Sunday Susie
Composer(s): John Dawson 
Performer(s): New Riders Of The Purple Sage



Nine To Five To Stay Alive Is What I Have To Do
Nine To Five I Stay Alive By Hoping That You
Will Come And See Me Sunday Susie
You Know Where I'll Be
Ah Come And See Me Sunday Susie
Come Make, Come Make Love With Me 

You Don't Have To Bring Me Nothing
Maybe Just Say Hi
You Don't Have To Pledge Your Loving
You Don't Have To Try
Just Come And See Me Sunday Susie
You Know Where I'll Be
Ah Come And See Me Sunday Susie
Come Make, Come Make Love With Me 

Ah Sunday Is The Lord's Day Susie
He Sat Down To Rest
Sunday Doesn't Make No Difference
Susie Is The Best 

All Alone Is Where I've Been But I Don't Want To Stay
All Alone On Sunday Susie Like I've Been Today
Ah Come And See Me Sunday Susie You Know Where I'll Be
Ah Come And See Me Sunday Susie
Come Make, Come Make Love With Me
Come Make, Come Make Love With Me 

Zorro Est Arrivé
((Adapted from: Along Came Jones (by The Coasters) - 1959))
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber - Mike Stoller - Bernard Michel
Performer(s): Henri Salvador - 1964



Dans mon fauteuil, je regardais
Le film à la télé
Un type nommé Jojo le Bouffi
Poursuivait la pauvre Suzy
Il la coinça près d'la scierie
Et très méchamment lui dit:
"Si tu m'donnes pas ton ranch, en moins d'deux
Je vais t'couper en deux"
Puis il l'empoigna
Et alors?
Ben, il la ficela
Et alors?
Il la mit sous la scie
Et alors? Et alors?
Eh, eh, Zorro est arrivé
Sans s'presser
Le grand Zorro, le beau Zorro
Avec son ch'val et son grand chapeau
Mais bientôt j'ai pris la deuxième chaîne
Car un vieux schnock parlait
Charmante soirée, sur la deuxième chaîne
Ils passaient le même navet
Près d'une cabane Jo le Bouffi
Coinçait la pauvre Suzy
Et il lui disait
"Donne-moi ton ranch, eh, poupée!
Ou j'te transforme en purée"
Puis il l'empoigna
Et alors?
Ben, il la ficela
Et alors?
Il mit le feu à la dynamite
Et alors? Et alors?
Eh, eh, Zorro est arrivé
Sans s'presser
Le grand Zorro, le beau Zorro
Avec son ch'val et son grand chapeau
Mais moi j'en avais tellement marre
J'ai repris la première chaîne
Et devant mes yeux, mes yeux hagards
Se déroulait la même scène
Et Jojo, Jojo le Bouffi
Dans un sac fourrait Suzy
Disant
"Donne-moi ton ranch, eh, boudin!
Ou j'vais t'balancer sous l'train"
Puis il l'empoigna
Et alors?
Ben il la ficela
Et alors?
Sur les rails il la fit rouler
Et alors?
Ben le train arrivait, les copains!
Et alors? Et alors?
Eh, eh, Zorro est arrivé
Sans s'presser
Le grand Zorro, le beau Zorro
Avec son ch'val et son grand chapeau
Avec son flingue et son grand lasso
Avec ses bottes et son vieux banjo
Ah! Ah! Sacré Zorro, va!
Ah ah ah ah!

Sunday Morning Coming Down 
Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson
First release by: Ray Stevens - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists

Titles In Other Languages:
1971 - Søndag Morgen (by John Mogensen)
1979 - Zondagmiddag Lilian (by Louis Neefs)
1975 - Nedelní Ráno (by Pavel Bobek)



Well, I woke up Sunday morning 
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad 
So I had one more for dessert
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes 
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
Then I washed my face and combed my hair 
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

I'd smoked my mind the night before 
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking 
But I lit my first and watched a small kid 
Playing with a can that he was kicking
Then I walked across the street 
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken
And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost 
Somewhere, somehow along the way

On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday 
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short a' dying 
That's half as lonesome as the sound 
Of the sleeping city sidewalk 
And Sunday morning coming down

In the park I saw a daddy 
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school 
And listened to the songs they were singing
Then I headed down the street
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyon 
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday 
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short a' dying 
That's half as lonesome as the sound 
Of the sleeping city sidewalk 
And Sunday morning coming down

Zot Van Aa ((aka Eeuwig Geluk (by Nicole & Hugo) - 2008))
((Adapted from: Les Divorcés (by Michel Delpech) - 1973))
Composer(s): Michel Delpech - Jean-Michel Rivat - Roland Vincent - F. Rover
Performer(s): De Strangers - 1975



Soemwijle denk ik 't is ni waar, is da na al bekan e jaar
Da gij d'r uittrok mè diên andere
Nog altijd kan ik er ni bij, da gij zo tegenover mij
In doen en late kon verandere
Ge wou direkt nen avokaat, de klein die moest nor 't pensionaat
Daar was ze zogezee geborge
Want och diê vent wou aa alleen, da kind da was nen blok on oe been
D'r moest 'n ander mor veur zorge

Ge woont nà same mè diê vent, op 'n modern appartement
Zo hee 't 'm 'r wel e stuk of zeve
En z'hemme mij nà ook verteld, da ni diê vent mor wel ze geld
Ba aa den deurslag hee gegeve
Ik zèn daarom da weet ik wel, bij aa compleet van giênen tel
Ge zè mij nor het schijnt vergete
Mor a's ge me van tijd, god-wèt, veur 't iên of 't ander nodig hèt
Lot mij dan astemblieft iet wete

't Leve go voort
Mor wa naa...ik zèn nog eve zot van aa

M'n vriende zegge och komaan, vergettet. . Trekket oe ni aan
't zal allemol z'nen tijd wel dure
Mor azzek thuis koom krij'k 't wèr, en ik zit lak nen onnozelèr
Te suffe tusse m'n vier mure
Ik wou da'k oe spreke kon, al was het langs den telefon'
Mor ik heb de moed ni om te belle
Ik heb de nummero pertang, mor 't hee d'in feite giên belang
Wa kunne wij nà nog vertelle

't Leve go voort
Mor wa naa...ik zèn nog eve zot van aa

Ik weet wel dat 't aa ni intresseert, mor 'k heb in 't eerste geprobeerd
Om me veur aa van kant te make
Het feit da gij kon afstand doen, van al wa tussen ons bestoeng
Da konnek ni gewoon gerake
Mor sè ge zie, we leve toch, en af en toe dan droom ik nog
Da meen ik zonder overdrijve
Ik droom dan da wij allebei, beginne mè 'n proper lei
Om dan veurgoe bijeen te blijve

't Leve go voort
Mor wa naa...ik zèn nog eve
Eve zot van aa

Søndag Morgen
((Adapted from: Sunday Morning Coming Down (by Ray Stevens) - 1969))
Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson - John Mogensen
Performer(s): John Mogensen - 1971

Titles In Other Languages:
1979 - Zondagmiddag Lilian (by Louis Neefs)
1975 - Nedelní Ráno (by Pavel Bobek)



Jeg stod op en søndag morgen
kigged´ ud og så en himmel trist og grå
fik mig vasket lidt en kam igennem håret
skægget lod jeg bare stå
Hvorfor pynte sig, en ensom mand
der blot skal ha´ en lang dag til at gå
og for øvrigt knækked´ snørrebåndet
det var det, der mangled´ 
Jeg fik nok
Jeg sprang ned a´ trappen, ud på gaden
blæsten kom og rusked´ mig i nakken
Jeg blev hurtigt kølet af, slog kraven op
og fandt den sidste mønt i frakken
På en kaffebar i nabolaget sad jeg lidt og lytted´ efter snakken
det´ svært at være ene, når man ønsker
man var medlem af en flok
Så´n en tidlig søndag morgen er der ingen brug for mig
Alle andre holder fridag, slapper af, kun ikke jeg
Når man lever helt alene uden no´en at holde af
må man nok ha´ lov at mene, søndag er den værste dag
I en park så jeg en far
som stod og leged´ med sin pige ved en gynge
Fra et åbent vindue hørtes barnegråd
en mor fik standset ved at synge
Det var mer´ end jeg ku´ ta´
det var som sten blev lagt på hjertet i en dynge
Jeg blev syg i sjælen
længtes efter kærlighed, et sted at gå i dok
Så´n en tidlig søndag morgen er der ingen brug for mig
Alle andre holder fridag, slapper af, kun ikke jeg
Når man lever helt alene uden no´en at holde af
må man nok ha´ lov at mene, søndag er den værste dag

You Oughta Be In Pictures
Composer(s): Edward Heyman; Dana Suesse
Performer(s): Little Jack Little;
and various other artists



You oughta be in pictures
You’re wonderful to see
You oughta be in pictures
Oh what a hit you would be! 
Your voice would thrill a nation
Your face would be adored
You’d make a great sensation 
with wealth and fame your reward
And if you should kiss the way you kiss
When we’re alone
You’d make ev’ry girl and man
A fan worshiping at your throne 
You oughta shine as brightly 
As Jupiter and Mars
You oughta be in pictures
My star of stars

The Children Of Bethlehem
Composer(s): Tom Paxton
Performer(s): John Denver



The children of Bethlehem
One cold winter's night
Were wakened by singing
And a heavenly light
With whispers and murmurs
On pattering feet
The children of Bethlehem
Came into the street
The people were sleeping
All safely in bed
The children heard singing
In the sky overhead
They heard, "Peace will be with you
Whoever you are
Oh, come to the stable
Come, follow the Star!"
And the children of Bethlehem
That cold winter's night
Came down to the stable
They followed the light
Now the roosters were crowing
At the dawning of day
The baby lay sleeping
In the manger he lay
The children of Bethlehem
Came in two by two
They came to the manger
That the Star brought them to
They came to the manger
Where the sweet Baby lay
The children of Bethlehem
Showed us the way

You Ought To Be With Me
Composer(s): Al Green;
Willie Mitchell; Al Jackson
Performer(s): Al Green; Al Jarreau



Sit right down and talk to me
about how you want to be
you ought to be with me
ya, you ought to be with me
Thinking about what people do
talking about how I love you
thinking there's nothing to what they say
you ought to be with me, anyway
They don't want to see us do
all of the dumb things we want to
you ought to be with me
hey, you ought to be with me
You don't have to waste my time
if you want to be a friend of mine
you can be denied and walk away
and turn your back for another day
You ought to be the kind of girl
that can brighten up this old world
and it's hard to see why you and me
can't be together happily
I'm trying to realize
you being with some other guy
I don't know the reason why
you ought to be with me until I die
(you ought to be with me until I die)
I don't want to waste my time
if you want to be a friend of mine
I want to hold you tight, love you right
put good feelin' in your night

Sunday Morning Christian
Composer(s): Harlan Howard
Performer(s): Harlan Howard



Mr. Jones, this car you sold me, isn't all that I desired
You swore it was young and healthy, now I find it's old and tired
But a deal's a deal you tell me and there's nothing to be done
Mr Jones, I'd like you better if you robbed me with a gun

You're a Sunday morning Christian, sir, singin' louder than the rest
Beg forgiveness at the altar, with your chin down on your chest
But tomorrow will be Monday, you'll revert back to your ways
Gougin' kickin' cheatin' shovin', with no thoughts of God or lovin'
Don't let me stand in your way
Surely God will forgive you next Sunday

Mrs. Smith, your fine attendance shows the Christian life you live
But I know your little secret, you expect God to forgive
You'll kiss your husband Monday mornin', see him safely on his way
Then get ready for your lover, it's a long time till Sunday

You're a Sunday morning Christian, ma'm, singin' louder than the rest
Beg forgiveness at the altar, with your chin down on your chest
But tomorrow will be Monday, you'll revert back to your ways
Gougin' kickin' cheatin' shovin', with no thoughts of God or lovin'
Don't let me stand in your way
Surely God will forgive you next Sunday

You Only Live Twice
Composer(s): Leslie Bricusse; John Barry
Performer(s): Nancy Sinatra;
and various other artists



You Only Live Twice or so it seems
One life for yourself and one for your dreams
You drift through the years and life seems tame
Till one dream appears and love is its name

And love is a stranger who'll beckon you on
Don't think of the danger or the stranger is gone

This dream is for you, so pay the price
Make one dream come true, you only live twice

And love is a stranger who'll beckon you on
Don't think of the danger or the stranger is gone

This dream is for you, so pay the price
Make one dream come true, you only live twice

Sunday Morning
Composer(s): Lou Reed - John Cale
First release by: The Velvet Underground & Nico - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists



Sunday morning
Brings the dawn in
It's just a restless feeling by my side
Early dawning
Sunday morning
It's just the wasted years so close behind
Watch out the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call
It's nothing at all

Sunday morning
And I'm falling
I've got a feeling I don't want to know
Early dawning
Sunday morning
It's all the streets you crossed, not so long ago
Watch out the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call
It's nothing at all

Sunday morning
Sunday morning
Sunday morning

You Never Really Wanted Me
Composer(s): Charlie Rich
Performer(s): Charlie Rich; Candi Station



You never really wanted me
Now I can see
Yes I can see
You took your love and ran away from me
You've gone and now you're back
What do you want from me?
Standing there
Please don't cry over me
After all you never cried for me before
Why start now?
Isn't it a little late for that now girl
Don't go feeling sorry for yourself
Remember I loved you
I loved you
I never knew the games we played
Had such a lasting grip upon the plans we made
I was busy laughing waiting for the day
Now our time is gone
And there's nothing left to say
Standing there
Please don't cry over me
After you never cried for me before...

A Sunday Kind Of Love
Composer(s): Barbara Belle - Louis Prima - Anita Leonard - Stan Rhodes
First release by: Claude Thornhill & His Orch. - 1946
Covered by multiple other artists



I want a Sunday Kind of Love
A love to last, past Saturday night
And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight
I want a Sunday Kind of Love
And I want a, a love that's on the square

Can't seem to find somebody, someone to care
And I'm on a lonely road that leads to nowhere
I need a Sunday kind of love
I do all my Sunday dreaming, and all my scheming
Every minute, every hour, every day
And I'm hoping to discover a certain kind of
lover Who will show me the way
And my arms need someone to imput
To keep me warm when Monday's and Tuesday's grow
cold. And I need a love for all my life to have and to hold
I want a Sunday kind of love
Oh yeahhhhh I don't want a
Monday or a Tuesday, Wednesday or a Thursday
Friday or Saturday I don't want nothing baby
I want a Sunday Kind of Love 

You Never Miss The Water Till The Well Runs Dry
Composer(s): Roland Howard



When a child I lived at Lincoln
With my parents on the farm
The lessons that my Mother taught
To me were quite a charm
She'd often take me on her knee
When tired of childish play
And as she pressed me to her breast
I've heard my Mother say

Waste not, want not
Is the maxim I would teach
Let your watchword be despatch
And practice what you preach
Do not let your chances
Like sunbeams, pass you by
For you never miss the water
Till the well runs dry

As years rolled on
I grew to be a mischief loving boy
Destruction seemed my only sport
It was my only joy
And well I do remember
When oft times well chastised
How Father sat close by my side
And thus has me advised

Waste not, want not
Is the maxim I would teach
Let your watchword be despatch
And practice what you preach
Do not let your chances
Like sunbeams, pass you by
For you never miss the water
Till the well runs dry

When I arrived at manhood
I engaged in public life
But found the hill was rugged then
And full of care and strife
I speculated foolishly
My losses were severe
But still a tiny little voice
Kept whispering in my ear

Waste not, want not
Is the maxim I would teach
Let your watchword be despatch
And practice what you preach
Do not let your chances
Like sunbeams, pass you by
For you never miss the water
Till the well runs dry

Then I studied strict economy
And found to my surprise
My funds, instead of sinking
Very quickly then did rise
I grasped each chance and always
Struck the iron while 'twas still hot
I seized the opportunities
And never once forgot

Waste not, want not
Is the maxim I would teach
Let your watchword be despatch
And practice what you preach
Do not let your chances
Like sunbeams, pass you by
For you never miss the water
Till the well runs dry

I am married now and happy
I've a charming little Wife
We live in peace and harmony
Devoid of care and strife
Fortune smiles upon us
We have little children, three
The lessons that I teach them
As they cluster round my knee

Waste not, want not
Is the maxim I would teach
Let your watchword be despatch
And practice what you preach
Do not let your chances
Like sunbeams, pass you by
For you never miss the water
Till the well runs dry

Sunday In New York
Composer(s): Carroll Coates - Peter Nero
Performer(s): Bobby Darin
and multiple other artists



New York on Sunday
Big City taking a nap!
Slow down, it's Sunday!
Life's a ball, let it fall in your lap!
If you've got troubles
Just take them out for a walk
They'll burst like bubbles
In the fun of a Sunday In New York!
You can spend time without spending a dime
Watching people watch people pass!
Later you pause, and in one of those stores
There's that face next to yours in the glass!
Two hearts stop beating
You're both too breathless to speak!
Love smiles her greeting
Then the dream that has seen you thru the week
Comes true on Sunday In New York!
New York on Sunday
Big City taking a nap!
Slow down, it's Sunday!
Life's a ball, let it fall in your lap!
And if you've got troubles
Go take them out for a walk
They'll burst like bubbles
In the fun of a Sunday In New York!
You can spend time without spending a dime
Watching people watch people pass!
Later you pause, and in one of those stores
There's that face next to yours in the glass!
Two hearts stop beating
You're both too breathless to speak!
Love smiles her greeting
Then the dream that has seen you thru the week
Comes true on Sunday In New York!
Comes true on Sunday In New York!

You Never Know Who Your Friends Are
Composer(s): Al Kooper
Performer(s): Al Kooper



I wonder if you are really a friend of mine
If I was dyin' of thirst wouldja be my glass of wine?
Time goes by so slow ya know
YOU NEVER REALLY KNOW WHO YOUR FRIENDS ARE

I wonder if you are really a friend of mine
If I were buyin' a house wouldja come and countersign?
Time goes by so fast ya know
YOU NEVER REALLY KNOW WHO YOUR FRIENDS ARE

If you were down
Ya know I'd be there at your door
I'd shower you with food and money
After all, what are friends for?
They're really such a bore; knockin' at your door
Askin' for some more

I wonder if you are really a friend of mine
If I were lying in jail wouldja get outta bed and pay my fine?
Time stands still for everyone
YOU NEVER REALLY KNOW WHO YOUR FRIENDS ARE

Time stands still for everyone
YOU NEVER REALLY KNOW WHO YOUR FRIENDS ARE

Sunday Girl
Composer(s): Chris Stein
First release by: Blondie - 1978
Covered by multiple other artists



I know a girl from a lonely street
Cold as ice cream but still as sweet
Dry your eyes Sunday girl
Hey, I saw your guy with a different girl
Looks like he's in another world
Run and hide Sunday girl

Hurry up, hurry up and wait
I say awake all week and still I wait
I got the blues, please come see
What your loving means to me

She can't catch up with the working crowd
The weekend mood and she's feeling proud
Live in dreams Sunday girl

Baby, I would like to go out tonight
If I go with you my folks'll get uptight
Stay at home Sunday girl

Hey, I saw your guy with a different girl
Looks like he's in another world
Run and hide Sunday girl

When I saw you again in the summertime
If your love was as sweet as mine
I could be Sunday's girl

Hurry up, hurry up and wait
I say awake all week and still I wait
I got the blues, please come see
What your loving means to me
I got the blues

You Never Gave It A Try
Composer(s): Alec Wilder; Eddie Heywood
Performer(s: Eddie Heywood; Peggy King & The Mellomen



If I go, who's to care?  
Who's to tell me goodbye?
So sweetly, completely did I fall in love
But you never gave it a try

When I call no one's there, when I write, no reply
So gladly, so madly did I fall in love
But you never gave it a try

No foolish bride, no broken vow
Yet magic died
Oh, Darling, how?
So I'll go
Lord knows where, somewhere under the sky
Rememb'ring, rememb'ring how I was in love
And you never gave it a try

Yes, I'll go
Lord knows where, somewhere under the sky
Rememb'ring, rememb'ring how I was in love
And you never gave it a try

Sunday For Tea
Composer(s): John Carter - Carter-Lewis
Performer(s): Peter & Gordon



Sunday for tea
I'll see you Sunday for tea
And though it's not far away
Each hour's a day to me

Lettuce and ham
Or maybe crumpets and jam
Oh baby it'll be fun
Havin' a Sunday tea

And as you pass the sugar bowl to me
I'll see at last your heart and soul will be with me

Sunday could be
A special Sunday for me
Together we'll surely find
We're two of a kind are we
On Sunday for tea

And as you pass the sugar bowl to me
I'll see at last your heart and soul will be with me

Sunday for tea
I'll see you Sunday for tea
Together we'll surely find
We're two of a kind are we
On Sunday for tea

You Never Even Called Me By My Name
Composer(s): Steve Goodman
Performer(s): David Allan Coe & Johnny Paycheck;
The Countdown Singers



It was all that I could do to keep from cryin'
Sometimes it seems so useless to remain
You don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even call me by my name

You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
You don't have to call me Merle Haggard, anymore
Even though your on my fightin' side

Chorus
And I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standin' in the rain
You don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even call me by my name

I've heard my name a few times in your phone book
I've seen it on signs where I've laid
But the only time I know, I'll hear David Allan Coe
Is when Jesus has his final judgement day

Chorus...

Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song
and he told me it was the perfect country and western song
I wrote him back a letter and told him it was NOT the perfect
country and western song because he hadn't said anything about
Momma, or trains, or trucks, or prison, or gettin' drunk

Well, he sat down and wrote another verse to the song and he sent
it to me and after reading it, I realized that my friend had written
the perfect country and western song
And I felt obliged to include it on this album

The last verse goes like this here:

Well, I was drunk the day my Mom got outta prison.
And I went to pick her up in the rain.
But, before I could get to the station in my pickup truck
She got runned over by a damned old train

Chorus
So I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standin' in the rain 
No
You don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even call me, I wonder why you don't call me
Why don't you ever call me by my name