 'cross the floor When Tommy turned around they said "Hey look! ol' yellow's leavin'" But you coulda heard a pin drop when Tommy stopped and blocked the door
Twenty years of crawlin' was bottled up inside him He wasn't holdin' nothin' back; he let 'em have it all When Tommy left the barroom not a Gatlin boy was standin' He said, "This one's for Becky," as he watched the last one fall And I heard him say
"I promised you, Dad, not to do the things you done I walk away from trouble when I can Now please don't think I'm weak, I didn't turn the other cheek and Papa, I sure hope you understand Sometimes you gotta fight when you're a man"
Que de fois j'ai pleuré de joie Face à mon bonheur qui vit dans ton cur Que de fois ta façon d'aimer a ensoleiller mes jours Et pourtant nous avons tremblé Chaque fois qu'il y avait un danger Mais tout ça c'est la peur du feu D'un amour heureux
Que de fois j'ai pleuré de joie A te regarder vivre à mes côtés Que de fois j'ai vu dans tes yeux L'existence du merveilleux Trop de gens souffrent encore D'être seul dans la vie Et leur cri chaque jour Est un cri d'amour
Que de fois j'ai pleuré de joie Depuis cet instant du premier serment Et depuis mon cur ne reçoit Que ce qui me vient de toi Les enfants que tu m'as donnés Les élans de ta sincérité Ton sourire, ta confiance en moi Je te dois tout ça
Quand je prends ma vie dans tes bras Je prends chaque fois le monde avec toi Mais ce soir encore une fois J'ai envie de pleurer de joie
This Girl Is A Woman Now Performer(s): Gary Puckett & The Union Gap
This girl walked in dreams Playing in a world of her own This girl was a child Existing in a playground of stone Then, one night her world was changed Her life and dreams were rearranged She would never be the same again
This Girl is a Woman Now She's learned how to live This Girl is a Woman Now She's found out what it's all about And she's learnin', learnin' to live
This girl tasted love, as tender as the gentle dawn She cried a single tear A teardrop that was sweet and warm Our hearts told us we were right And on that sweet velvet night A child had died, a woman had been born
This Girl is a Woman Now She's learned how to live This Girl is a Woman Now She's found out what it's all about And she's learnin', learnin' to live
Cow Patti Composer(s): Jim Stafford Performer(s): Jim Stafford
From the badlands came the killer He lived by his knife and the gun He'd cut you just for standing And shoot you if you tried to run He was as big as a tree and did what he pleased And everything he did was bad They said, if you was to kill him It'd only make him mad
From the goodlands came the cowgirl Patti was her name She was hot on the trail of that killer On a moped she called Flame 'Cause the killer had killed her daddy Just for spittin' in the road And you only had to kill her daddy once To get that gal p.o.'d.
Yippee-i-ay, Cow Patti Yippee-i-ay, Cow Patti She rode into town To find the man That killed her daddy Yippee-i-ay, Cow Patti
The killer hit town at daybreak Ate the door off the local saloon He started to drink You could tell there'd be a showdown soon Patti hit town in a cloud of dust Old Flame was buzzin' like a saw And the whole town got quiet as a church When the killer stepped out for the draw
Forty shots rang out, forty people fell Patti and the killer missed each other But they shot the town to hell The killer took a step toward Patti Said, "It's time I gunned you down" But he slipped in something That was laying in the street And was shot before he hit the ground
Yes, the killer slipped And it cost him his life And Patti said, as she raced out of town "You got to watch your step When you know the chips are down"
Yippee-i-ay, Cow Patti Yippee-i-ay, Cow Patti She rode into town To find the man That killed her daddy Yippee-i-ay, Cow Patti
J'ai pleuré pour la première fois J'ai pleuré, oui j'ai pleuré pour toi Si simplement tu comprenais Que moi je n'aime que toi Que rien ne peut me séparer De toi, de toi
J'ai pleuré pour ce que tu m'as fait J'ai pleuré parce que tu riais Oui, tu riais de moi Parcequ'on s'est disputé Cela peut bien arriver Tu m'as fait pleurer
Lo lo lo lo lo Lo lo lo lo lo Lo lo lo lo lo Lo lo lo lo lo Lo lo lo lo lo Lo lo lo lo lo
J'ai pleuré quand je t'ai vu partir J'ai pleuré, j'ai pensé en mourir Mais j'ai cru que c'était un jeu Que tu allais me revenir Il n'y aurait plus à l'avenir Que nous deux, nous deux
Lo lo lo lo lo Lo lo lo lo lo Lo lo lo lo lo Lo lo lo lo lo Lo lo lo lo lo Lo lo lo lo lo
Je t'en supplie tu dois me croire Il n'y a que toi à moi Écoute parler mon coeur Mais qui ne bat que pour toi Laisse pleurer mon coeur Si tu ne m'aimes pas Mais n'oublie jamais Que moi, j'ai pleuré pour toi Pour toi Pour toi Pour toi
This Flight Tonight Composer(s): Joni Mitchell First release by: Joni Mitchell - 1971 Covered by multiple other artists
Look out the left the captain said The lights down there, that's where we'll land I saw a falling star burn up Above the Las Vegas sands It wasn't the one that you gave to me That night down south between the trailers Not the early one That you can wish upon Not the northern one That guides in the sailors
Oh starbright, starbright You've got the lovin' that I like, all right Turn this crazy bird around I shouldn't have got on this flight tonight
You got the touch so gentle and sweet But you've got that look so critical Now I can't talk to you baby I get so weak Sometimes I think love is just mythical Up there's a heaven Down there's a town Blackness everywhere and little lights shine Oh, blackness, blackness dragging me down Come on light the candle in this poor heart of mine
Oh starbright, starbright You've got the lovin' that I like, all right Turn this crazy bird around I shouldn't hove got on this flight tonight
I'm drinking sweet champagne Got the headphones up high Can't numb you out Can't drum you out of my mind They're playing "Goodbye baby, Baby Goodbye, Ooh, ooh, love is blind" Up go the flaps, down go the wheels I hope you got your heat turned on baby I hope they finally fixed your automobile I hope it's better when we meet again baby
Starbright, starbright You got the lovin' that I like, all right Turn this crazy bird around I shouldn't have got on this flight tonight
Cow Cow Boogie Composer(s): Benny Carter; Gene DePaul; Don Raye First release by: Freddie Slack - 1942 Covered by multiple other artists
Out on the plains down near Santa Fe I met a cowboy ridin' the range one day And as he jogged along I heard him singing A most peculiar cowboy song It was a ditty, he learned in the city Comma ti yi yi yeah Comma ti yippity yi yeah Get along, get hip little doggies Get along, better be on your way Get along, get hip little doggies And he trucked them on down the old fairway Singin' his Cow Cow Boogie in the strangest way Comma ti yi yi yeah Comma ti yippity yi yeah Singin' his cowboy song He's just too much He's got a knocked out western accent with a Harlem touch He was raised on local weed He's what you call a swing half breed Singin' his Cow Cow Booogie in the strangest way Comma ti yi yi yeah Comma ti yippity yi yeah
Get along little doggie, better be on your way, your way Get along little doggie And he trucked them on down the old fairway Singin' his Cow Cow Boogie in the strangest way Comma ti yi yi yeah Comma ti yippity yi yeah Yip Yip singing his cowboy song Yip Yip As he was joggling along Yip Yip he sings with a Harlem touch Yip Yip that guy is just too much Singing his cow cow boogie in the strangest way Comma ti yi yi yi yi yi yeahOut on the plains down near Santa Fe I met a cowboy ridin' the range one day And as he jogged along I heard him singing A most peculiar cowboy song It was a ditty, he learned in the city Comma ti yi yi yeah Comma ti yippity yi yeah Get along, get hip little doggies Get along, better be on your way Get along, get hip little doggies And he trucked them on down the old fairway Singin' his Cow Cow Boogie in the strangest way Comma ti yi yi yeah Comma ti yippity yi yeah Singin' his cowboy song He's just too much He's got a knocked out western accent with a Harlem touch He was raised on local weed He's what you call a swing half breed Singin' his Cow Cow Booogie in the strangest way Comma ti yi yi yeah Comma ti yippity yi yeah (Orchestral interlude) Get along little doggie, better be on your way, your way Get along little doggie And he trucked them on down the old fairway Singin' his Cow Cow Boogie in the strangest way Comma ti yi yi yeah Comma ti yippity yi yeah Yip Yip singing his cowboy song Yip Yip As he was joggling along Yip Yip he sings with a Harlem touch Yip Yip that guy is just too much Singing his cow cow boogie in the strangest way Comma ti yi yi yi yi yi yeah
