Truckin'
Composer(s): James Griffin - Robb Royer
Performer(s): Bread



Truckin' down the highway
Get outta my way
Always in a hurry
Always in between
That's where you can find me
Truckin' down the highway
Sittin' in the cab of
A ten ton machine

Gettin' pretty tired of stoppin'
In old run down cafes
Some day I'm gonna find me a woman
Rich enough to pay my way

Gonna make some inroads
Drivin' home a payload
Truckin' down the highway
Like you never seen

Gettin' pretty tired of lookin'
In truck stop cabarets
Some day I'm gonna find me a woman
Rich enough to pay my way

Then you're gonna find me
Truckin' down the highway
Sittin' in the back of
A long limousine

Kiss Them For Me
From the film "Kiss Them For Me" (1957)
Composer(s): Lionel Newman; Carroll Coates
Performer(s): The McGuire Sisters



Kiss them, kiss them, kiss them for me

Goodbye my honey though you gotta go now
Least I know now I'm the one whose won
So if the losers need some sympathy
You can kiss them, kiss them for me

It sounds kinda funny but I won't be jealous
When you fellas, find you're far from home
If you need a little femininity
You can kiss them, kiss them for me

There's safety in numbers, so it's quite okay
Kiss the darling day, kiss the blues away
It'd sure be the biggest thrill they'd ever had
But I won't get mad, 'cause I won't be there to see

Make hay while it's sunny so you love me
Oh, please if you're lonely I will understand
And you'll thank my lips for waiting faithfully
When you kiss them, kiss them, kiss them for me
Kiss them for me

Edith And The Kingpin
Composer(s): Joni Mitchell
First release by: Joni Mitchell - 1975
Covered by multiple other artists



The big man arrives
Disco dancers greet him
Plainclothes cops greet him
Big man, small town, fresh lipstick glistening
Sophomore jive
From victims of typewriters
The band sounds like typewriters
The big man he's not listening
His eyes hold Edith
His left hand holds his right
What does that hand desire
That he grips it so tight

Edith in the ring
The passed-over girls are conferring
The man with the diamond ring is purring
All claws for now withdrawn
One by one they bring
His renegade stories to her
His crimes and his glories to her
In challenge they look on
Women he has wanted grow old too soon
He tilts their tired faces
Gently to the spoon

Edith in his bed
A plane in the rain is humming
The wires in the walls are humming
Some song-some mysterious song
Bars in her head
Beating frantic and snowblind
Romantic and snowblind
She says-his crime belongs
Edith and the Kingpin
Each with charm to sway
Are staring eye to eye
They dare not look away
You know they dare not look away

Truckin'
Composer(s): Rube Bloom - Ted Koehler
Performer(s): Billy Cotton & His Band



We had to get something new
A dance to do up here in Harlem
So someone started truckin'
???? as soon as the news got round
Well the folks down town came up to Harlem
And what they see, boy
Everybody was truckin'
It didn't take long before
The highbrows were doin' it
Park Avenue-in' it, all over town
You'll see them shufflin', shufflin'
Truckin' along
Boy, it's spreadin' like a forest blaze
It became a craze, thanks to Harlem nights
Now, everybody's truckin'

I Shot The Sheriff
Composer(s): Bob Marley
First release by: Bob Marley & The Wailers - 1973
Covered by multiple other artists



(I shot the sheriff
But I didn't shoot no deputy, oh no! 
Oh!
I shot the sheriff
But I didn't shoot no deputy 
Ooh, oo-ooh)
All around in my home town
They tryin' to track me down
They say they want to bring me in guilty
For the life of a deputy
For the life of a deputy
But I say, yeah

(I shot the sheriff
But I swear it was in self-defence)
I swear it was in selfdefence, yea-ea-eah!
It was I who shot the sheriff
(And they say it is a) capital offence 
(Oo-ooh)

Sheriff John Brown always hates me
For what, I don't know
Every time I plant a seed
He say, "Kill them before they grow" 
He say, "Kill them before they grow", now
And so, yeah - and so

I shot the sheriff
But I didn't shoot no deputy 
(Oh no! Oh!)
It was I shot the sheriff
But I (didn't shoot no deputy) 
I didn't shoot no deputy 
(Oo-ooh)
No-no-no-no-no!

Freedom came my way one day
And I started out of town, yeah!
Then all of a sudden I saw sheriff John Brown
He was aiming to shoot I down
So I shot, yes, I shot - shot him down and I say, yeah

By-by-by - I shot the sheriff
Love, I didn't shoot no deputy 
(oh, no! Oh!)
It was I shot the sheriff
But I didn't shoot no deputy 
(Oo-ooh)

Reflexes had the better of me
And what is to be must be
Every day the bucket goes to the well
I say, one day the bottom a-go drop out
One day the bottom will drop out

And so - and so, read it!
(I shot the sheriff
But I didn't shoot no deputy 
Oh no, oh!
I shot the sheriff
But I didn't shoot no deputy 
Oo-ooh)

Edge Of Seventeen
Composer(s): Stevie Nicks
First release by: Stevie Nicks - 1981
Covered by multiple other artists



Just like the white winged dove... sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... whoo... whoo... whoo
Just like the white winged dove... sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... ooo... baby... ooo... said ooo
And the days go by... like a strand in the wind
In the web that is my own... I begin again
Said to my friend, baby...
Nothin' else mattered
He was no more... than a baby then
Well he... seemed broken hearted... something within him
But the moment... that I first laid...
Eyes... on... him... all alone...
On the edge of... seventeen
Just like the white winged dove... sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... whoo... whoo... whoo
Just like the white winged dove... sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... ooo... baby... ooo... said ooo
I went today... maybe I will go again... tomorrow
And the music there it was hauntingly... familiar
And I see you doing... what I try to do for me
With the words from a poet... and the voice from a choir
And a melody... nothing else mattered
Just like the white winged dove... sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... whoo... whoo... whoo
Just like the white winged dove... sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... ooo... baby... ooo... said ooo
The clouds... never expect it... when it rains
But the sea changes colours... but the sea...
Does not change
And so... with the slow... graceful flow... of age
I went forth... with an age old... desire... to please
On the edge of... seventeen
Just like the white winged dove... sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... whoo... whoo... whoo
Just like the white winged dove... sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... ooo... baby... ooo... said ooo
Well then suddenly... there was no one...left standing
In the hall... yeah, yeah...
In a flood of tears
That no one really ever heard fall at all
Oh I went searchin' for an answer...
Up the stairs... and down the hall
Not to find an answer... just to hear the call
Of a nightbird... singing... come away... come away...
Just like the white winged dove... sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... whoo... whoo... whoo
Just like the white winged dove... sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... ooo... baby... ooo... said ooo
Well I hear you in the morning... and I hear you...
At nightfall... sometime to be near you...
Is to be unable... to hear you... my love...
I'm a few years older than you... are (I'm a few years older than you) my love
Just like the white winged dove... sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... ooo baby... ooo... said ... 

Trucker's Paradise
Composer(s): Jerry I. Allison
Performer(s): Del Reeves



There's a place called Trucker's Paradise just south of San Berdo
And the drivers all stop in there for a laugh and a cup or two
There's a woman waitin' tables and I'll tell you boys, she's nice
They call her the fallen angel at the Trucker's Paradise

She knows about the roads and the overloads
And fillin' out those phoney logs
And the story 'bout the time when a tire caught fire
And burned up a truckload o' hogs
If coffee goes up to a dollar a cup I suppose we'll pay the price
Just to be with the fallen angel at Trucker's Paradise

No need to ask her what her name is, she won't say
But she's better off than most of us in tips and take home pay
She used to be Miss Washington, almost Miss USA
Then a big producer from Hollywood led her astray
It turned out he was married and her heart turned cold as ice
And that's why they call her the fallen angel of Trucker's Paradise

No need to ask her what her name is, she won't say
She's better off than most of us in tips and take home pay
She used to be Miss Washington, almost Miss USA
Then a big producer from Hollywood led her astray
It turned out he was married and her heart turned cold as ice
And that's why they call her the fallen angel of Trucker's Paradise

And that's why they call her the fallen angel of Trucker's Paradise

I Shall Sing
((French Version: À Chacun Sa Chanson (by Joe Dassin))
Composer(s): Van Morrison
First release by: Art Garfunkel - 1973
Covered by multiple other artists



I shall sing, sing my song
Be it right, be it wrong
In the night, in the day
Anyhow, anyway, I shall sing

La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la

With my heart, with my soul
For the young, for the old
When I'm high, when I'm low
When I'm first, when I'm slow, I shall sing

La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la

I shall sing, sing my song
Be it right, be it wrong
In the night, in the day
Anyhow, anyway, I shall sing

La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la

Edge Of Reality
Composer(s): Bill Giant - Bernie Baum - Florence Kaye
First recording/First release by: Elvis Presley - 1968



I walk along a thin line, darling (Darling)
Dark shadows follow me (Follow Me)
Here's where life's dream lies disillusioned (Disillusioned)
The edge of reality

Oh, I can hear strange voices echo (Echo)
Laughing with mockery (Mockery)
The border line of doom I'm facing (I'm facing)
The edge of reality

On the edge of reality, she sits there tormenting me
The girl with the nameless face
On the edge of reality, where she overpowers me
With fears that I can't explain

She drove me to the point of madness (Madness
The brink of misery (Misery)
If she's not real, then I'm condemned to (Condemned to)
The edge of reality

On the edge of reality, she sits there tormenting me
The girl with the nameless face
On the edge of reality, where she overpowers me
With fears that I can't explain

She drove me to the point of madness (Madness)
The brink of misery (Misery)
If she's not real then I'm condemned to (Condemned to)
The edge of reality

(Reality) Reality
(Reality) Reality
(Reality) Reality
(Reality) Reality
(Reality) Reality
(Reality) Reality
(Reality) Reality
(Reality)....

Trucker's Lament
(aka I Just Don't Look Good Naked Anymore)
Composer(s): Sheb Wooley - Dick Feller
Performer(s): Sheb Wooley
and multiple other artists



I stepped outta the shower and I gotta good look at myself
Pot belly, bald head, man, I thought I was somebody else
I caught my reflection in the mirror on the back of my bathroom door
I just don't look good naked anymore

So, I'm goin' upstairs and turn the bedroom mirror to the wall
I hung it there when I was trim and tall
I'd stand there and smile, and strut and flex until my arms got sore
But I just don't look good naked anymore

Well, I used to go out with the girls
I loved them one and all
Now they don't get very close to me
They're afraid that I might fall

Well, I went to the Doctor for my annual medical exam
Stood there in the buff, suddenly he said "Man"
I said "What is it Doc, some fatal disease, I just gotta know the score"
He said "No, you just don't look good naked anymore

Well, me and my wife had a dance routine
Everybody said it was unique
Now it's only when we're back to back
That we're dancing cheek to cheek

Well, I went to a nudie beech to have some seaside fun
Stretched out in my birthday suit, soakin' up the sun
Somebody yelled, "Hey, there's an old white whale washed up on the shore
I just don't look good naked anymore

Yeah, my arches fell, my chest went to hell
And my butt's a-draggin' the floor
An' I just don't look good naked anymore
No, I just don't look good naked anymore

I Shall Be Released
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
First recording by: Bob Dylan - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists

Titles In Other Languages:
1995 - Nous Serons Libres
2006 - Jag Ska Bli Fri



They say ev'rything can be replaced
Yet ev'ry distance is not near
So I remember ev'ry face
Of ev'ry man who put me here
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east
Any day now, any day now
I shall be released

They say ev'ry man needs protection
They say ev'ry man must fall
Yet I swear I see my reflection
Some place so high above this wall
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east
Any day now, any day now
I shall be released

Standing next to me in this lonely crowd
Is a man who swears he's not to blame
All day long I hear him shout so loud
Crying out that he was framed
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east
Any day now, any day now
I shall be released

Eden Blues
Composer(s): Georges Moustaki
Performer(s): Georges Moustaki; Edith Piaf



En descendant le fleuve argent
Qui roule jusqu'au Névada
On voit la plaine qui s'étend
A l'est de Santa Lucia
Les villes s'appellent Natividad
San Miguel ou San Lorenzo
Les filles s'appellent Soledad
Les garçons gardent les troupeaux

C'est là que Jim a rencontré
Sur une route un soir de pluie
Catherine la fille d'un fermier
Et qu'ils s'aimèrent toute la nuit
Le soleil fait briller son or
Dans quelques rares flaques d'eau
Le cactus forme le décor
Le chardon couvre les coteaux

C'est là qu'Adam le sénateur
Est venu finir ses vieux jours
Puis il est mort d'un coup au cœur
On prétend que c'est du mal d'amour
Mais les fleurs couchées par le vent
Semblent prier pour son repos
La lune verse une larme d'argent
Sur la croix blanche du tombeau

En descendant le fleuve argent
Qui roule jusqu'au Névada
On voit la plaine qui s'étend
A l'est de Santa Lucia
Les villes s'appellent Natividad
San Miguel ou San Lorenzo
Les filles s'appellent Soledad
Les garçons gardent les troupeaux

Trova De Edgardo
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez



Hoy
a mi puerta un pájaro trinó
pero abrí
y una sombra se echó a volar
Hoy
recordé a Edgardo,aquel señor
fumador
de ampolas, que era juglar

Hoy haré una página celeste
trovadicta, trovardiente
Hoy, cantando sólo con la luna
ya que se hizo puta la fortuna
Hoy me trovaré para alegrarme
como Edgardo, sin alarde

Hoy
recordé a Edgardo,aquel señor
fumador
de ampolas, que era juglar
Hoy
a mi puerta un pájaro trinó
pero abrí
y una sombra se echó a volar

I Shall Be Free, No. 10
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
Performer(s): Bob Dylan



I'm just average, common too
I'm just like him, the same as you
I'm everybody's brother and son
I ain't different from anyone
It ain't no use a-talking to me
It's just the same as talking to you

I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day
I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay
I said "Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay, here I come
26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna make your face look just like mine
Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you'd better run
99, 100, 101, 102, your ma won't even recognize you
14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock him clean right out of his spleen

Well, I don't know, but I've been told
The streets in heaven are lined with gold
I ask you how things could get much worse
If the Russians happen to get up there first
Wowee' pretty scary!

Now, I'm liberal, but to a degree
I want ev'rybody to be free
But if you think that I'll let Barry Goldwater
Move in next door and marry my daughter
You must think I'm crazy!
I wouldn't let him do it for all the farms in Cuba

Well, I set my monkey on the log
And ordered him to do the Dog
He wagged his tail and shook his head
And he went and did the Cat instead
He's a weird monkey, very funky

I sat with my high-heeled sneakers on
Waiting to play tennis in the noonday sun
I had my white shorts rolled up past my waist
And my wig-hat was falling in my face
But they wouldn't let me on the tennis court

I gotta woman, she's so mean
She sticks my boots in the washing machine
Sticks me with buckshot when I'm nude
Puts bubblegum in my food
She's funny, wants my money, calls me "honey"

Now I gotta friend who spends his life
Stabbing my picture with a bowie-knife
Dreams of strangling me with a scarf
When my name comes up he pretends to barf
I've got a million friends!

Now they asked me to read a poem
At the sorority sister's home
I got knocked down and my head was swimmin'
I wound up with the Dean of Women
Yippee! I'm a poet, and I know it
Hope I don't blow it

I'm gonna grow my hair down to my feet so strange
So I look like a walking mountain range
And I'm gonna ride into Omaha on a horse
Out to the country club and the golf course
Carry the New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds

Now you're probably wondering by now
Just what this song is all about
What's probably got you baffled more
Is what this thing here is for
It's nothing
It's something I learned over in England

Edelweiss
((Adapted from: Edelweiss (English Version) (Theodore Bikel and Mary Martin) - 1959))
((Danish Version: Edelweiss (Danish Version) - 1966))
Composer(s): Richard Rodgers - Oscar Hammerstein




Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Sois toujours notre emblème
Fleur si blanche, tu te penches
Pour saluer ceux qui t'aiment
Contre l'assaut des vents et des neiges
Le ciel te protège
Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Veilles sur nos montagnes

Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Every morning you greet me
Small and white clean and bright
You look happy to meet me
Blossom of snow, may you bloom and grow
Bloom and grow forever
Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Bless my homeland forever

Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Toi l'amie des nuages
Fleur de neige ou de ciel
Tu vis libre et sauvage
Veill' sur le pays de mes amours
Tout au long des âges
Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Veille sur mon village

Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Quand le ciel fait naufrage
Tu attends le soleil
Dans la nuit des alpages
Car tu sais bien qu'il revient toujours
Après les orages
Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Veille sur mon village

Appartiene A Me
((Adapted from: She Belongs To Me (Bob Dylan) - 1965))
Composer(s): Bob Dylan - Tito Schipa Jr.
Performer(s): Tito Schipa Jr. - 1987

Versions In Other Languages:
1978 - Sie G'hört Zu Mir (Wolfgang Ambros)
1996 - Alo! Ea-I A Mea! (Pasarea Colibri)
2008 - Elle M'appartient (C'est Une Artiste)



Lei sa bene quel che vuole è un'artista - non bada in giro
Lei si ruba il buio della notte e tinge il giorno in nero

Tu prova a star su in piedi forte e fiero – rubale ogni sensazione
Ma finirai a spiare dalla chiave chino a pecorone

Lei mica inciampa chi non sta su non cade
E' apolide è enne enne la Legge lei manco la vede

Porta un anello assiro se splende ti parlerà
E' un'ipnocollezionista e tu sei una bioantichità

La domenica un inchino il compleanno un'ovazione
A carnevale una trombetta e a Natale un bel torrone

Keep On Doin' What You're Doin'
Composer(s): James Brown; Bobby Byrd; Fred Wesley
Performer(s): Bobby Byrd



Don't you stop

Keep on doin' what you're doin', baby
Keep on doin', doin', doin', doin'
What you're doin', baby

Don't stop, hey
I need it and I need it bad
When I don't get it
You know it makes me mad

I'm a born soul brother
I don't take no less
When I do my thing
I do my best

Keep on doin', hey, what you're doin', baby
Keep on doin', doin', doin', doin'
What you're doin', baby

Don't stop, hey

I can take anything you dish out
I'm a man, baby
I'm not a mouse

I'm gonna prove it, yeah
If it takes all night long
I'm gonna get satisfaction, hey
'Cause my love is strong

Keep on doin', keep on doin'
Don't stop, keep on doin'
Don't stop, keep on, keep on
Don't stop, keep on, hey
Keep on, keep on doin'
Yeah, hey

Keep on doin', doin', doin', doin'
What you're doin', baby
Keep on doin', doin', doin', doin'
What you're doin', baby, oh

Don't stop, hey
I need it, said I need it bad
When I don't get it
You know it makes me mad

I'm a born soul brother
I don't take no less
When I do my thing
I do my best

Keep on, keep on
Keep on, keep on

Edelweiss
Composer(s): Richard Rodgers - Oscar Hammerstein
First performance/First release by: Theodore Bikel and Mary Martin - 1959
Covered by multiple other artists




Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Every morning you greet me
Small and White
Clean and bright
You look happy to meet me...

Blossoms of snow may you bloom and grow
Bloom and grow forever

Edelweiss Edelweiss
Bless my home land forever

Sie G'hört Zu Mir
((Adapted from: She Belongs To Me (Bob Dylan) - 1965))
Composer(s): Bob Dylan - Wolfgang Ambros
Performer(s): Wolfgang Ambros - 1978

Versions In Other Languages:
1987 - Appartiene A Me (Tito Schipa Jr.)
1996 - Alo! Ea-I A Mea! (Pasarea Colibri)
2008 - Elle M'appartient (C'est Une Artiste)



Sie hod ollas wos ma braucht
sie kann wos und sie hod's zu wos brocht
Sie hod ollas wos ma braucht
sie kann wos und sie hod's zu wos brocht
Sie mocht de Nocht zum Tog
und ihre Tog san schwoaz wie de Nocht

Am Anfang bist no stolz drauf
dass sa si beschäftigt mit dia
Am Anfang bist no stolz drauf
dass sa si beschäftigt mit dia
Zum Schluss is' dann so weit
dass das anbet'st auf de Knia

Sie mocht nie an Bledsinn
weu sa si des ned leist'n kann
Sie mocht nie an Bledsinn
weu sa si des ned leist'n kann
Sie is niemand'n verpflichtet
und niemand'n geht's wos an

Sie hod an magisch'n Ring
der aufleuch't, befua sie wos sogt
Sie hod an magisch'n Ring
der aufleuch't, befua sie wos sogt
Sie mocht an Wurscht'l aus an'
so sehr ma si a mit ihr plogt

Sei liab zu ihr am Sunndog
knia nieda wann's Geburtsdog hod
Sei liab zu ihr am Sunndog
knia nieda wann's Geburtsdog hod
Schenk ihr zu Weihnacht'n a Tromme
und an Grobsta fia ihr Grob

I See Your Face Before Me
Composer(s): Howard Dietz; Arthur Schwartz
First performance by: Jack Buchanan, Evelyn Laye, Adele Dixon - 1937
Covered by multiple other artists



I see your face before me
Crowding my every dream
There is your face before me
You are my only theme
It doesn't matter where you are
I can see how fair you are
I close my eyes and there you are
Always
If you could share the magic
If you could see me too
There would be nothing tragic
In all my dreams of you
Would that my love could haunt you so
Knowing I want you so
I can't erase
Your beautiful face before me

Would that my love could haunt you so
Knowing I want you so
I can't erase
Your beautiful face before me