This Old Guitar
Composer(s): John Denver
First release by: John Denver - 1974
Covered by multiple other artists



This old guitar taught me to sing a love song
This old guitar gave me my lovely lady
This old guitar gave me my life my living

it showed me how to laugh and how to cry
it opened up her eyes and ears to me
all the things you know I love to do

It introduced me to some friends of mine 
it brought us close together
to serenade the stars that shine

and brightened up some days
and I guess it broke her heart
from a sunny mountain-side

and helped me make it through some lonely nights 
Oh it opened up the space for us to be
and most of all to sing my songs for you 

What a friend to have on a cold and lonely night
What a lovely place and a lovely space to be
I love to sing my songs for you

Yes I do, you know and I love to sing my songs for you

Cried Like A Baby
Composer(s): Craig Doerge; Paul Williams
Performer(s): Bobby Sherman



Always had the best of everything 
Anything money could buy 
I go first class and I'll live like a king till I die 
I surround myself with treasure 
And devote each day to pleasure 
Until late at night this king begins to cry 

And I have cried like a baby in the darkness of my room 
Nobody there to hold my trembling hand 
And I cried like a baby in the darkness of my room 
With nobody there to love or understand

In the comfort of my castle I have lived my life in style 
Let the troubled world just up and pass me by 
I surround myself with treasure and I fill each day with pleasure 
Until late at night this king begins to cry 

And I have cried like a baby in the darkness of my room 
Nobody there to hold my trembling hand 
And I cried like a baby in the darkness of my room 
With nobody there to love or understand 

In the hollow of an empire I've become a warrior king 
Hunting golden deals and million dollar schemes 
When our fate has been decided 
And my soul's been sub-divided 
I will cry alone for half forgotten dreams 

And I have cried like a baby in the darkness of my room 
Nobody there to hold my trembling hand 
And I cried like a baby in the darkness of my room 
With nobody there to love or understand

Cried like a baby in the darkness of my room 
Nobody there to hold my trembling hand 
And I cried like a baby in the darkness of my room 
With nobody there to love or understand 

Janet
Composer(s): Bobby Caldwell;
Paul Fox; Franne Golde
Performer(s): The Commodores; Bobby Caldwell



Mmm...hmm...hmm...mmm...hmm...mmm...
Mmm...mmm...

Tearin’ me apart
Somehow I just joined in
She’s playing with my heart
But Janet’s so aware

And people tell me, “She keeps telling you lies”
I guess they wonder how I stand it, oh
But when I look in her eyes
I know it’s love the way I planned it
I believe in Janet

Janet, they don’t understand it
The whole thing must be wrong
I gave my heart to Janet
And she won’t lead me on

Janet
Oh, Janet

There could never be
Another girl like Janet
It’s only her and me
Together on this planet

And people tell me, “She keeps telling you lies”
I guess they wonder how I stand it, oh, yeah
But when I look in her eyes
I know it’s love the way I planned it
I believe in Janet

Janet, they don’t understand it
The whole thing must be wrong
I gave my heart to Janet
And she won’t lead me on

Janet
Oh, Janet

Why can’t they see
Without her there’d be
No reason to go on and on

As long as she stays with me
I’ll keep holdin’ on
I believe in Janet

I believe in Janet, they don’t understand it
The whole world must be wrong
I gave my heart to Janet
And she won’t lead me on

Janet, Ja-Janet, they don’t understand it
The whole world must be wrong
I gave my heart to Janet
And she won’t lead me on

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh

Janet, they don’t understand it
The whole thing must be wrong
I gave my heart to Janet
And she won’t lead me on

Janet, they don’t understand it
The whole thing must be wrong

This Ol' Cowboy
Composer(s): Toy Caldwell
Performer(s): The Marshall Tucker Band; Toy Caldwell; Randy Waller



Well I'm sittin down in San Antoine'
waitin' on the eight o'clock train
My woman left me here last night
things ain't been quite the same

I gotta get back to Dallas
and tie up a few loose ends
I'm gonna work a week
make a hundred dollars
ahhh hit the road again

So I don't want you to think
that you the first one
to leave me out here on my own
'cause this ain't gonna be
the first time
this ol' cowboy
spent the night alone

Well Honey I've been a fool
but a bigger fool
I can't remember when I've been
Just to open up my heart
and let you walk right in

But there's one thing in life
that ain't hard for me to do
and thats as soon as I kiss
the lips of another women
I'm gonna forget all about you

So I don't want you to think
you the first one
to leave me out here on my own
'cause this ain't gonna be
the first time
this ol' cowboy
spent the night alone

Ah if you wrote all
the womens' names
that I've know'd
and let me pick one out
I don't believe there be one
in the whole bunch
Ah I'd give a hoot about

So I don't want you to think
that you the first one
to leave this ol' boy out
here on his own
No it ain't gonna be
the first time
this ol' cowboy
spent the night alone

No it ain't gonna be
the first time
this ol' cowboy
spent the night alone

Criado Por Lobos
Composer(s): Miguel Mateos
Performer(s): Miguel Mateos



Todo lo que anda dando vueltas
tarde o temprano nos alcanza
hoy dejaré la puerta abierta
y lo encararé
Si fuimos criados por lobos
amamantados en su fe
quisiera encontrar el modo
para volverte a ver

Sueños, sueños
el viento se lleva los sueños
Deja, sólo deja...
hojas secas en el lugar

Dame refugio
dámelo ya
hoy que he perdido casi todo
y ya no se si estás
si cualquier modo
fuimos criados por lobos

Caminaré por Buenos Aires
con mi guitarra y mi gabán
mi detector de mentiras
en medio de la oscuridad
y cuando encuentre al que me dijo
que fuiste criada por lobos
le haré decir mil veces Piedad
y lo pondré a soñar...

Sueños, sueños
el viento se lleva los sueños
Deja, sólo deja...
hojas secas en el lugar

Dame refugio
dámelo ya
hoy que he perdido casi todo
y ya no se si estás
si cualquier modo
fuimos criados por lobos

y ya no se si estás
si cualquier modo
fuimos criados por lobos

.ratilim nóiserper al rop
sodicerapased sogima sol
sodot ed airomem ne

Todo lo que anda dando vueltas
tarde o temprano nos alcanza
hoy dejaré la puerta abierta
y lo encararé

Jane
Composer(s): Craig Chaquico;
David Freiberg; Paul Kantner; Jim McPherson
Performer(s): Jefferson Starship



Jane, you say it's all over 
For you and me girl
There's a time for love 
And a time for lettin' it be baby

Jane, you're playin' a game called 
Called "hard to get" by its real name
Makin' believe that you just don't feel the same
Oh Jane

Jane, you're playin' a game
You never can win girl
You're stayin' away so I ask you
"Where you been, baby?"

Like a cat and a mouse (cat and a mouse)
From door to door and-a house to house
Don't you pretend you don't know
What I'm talking about

Were all those nights we spent together, hey hey
Only because you didn't know better
I got to know
Jane, you're playin' a game
You're playin' a game, playin' a game

(Jane, Jane, Jane)
Woah Jane you're playin' a game
But why I don't see
Jane you're playin' for fun
But I play for keeps, yes I do
(Jane, Jane, Jane)
That's a game on me, yeah
(Jane, Jane, Jane)
So plain to see
(Jane, Jane, Jane)
Janie, Janie, Janie, Janie, Janie
(Jane, Jane, Jane)
Why you foolin' with me, me, me
(Jane, Jane, Jane)
(Jane, Jane, Jane)
(Jane, Jane, Jane)
(Jane, Jane, Jane)

This Offer Is Unrepeatable
Composer(s): Brodsky Quartet - Declan MacManus - Elvis Costello 
Ian Belton - Jacqueline Thomas - Michael Thomas - Paul Cassidy
Performer(s): Elvis Costello; Michelle Murray



Don't Send Any Money!
Fate has no price
Ignore at your peril this splendid advice
An invaluable link in an infinite chain
An offer like this will just not come again

You wish you had women to charm and bewitch
Power of life and death over the rich young girls will be swooning
Because you're exciting them
And not only fall at your feet but be biting them

Guaranteed, guaranteed to capture your breath
Or just possibly scare you to death

Sign it and seal it and send it to friends
But don't mention my name
Don't make any long term plans

In thirty-six hours your fortunes will change
Your best friends won't know you
And neither will strangers
Do not keep this letter
It must leave your hand
You have been selected from over five thousand

A twister or dupe will bamboozle or hoodwink you
I can't say more it would only confuse you
The wine that they offer will go to your head
And you'll start to see double in fishes and bread

Guaranteed, guaranteed for a lifetime or more
Guaranteed, for this world and the next
Guaranteed, guaranteed for the world and its mother
Cherish this life as you don't get another one

Unless you should take up this fabulous offer
Don't leave it too late or you'll be bound to suffer
And woebetide anyone so woebegone
You won't know you're born or about to pass on

You'll never get tired
You'll never get bored
By the way I just hope you're insured

And if you're not satisfied
If you want more
We can always provide an improved overture
Guaranteed at a price that is almost unbeatable
This offer is unrepeatable

Your trouble will vanish
Your tears will dry
Your blessing will just multiply
Guaranteed at a price that is almost unbeatable
This offer is unrepeatable

Guaranteed, guaranteed to bring fortune and favor
In a riot of colours, (a variety of) and flavours
Guaranteed at a price that is almost unbeatable
This offer is unrepeatable

Would I lie to you? Would I sell you a dud?

Cri Du Coeur
Composer(s): Henri Crolla; Jacques Prévert
Performer(s): Edith Piaf
and multiple other artists



C'est pas seulement ma voix qui chante
C'est l'autre voix, une foule de voix
Voix d'aujourd'hui ou d'autrefois
Des voix marrantes, ensoleillées
Désespérées, émerveillées
Voix déchirantes et brisées
Voix souriantes et affolées
Folles de douleur et de gaieté

C'est la voix d'un chagrin tout neuf
La voix de l'amour mort ou vif
La voix d'un pauvre fugitif
La voix d'un noyé qui fait plouf
C'est la voix d'une enfant qu'on giffle
C'est la voix d'un oiseau craintif
La voix d'un moineau mort de froid
Sur le pavé d' la rue d' la joie...

Et toujours, toujours quand je chante
Cet oiseau-là chante avec moi
Toujours, toujours, encore vivante
Sa pauvre voix tremble pour moi
Si je disais tout ce qu'il chante
Tout c'que j'ai vu et tout c'que j'sais
J'en dirais trop et pas assez
Et tout ça je veux l'oublier

D'autres voix chantent un vieux refrain
C'est leur souvenir, c'est plus le mien
Je n'ai plus qu'un seul cri du coeur :
"j'aime pas l'malheur! j'aime pas l'malheur!"
Et le malheur me le rend bien
Mais je l' connais, il m' fait plus peur
Il dit qu'on est mariés ensemble
Même si c'est vrai, je n'en crois rien

Sans pitié j'écrase mes larmes
Je leur fais pas d'publicité
Si on tirait l'signal d'alarme
Pour des chagrins particuliers
Jamais les trains n'pourraient rouler
Et je regarde le paysage
Si par hasard il est trop laid
J'attends qu'il se refasse une beauté

Et les douaniers du désespoir
Peuvent bien éventrer mes bagages
Me palper et me questionner
J'ai jamais rien à déclarer
L'amour comme moi part en voyage
Un jour je le rencontrerai
A peine j'aurai vu son visage
Tout de suite je le reconnaîtrai...

Jamie
Composer(s): Mickey Stevenson; Barrett Strong
Performer(s): Eddie Holland



Shhhhhh 
Listen my friends while I tell you 
About a girl that's so divine 
I love her for the joy she's brought me 
For she's mine all mine 
Oh, Jamie 
Talkin' 'bout Jamie 
Talkin' 'bout Jamie 
That's my love 

Hair so long and pretty 
Eyes that shine like gold 
She has the kind of love for me 
That will never, never grow old 
Oh, Jamie 
I'm talkin' 'bout Jamie 
Oh talkin' 'bout Jamie 
That's my girl 

Ooh 

She comforts me when I am sad now 
She sticks with me when times are bad 
She kisses me and holds me so tight 
To me she's out of sight 

Oh.. Lips so warm and tender 
Kisses so divine 
I thank the Lord up above 
For making Jamie all mine 
I'm so glad to belong to her 
And she's mine all mine 

Oh Jamie 
Talkin' 'bout Jamie 
Yeah talkin' 'bout Jamie 
That's my girl 

Uh here she comes huh 
Talkin' 'bout Jamie 
Talkin' 'bout Jamie

This Must Be Love
Performer(s): Phil Collins



It must be love, I'm feeling 
This must be love 
Oh this must be love, I'm feeling 
This must be love 

Well I wait in every day, just in case
You decide to call 
And I can hardly wait, 'cause I never thought time could pass so slowly 

It must be love, I'm feeling 
This must be love 
Oh this must be love, I'm feeling 
This must be love 

Happiness is something I never thought I'd feel again, but now I know 
It's you that I've been looking for 
And day by day more and more 
I know what you think, you've heard it before 
Don't tell me I know 
But this feeling inside my heart
You know I'm never letting go 
'Cause I think that... 

It must be love, I'm feeling 
This must be love 
Oh this must be love, I'm feeling 
This must be love 

Words can only say so much 
It's hard to express 
The things you do to me 
You're everything I could ever dreamed you'd be 

This must be love, I'm feeling 
This must be love 
Oh this must be love, I'm feeling 
This must be love... 

Crepuscular Solidão
Composer(s): Teófilo Chantre
Performer(s): Césaria Évora



Vento di mar
Trazê-me um cretcheu
Ness detardinha
Di céu nublado

Um tchuva d’amor
Podê fazê flori
Um coração
Quemode di paixão

Na patamar
Dum vida singela
Mim comtemplá
Dona felicidade

Nem um olhar
M’encontrá
Num multidão
Tão solitária

Refrão
Já tem gente
Gente até demas
Qui’tita sofrê
Na solidão

Já tem gente
Qu’ta quase ta morrê
Na luz cadente
Dum crepúsculo

James James Morrison Morrison
Composer(s): A. Milne; Chad Mitchell
Performer(s): The Chad Mitchell Trio



James James Morrison Morrison 
Weatherby George DuPree
Took great care of his mother though he was only three
James James said to his mother
"Mother," he said, said he
"You must never go down to the end of the town
if you don't go down with me
Don't ever go down to the end of the town
if you don't go down with me"

James James Morrison's mother put on her golden gown
James James Morrison's mother, she drove to the end of the town
James James Morrison's mother
She said to herself, said she
"Well, I can get down to the end of the town
And be back in time for tea
Well, I can get down to the end of the town
And be back in time for tea"

King John put up a notice: "Lost, stolen or strayed
James James Morrison's mother
She seems to have been mislaid
Wandering vaguely all about quite of her own accord
She tried to get down to the end of the town
Forty shillings reward
She tried to get down to the end of the town
Forty shillings reward

James James Morrison Morrison, commonly known as "Jim"
Said to his other relations not to go blaming him
For James James said to his mother
"Mother", he said, said he
"Don't ever go down to the end of the town
If you don't go down with me
You must never go down to the end of the town
If you don't go down with me"

Now James James Morrison's mother
She hasn't been heard of since
King John sent down to give his regrets
And so did the queen and the prince
King John, somebody told me
Said to a man he knew
"If people go down to the end of the town
Well what can anyone do?
If people go down to the end of the town
Well what can anyone do?"

This Morning It Was Summer
Composer(s): Bob Haymes
Performer(s): Nat King Cole; Natalie Cole



This morning it was summer
I remember long ago
A skylark on my shoulder told me so

This morning we were lovers
We were happy and we were gay
But now, love you are somewhere far away
You left me in the sunshine, now there is rain
Oh I tried so hard to find you
But all my searching was in vain

This evening it is winter
Yet my heart sounds this alarm
This morning it was summer in your arms
Yes I tried so hard to find you
But all my searching was in vain

This evening it is winter
Yet my heart sounds this alarm
This morning it was summer in your arms
Summer in, summer in your arms

Crepe On The Old Cabin Door (aka Crepe Upon The Little Cabin Door)
Composer(s): Thompson - Guernsey
Performer(s): Vernon Dalhart
and multiple other artists



Oh, young fellows, do take warning
While you this tale I tell
I tell it from a heart that's sad and sore

Come and learn from me a lesson
As I have learned it well
From the crepe upon the little cabin door

Oh, I left my home and kindred
And those who loved me well
It broke my mother's heart, the life I led

Then, from her there came a letter
To say she wished me well
Now I tell to you the pleading words I read

"I'm getting old and feeble
My hair will soon be grey
And every day I'm waiting at the door

Oh, my boy, come home to see me
Before I go away
Oh, I fear I'll never see you anymore"

But I did not heed the warning
I'd hear it day by day
Just wasting time on women, wine and song

But this kind of sinful pleasure
Lasts only for a day
And the sorrows of repentance last so long

Then at last I journied homeward
And as I climbed the hill
I thought to see my mother's face once more

But as I passed through the gateway
My aching heart stood still
There was crepe upon the little cabin door

Oh, young fellows, do take warning
You've heard this tale I tell
You've heard it from a heart that's sad and sore

Come and learn from me a lesson
As I have learned it well
From the crepe upon the little cabin door

James Dean
Composer(s): Jackson Browne;
Glenn Frey; J.D. Souther; Don Henley
Performer(s): The Eagles



James Dean, James Dean
I know just what you mean
James Dean, you said it all so clean
And I know my life would look allright
If I could see it on the silver screen

You were the lowdown rebel if there ever was
Even if you had no cause
James Dean, you said it all so clean
And I know my life would look all right
If I could see it on the silver screen

We'll talk about a low-down bad refrigerator
You were just too cool for school
Sock hop, soda pop, basketball and auto shop
The only thing that got you off was breakin' all the rules
James Dean, James Dean
So hungry and so lean
James Dean, you said it all so clean
And I know my life would look all right
If I could see it on the silver screen

Little James Dean, up on the screen
Wond'rin' who he might be
Along came a Spyder and picked up a rider
And took him down the road to eternity

James Dean, James Dean, you bought it sight unseen

You were too fast to live, too young to die, bye-bye
You were to fast to live, too young to die, bye-bye
Bye-bye, Bye-bye, Bye-bye, Bye, bye

This Moody Bastard
Composer(s): Walter Becker
Performer(s): Walter Becker



Little friend of mine
Can you still recall
Our salad days
Between the ivy walls?
Beneath the autumn sun?
When all is said and done
We were a good combination
We were good clean fun
Still my thoughts roll back
Every now and then
Think about you
Remembering
I start in smiling and
I just can't stop
You on the bottom
Me on top

These days it's like a tomb
Amid in the stacks of gloom
Looking out the window
In the downstairs room
And the time goes by
And the time goes by
Sometimes it goes so slowly
You know a man could cry
Till the day goes down
In deep disgrace
With empty pockets
And a dirty face
And then the day boils over
And there's nothing there
But a roomful of smoke and a lot of hot air

This moody bastard remembers
You were some kind of friend even then
Once in a great while
He needs one...
This moody bastard
This moody bastard
He needs one
He needs some kind of friend now and again
Once in blue moon
Could use one
This moody bastard

Little friend of mine
You don't even know
When the wind starts blowing
How far a man could go
Little friend of mine
Are you even there
Did you disappear
Back into thin air
If you 're still here with me
If you got this far
I hope you're smiling
In fact I know you are

This moody bastard remembers
You were some kind of friend even then
Once in a great while
He needs one...
This moody bastard
This moody bastard
He needs one
He needs some kind of friend now and again
Once in blue moon
Could use one
This moody bastard
This moody bastard

Creo
Composer(s): Carlos Gali
Performer(s): Javier Solís



Creo que estoy equivocado de camino
creo que es imposible ya tu cariño
Muchas veces lloré cuando cuenta me di
de que no me querías, y al verme sufrir
te reíste de mí con ironía

Creo que mi sinceridad fue mi castigo
te di todo mi amor a cambio de martirio
Después de fracasar por el mundo yo he de encontrar
un amor, un amor de verdad

Creo que mi sinceridad fue mi castigo
te di todo mi amor a cambio de martirio
Después de fracasar por el mundo yo he de encontrar
un amor, un amor de verdad

James Connolly
(Traditional)



A great crowd had gathered outside of Kilmeinhem
With their heads uncovered they knelt on the ground
From inside that grim prison lay a brave Irish soldier
His life for his country about to lay down

He went to his death like a true son of Ireland
The firing party he bravely did face
Then the order rang out: "Present Arms, Fire!"
James Connolly fell into a ready-made grave

The black flag they hoisted the cruel deed was over
Gone was the man who loved Ireland so well
There was many a sad heart in Dublin that morning
When they murdered James Connolly, the Irish Rebel!

God's curse on you, England, you cruel-hearted monster
Your deeds they would shame all the devils in hell
There are no flowers blooming but the shamrock is growing
On the grave of James Connolly, the Irish Rebel!

Many years have rolled by since that Irish rebellion
When the guns of Britannia they loudly did speak
The bold I.R.A. they stood shoulder to shoulder
And the blood from their bodies flowed down Sackville Street

The Four Courts of Dublin the English bombarded
The spirit of Freedom they tried hard to quell
For above all the din rose the cry 'No Surrender'
'Twas the voice of James Cannolly, the Irish Rebel

This Moment In Time
Composer(s): Carl Belew - Shelby Singelton - W.S. Stevenson
Performer(s): Engelbert Humperdinck



More than a ripple
Less than a splash
The heir to a long line of glory
Give me the morning
and I'll give you a song
It's so good being part of the story...

This Moment in Time
This right time of day
Oh-oh, I love being with you
and watching my life at play...

My love in your eyes
is light in my dreams
and the feelings you choose
have touches of blues and greens...

This trip into time
this time, listen, praise
And like a kid in a store
I'll always want more to taste...

And no matter what comes
I know the sun is gonna shine
Because of you, and me
there'll be This Moment in Time

And no matter what comes
I know the sun is gonna shine
Because of you, and me
there'll be This Moment in Time

More than a ripple
Less than a splash
The heir to a long line of glory
Give me the morning
and I'll give you a song
It's so good being part of the story...

This Moment in Time
This right time of day
Oh-oh, I love being with you
and watching my life at play...

And no matter what comes
I know the sun is gonna shine
Because of you, and me
there'll be This Moment in Time

Hmm, hmm-hmm hmm hmm...
Hmm, hmm-hmm hmm hmm-hmm...

Creo
Composer(s): Fito Paez
Performer(s): Fito Paez



Creo que aun tal vez piensas en mi
creo poder captarlo
creo que al fin nada tiene fin
creo desesperado
creo que morir es una sensación
creo que vivir podría serlo pero ahora es algo mucho mas real
creo que salí a ver un poco de sol
creo que te vi bailando Beatles en alguna vieja casa del lugar

Creo que aun tal vez piensas en mi
creo poder captarlo 
y ya no quiero verte tan triste, triste así
creo que estas llorando 
me acuerdo que abrí la puerta y eras vos
después me perdí mirándote desnuda y te reías de mi cara de maldad
entonces sentí la cima del amor
y si me caí no importa porque todo todo todo todo esto es de los dos

no quiero nada que nos haga mal
yo creo
yo creo y con eso basta
creo que aun tal vez piensas en mi
creo poder captarlo