Atlanta Georgia Stray
Composer(s): Chris Gantry
Performer(s): Kenny Price
and multiple other artists



On the Greyhound bus trip home I was feelin' all alone
When a long haired gal sat down next to me
She said she was Atlanta bound kill some time maybe kick around
'Cause it sounded like a friendly place to be
From Chicago to Kentucky we just talked awhile
And somewhere along the way I was captured by her smile
But why I left the bus in Nashville has been a mystery till today
'Cause for two years I've been tracking down that Atlanta Georgia stray

Well she said all living things have a secret pair of wings
And I'm of the lucky ones who learned to fly
Though I don't even know your name I can tell we're much the same
'Cause you've got that faraway look in your eyes
Right then I knew I'd found what I've been searching for
And by the tears that filled her eyes she felt the same I'm almost sure
But why I left the bus in Nashville has been a mystery till today
'Cause for two years I've been tracking down that Atlanta Georgia stray

Well I'm flat broke once again I haven't eaten in God knows when
And the weather is a-showing signs of rain
I gotta make it in the town hit the clubs and ask around
Even though the answers all will be the same
Well I walked a mile for everyone I'd spoken to
And up to now I haven't come across one little single clue
'Cause when I left the bus in Nashville well it was my fateful day
'Cause for two years I've been tracking down that Atlanta Georgia stray
(That Atlanta Georgia stray 
Atlanta Georgia stray)

Paint The Town Beige
Composer(s): Robert Earl Keen Jr.
Performer(s): Robert Earl Keen Jr.;
Bill & Bonnie Hearne; Walt Wilkins



I gave up the fast lane for a blacktop county road
Just burned out on all that talk about the motherlode
I traded for a songbird and a bigger piece of sky
When I miss the good old days I can't imagine why

Chorus:
Still I get restless and drive into town
I cruise once down Main Street and turn back around
It's crazy but God knows I don't act my age
like an old desperado who paints the town beige

Down along the river and past the swimming hole
you can find your piece of mind with just a fishin' pole
And you can walk the river for miles and miles on end
and never stop believin' in that dream around the bend

Chorus:
Still I get restless and drive into town
my radio playin' my window rolled down
It's crazy but God knows I don't act my age
like an old desperado who paints the town beige

Deep down in the winter time slows to a crawl
There's really nothin' much to do until the first spring thaw
It's then I get to thinkin' I must have gone insane
Memories roll through my mind like a long slow railroad train

Chorus:
Still I get restless and drive into town
watch the world through a windshield as it all comes unwound
It's crazy but God knows I don't act my age
like an old desperado who paints the town beige

Si Quieres Tú
Composer(s): José Miguel Gallardo
Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo



Si quieres tú, yo te daría
todo el deseo y la ternura, que hay en mí
Si quieres tú, cada palabra
cada mirada, cada sonrisa son para ti
Si quieres tú, se rompería
esa distancia que nos separa hoy a los dos
Si quieres tú, se llenaría
todo el espacio del universo, con nuestro amor
Si quieres tú, aprendería
a enamorarme una vez más
y olvidaría todo mi mundo para escapar
en mi velero... contigo
Si quieres tú, te enseñaría
en cada beso a ser mujer
y te daría toda la fuerza, toda la sed
que da un amante... si quieres tú
Juntos escapar, juntos navegar
juntos sobre un mar inmenso
Juntos compartir, juntos para huir
juntos para amar... si quieres tú
Si quieres tú, aprendería
a enamorarme una vez más
y olvidaría todo mi mundo para escapar
en mi velero... contigo
Si quieres tú, te enseñaría
en cada beso a ser mujer
y te daría toda la fuerza, toda la sed
que da un amante... si quieres tú
Juntos escapar, juntos navegar
juntos sobre un mar inmenso
Juntos compartir, juntos para huir
juntos para amar... si quieres tú
Juntos escapar, juntos navegar
juntos sobre un mar inmenso
Juntos compartir, juntos para huir
juntos para amar... decídete

Paint Me Down
Composer(s): Gary Kemp
Performer(s): Spandau Ballet



Paint me down
Paint me down
Paint me down

Paint me down
Paint me down
Paint me down

I'm walking into studio
consider strange appeal
paint me in the home
I'm brushing up on sketchbook
designs for love unreal
paint me in the home

oil and skin you'll need to buy it
consider what I mean
she sinks beneath the moving pictures
prepare the brush for me
I'm craving with this need

Paint me down
Paint me down
Paint me down

Paint me down
Paint me down
Paint me down

I'm soaking up the surface
conceiving new idea
paint me in the home
she's oiling up her subject
but all still life is here
paint me in the home

all the boys with framed dimension
a cover up on lust
he'll take his pain and paint it over
prepare the brush for me
I'm craving with this need
Paint me down
Paint me down
Paint me down

Paint me down
Paint me down
Paint me down

Blue Love (In My Heart)
Composer(s): Floyd Jenkins; Fred Rose
Performer(s): Hank Williams
and multiple other artists



I've got a blue love in my heart
What can I do, love, with my heart?
It's got a burnin', yearnin' while we're apart
I've got a blue love in my heart

So blue the nights, so blue the days
Why don't you write to me and say

You've got a true love in your heart
And I'll come through, love, in your heart
And stop this burnin', yearnin' while we're apart
I've got a blue love in my heart

I've got an old flame in my heart
A solid gold flame in my heart
I'm like a weepin' willow while we're apart
I've got a blue love in my heart

What can I do, where can I go?
I never knew I loved you so

I've got a blue love in my heart
What can I do, love, with my heart?
I'm like a weepin' willow while we're apart
I've got a blue love in my heart

Paint It Black
Composer(s): Mick Jagger; Keith Richards
Performer(s): The Rolling Stones;
and various other artists



I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colours anymore, I want them to turn back
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love, both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a newborn baby it just happens ev'ryday

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and I must have it painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not forsee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colours anymore I want them to turn back
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I wanna see your face painted black, black as night, black as coal
Don't wanna see the sun, flying high in the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black, yea

Si Può Dare Di Più
Composer(s): Umberto Tozzi; Giancarlo Bigazzi; Raf Riefoli
Performer(s): Umberto Tozzi
and multiple other artists



In questa notte di venerdì
perché non dormi
perché sei qui
perché non parti
per un week-end
che ti riporti dentro di te

Cosa ti manca cosa non hai
cos'e' che insegui se non lo sai
se la tua corsa finisse qui
forse sarebbe meglio così

Ma se afferri un'idea
che ti apre la via
e la tieni con te
o ne segui la scia
risalendo vedrai
quanti cadono giù
e per loro tu puoi
dare di più

In questa barca persa nel blu
noi siamo solo dei marinai
tutti sommersi non solo tu
nelle bufere dei nostri guai

Perché la guerra,la carestia
non sono scene viste in TV
e non puoi dire lascia che sia
perché ne avresti un po'
colpa anche tu

Si può dare di più
perché e' dentro di noi
si può osare di più
senza essere eroi
come fare non so
non lo sai neanche tu
ma di certo si può
dare di più

Perché il tempo
va sulle nostre vite
rubando i minuti di un'eternità'
E se parlo con te
e ti chiedo di più
e' perché te sono io
e non solo tu

Si può dare di più
perché e' dentro di noi
si può osare di più
senza essere eroi
come fare non so
non lo sai neanche tu
ma di certo si può
dare di più

come fare non so
non lo sai neanche tu
ma di certo si può
dare di più

Pains Of Life
Composer(s): Ziggy Marley
Performer(s): Ziggy Marley



This song is for all the children
this song is for all the children
Jah said if you ain't like a child
you can't enter mount Zion
Jah said if you ain't like a child
you can't enter mount Zion
mount Zion, mount Zion, mount Zion
Mama want you to be what she wants you to be
you got to be what you got to be
yes everyone suffers from the pains of life
and everyone suffers from the pains of life
pains of life, pains of life, the pains of life

Everyone suffers from the pains of life
everyone suffers from the pains of life
pains of life, pains of life, the pains of life
This song is for all the children
this song is for all the children
Jah said if you ain't like a child
you can't enter mount Zion
Jah said if you ain't like a child
you can't enter mount Zion
oh mount Zion, mount Zion, mount Zion

That Chick's Too Young To Fry
Composer(s): Tommy Edwards; Jimmy Hilliard
Performer(s): Louis Jordan & His Tympany Band
and multiple other artists



Say boy, don’t you harm that bird
Don’t you dare to try
Start releasing that chicken
Or you’ll get a lickin'
That chick’s too young to fry

Hey boy, better take my word
Here’s the reason why
Gotta feed her steady
till she gets ready
That chick’s too young to fry

Take her back in the barnyard
Then let her go, just turn her loose
Way out there in the barnyard
Where she’ll grow up for better use

Hey boy, there will come a time
Some day by and by
She’ll be ready for fryin'
So stop your cryin'
That chick’s too young to fry

Take her back in the barnyard
Let her go, just turn her loose
Way out there in the barnyard
Where she’ll grow up for better use

Hey boy, there will come a time
Some day by and by
She’ll be ready for fryin'
So stop your cryin'
That chick’s too young to fry

Get away, stay away, come back another day
That chick’s too young to fry

Pain In My Heart
Composer(s): Naomi Neville
Performer(s): Otis Redding



Pain in my heart
Is treating me cold
Where can my baby be
Lord no one knows

Pain in my heart
Just won't let me sleep
Where can my baby be
Lord where can she be

And now the days
Has begin to get tough
I say I want you to come back, come back
Come back baby
I had enough
Ohh

A little pain in my heart
Just won't let me be
Wake up restless nights
Lord and I can't even sleep

Mmm, mmm yeah
Stop this little pain in my heart

And now the days
Has begin to get rough
I say I want you to love me, love me
Love me baby till I get enough

Ohh

Pain in my heart
Little pain in my heart
Stop this little pain in my heart
Stop this little pain in my heart

Someone stop this pain
Someone stop this pain

Ohh

Si On L'faisait Faire
Performer(s): André Bourvil & Pierrette Bruno



Elle: 
Avoir à la maison un homme, je croyais cela merveilleux 
C'est fou le travail que tu me donnes 
Tu es si mou si paresseux

Lui: 
Je crois chérie que tu exagères

Elle: 
On va bien voir mon petit coeur, répare donc la vieille étagère 
Toi qui te dit si bricoleur! 

Lui: 
Si on l'faisait faire, ça serai bien mieux fait pardi 
Si on l'faisait faire, moi j'aurai bien moins de soucis

Elle: 
Au lieu de traîner, au lieu de fumer, prends donc la caisse à outils

Lui: 
Voyons comprends-moi, pour ce bouleau là je mi connais pas 
Et puis quand je rentre de l'usine, je t'assure j'suis fatigué

Elle: 
Moi je fais la cuisine

Lui: 
De ce pas je vais me coucher
On verra demain si tout va bien, si je suis entrain 
J'appellerai Roger, notre voisin de palier, il est Menuisier

Elle: 
C'est chaque fois la même histoire, l'étagère je l'arrangerai 
Comme j'ai du réparer l'armoire, la pendule, les chaises, ton briquet

Lui: 
Je crois chérie que tu exagères!

Elle: 
Non souviens-toi joli minet 
En attendant pour te distraire, il y a une fuite au robinet

Lui: 
Si on le faisait faire, ça serai bien mieux fait, pardi 
Si on le faisait faire, on usera moins d'eau chérie

Elle: 
Tu es infernal, plies-moi ce journal et prends donc la caisse à outils

Lui: 
Voyons comprends-moi pour ce bouleau là, je m'y connais pas 
Et puis quand je rentre de l'usine, je t'assure j'suis fatigué

Elle: 
Moi j'fais la cuisine

Lui: 
Oui mais moi je suis grippé, on verra demain si tout va bien, si je suis entrain 
J'appellerai Roger notre voisin d'palier, son oncle est Plombier
Pendant que tu termines la vaisselle, je regarde la télévision 
S'il y a des choses drôles je t'appelle, dis que je ne t'aime pas non de non

Elle: 
Je crois chéri que tu exagères

Lui: 
Dépêches-toi et viens te coucher, j'ai des idées si printanières ce soir 
Je veux, je veux t'aimer

Elle: 
Si on l'faisait faire, tu n'aurais pas ces soucis 
Si on l'faisait, ça serai bien mieux fait, pardi

Lui: 
Au lieu de bavarder, viens vite t'allonger

Elle: 
Range donc ta caisse à outils

Lui: 
Voyons mon petit chat, pour ce boulot là

Elle: 
Taratata ta ta, et puis tu as mauvaise mine, je te trouve très fatigué

Lui: 
Voyons tu me taquines

Elle: 
Non ce soir je suis désolé, et puis si demain tu n'es pas très bien, si tu manques d'entrain 
J'appellerai Roger ton voisin d'palier, il s' fera pas prier

Lui: 
Hé ben alors si j'avais su...

Pahjamah
Composer(s): Frank H. Warren; S.R. Henry; D. Onivas



In a sweetly perfumed spot 
where only desert moonbeams creep
Pahjamah's heart is waking 
is waking from its sleep
with the beat of tom-tom-tom-tom-tom 
across the burning sand so softly played
She hears her lover's tinkling 
his tinkling serenade

In her dreams Pahjamah hurries to her love at break of day
Together they are riding, they're riding far away
In the cool of evening while the camels rest within a welcome jungle glade
She listens to his tinkling, his tinkling serenade

Come, come to my balmy bungalow
Come with me, Pahjamah, to the jungle oh 
Love's oasis, a quiet resting place is
my camels wait within the palace gate 
Out there, where desert breezes sigh for you
A thousand slaves will gladly live and die for you
Come, Pahjamah! my pretty, pink Pahjamah! 
Arise, arise, the sun is in the skies!

Comanche (The Brave Horse)
Composer(s): Johnny Horton; Francis Bandy
Performer(s): Johnny Horton



The battle was o'er at Custer's last stand
And taps were sounding for all the brave men
While one lone survivor, wounded and weak
Comanche, the Brave Horse lay at the General's feet

Comanche you fought hard, Comanche you tried
You were a good soldier, so hold your head up high
For even the greatest sometimes must fall
Comanche, the Brave Horse, you gave your all

Though you are silent, your deeds did speak loud
If your buddies could see you, I know they'd be proud
The symbol of bravery at the Little Big Horn
Poor old Comanche, you're battle scarred and torn

Comanche you fought hard, Comanche you tried
You were a good soldier, so hold your head up high
For even the greatest sometimes must fall
Comanche, the Brave Horse, you gave your all

Comanche you fought hard, Comanche you tried
You were a good soldier, so hold your head up high
For even the greatest sometimes must fall
Comanche, the Brave Horse, you gave your all

Página En Blanco
Composer(s): Bony Villaseñor
Performer(s): Javier Solís



Adiós felicidad iré cantando
¿por qué? porque se fue la prenda mía
más nunca lloraré en la lejanía
No quiero entristecerla con mi llanto
Adiós felicidad iré cantando
el tiempo me mostró su corazón
la página del álbum quedó en blanco
no tengo ni siquiera su perdón

No supe comprender aquél cariño
no supe conquistar su corazón
las horas se pasaban sin pensarlo
y el tiempo es lo que cuenta en el amor

Adiós felicidad iré cantando
el tiempo me mostró su corazón
la página del álbum quedó en blanco
no tengo ni siquiera su perdón

No supe comprender aquél cariño
no supe conquistar su corazón
las horas se pasaban sin pensarlo
y el tiempo es lo que cuenta en el amor

Adiós felicidad iré cantando
el tiempo me mostró su corazón
la página del álbum quedó en blanco
no tengo ni siquiera su perdón
no tengo ni siquiera su perdón

Si On Chantait
(Dutch Version: Oh, Wat Een Dag - 1974)
Composer(s): Étienne Roda-Gil; Julien Clerc
First release by: Julien Clerc - 1972



La grande ville
Mange la ville
La grande vie
Mange la vie...

Marie si belle
Marie vaisselle
Marie chandelle
Plume d'hirondelle...
Fleur sans colline
Pleur en cuisine
Marie sans fard
Fleur de brouillard...

Si on chantait...
Si on chantait
Si on chantait
Marie dìvine, si on chantait...

Ce qui me peine
N'est pas que je t'aime
Le temps se lasse
Le cœur efface
Parmi les femmes
Pourquoi le taire
Celles qui te ressemblent
Je les préfère...

Marie divine
Sans mousseline
Dans ta cuisine
Je t'imagine...

Si on chantait...
Si on chantait
Si on chantait
Marie dìvine, si on chantait...

Page D'écriture
Composer(s): Jacques Prévert; Joseph Kosma
Performer(s): Yves Montand;
Les Frères Jacques; Cora Vaucaire



Deux et deux quatre
quatre et quatre huit
huit et huit font seize...
Répétez! dit le maître
Deux et deux quatre
quatre et quatre huit
huit et huit font seize
Mais voilà l'oiseau-lyre
qui passe dans le ciel
l'enfant le voit
l'enfant l'entend
l'enfant l'appelle
Sauve-moi
Joue avec moi
oiseau!
Alors l'oiseau descend
et joue avec l'enfant
Deux et deux quatre...
Répétez! dit le maître
et l'enfant joue
l'oiseau joue avec lui...
Quatre et quatre huit
huit et huit font seize
et seize et seize qu'est-ce qu'ils font?
Ils ne font rien seize et seize
et surtout pas trente deux
de toute façon
et ils s'en vont
Et l'enfant a caché l'oiseau
dans son pupitre
et tous les enfants
entendent sa chanson
et tous les enfants
entendent la musique
et huit et huit à leur tour s'en vont
et quatre et quatre et deux et deux
à leur tour fiche le camp
et un et un ne font ni une ni deux
un à un s'en vont également
Et l'oiseau-lyre joue
et l'enfant chante
et le professeur crie
Quand vous aurez fini de faire le pitre!

Mais tous les autres enfants
écoutent la musique
et les murs de la classe
s'écoulent tranquillement
Et les vitres redeviennent sable
L'encre redevient eau
Les pupitres redeviennent arbres
La craie redevient falaise
Le porte-plume redevient oiseau

Oh, Wat Een Dag
(Adapted from: Si On Chantait - 1972)
Composer(s): Étienne Roda-Gil; Julien Clerc; Herman Pieter de Boer
Performer(s): Conny Vandenbos - 1974



Over het land
Huppelt het licht
Kaatst door de ruit
Op je gezicht
Kom overeind
Trek gauw wat aan
Geef me je hand
Laten we gaan

Ogen vol zon
Vogelenzang
Wind op je wang
Wind in je haar
Oh wat een dag
Oh wat een dag
Hmm wat een dag
Oh wat een dag
Lalalala
Ik voel me licht
Ik ben van slag
Ik ben verliefd
Op deze dag
Ik hoop dat hij heel lang duren mag
Oh wat een dag
Oh wat een dag
Hmm wat een dag
Oh wat een dag
Lalalala
Een dag die duizelt in je hoofd
Een dag waarin je weer gelooft
Oh wat een dag vandaag

En in het bos
Geurt de jasmijn
Vlak voor ons uit
Hipt een konijn
Kijk om je heen
Dit is het uur
Voel wat ik voel
Hmmm moeder natuur

Ogen vol zon
Vogelenzang
Wind op je wang
Wind in je haar
Oh wat een dag
Oh wat een dag
Hmm wat een dag
Oh wat een dag
Lalalala
Ik voel me licht
Ik ben van slag
Ik ben verliefd
Op deze dag
Ik hoop dat hij heel lang duren mag
Oh wat een dag
Oh wat een dag
Hmm wat een dag
Oh wat een dag
Lalalala
Een dag die duizelt in je hoofd
Een dag waarin je weer gelooft
Oh wat een dag vandaag...

Le Bon Temps Qui Passe
(Adapted from: Come Early Morning - 1972)
Composer(s): Bob McDill; Eddy Mitchell
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell - 1976



J'ai travaillé
Très dur toute la journée
Dans les champs
Oh!
Et à la nuit tombée
J'étais heureux
J'allais te retrouver
Mais j'aurais dû te prévenir avant d'arriver

Ton téléphone sonnait occupé
Et ta porte
Oh!
Était bien fermée
J'ai aperçu
Le camion du fermier
J'aurais dû te prévenir avant d'arriver

Le bon temps qui passe
Et me dépasse
N'est pas pour moi
Qui suis en retard
Mais peut être qu'un matin ou un soir
J'arriverai au bon moment et à la bonne place

Je suis triste
Je n'ai rien mangé
A cette heure
Oh!
Presque tout est fermé
Sur l'autoroute
Un "borel" est allumé
C'est sûrement le seul endroit où l'on serve à dîner

Mon poulet-frites
Voulait se sauver
Et pourtant
Oh!
Il avait l'air blessé
Je suis parti
Avec l'estomac noué
Cet endroit fait plus de victimes que les deux guerres passées

Le bon temps qui passe
Et me dépasse
N'est pas pour moi
Qui suis en retard
Mais peut être qu'un matin ou un soir
J'arriverai au bon moment et à la bonne place

Pagan Baby 
Composer(s): John C. Fogerty
Performer(s): Creedence Clearwater Revival



Pagan Baby, won't you walk with me?
Pagan Baby, Come on home with me
Pagan baby, Take me for a ride
Roll me, baby, Roll your big, brown eyes

Yeah! Ooh! Ooh! 
Pagan Baby, Let me make your name
Drive it, baby, Drive your big love game
Pagan baby, What you got, I need
Don't be saving, Spread your love on me

Aah! Mm-mm-mm! 

Pagan Baby, Now won't you rock with me?
Pagan baby, Lay your love on me

Yeah, yeah!
Aah! Hey, hey! 

Aah! Hey! Yeah!
Hey! Hey! Haaaaaaay!

Come Early Morning
(French Version: Le Bon Temps Qui Passe - 1976)
Composer(s): Bob McDill
First release by: Bob McDill - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists



I been a walkin'
Walkin' in the moonlight
Trippin' in the starlight
Lord
And I'm feelin' down
Walkin' in the shadows

Sneakin' down a side road
Come early mornin'
I'll be there on the edge of town

'Cause I was a thinkin'
Thinkin' 'bout a good thing
Thinkin' 'bout a sweet gleam
Mmm in my honeys eyes
And I was a sinkin'
Feelin' kind a lonesome
Come early mornin'
I'll be home with my honey's side

I have drifted up across the mountain
I have stumbled down the other side
I've been temted tried and troubled
Come early mornin'
I'll be home and satisfied

She gimme little lovin'
Gimme little sunshine
Make me have a good time
Lord
When I'm feelin' blue
And I can't refuse her
I wouldn't misuse her
Come early mornin'
I'll be home with my honey dew

I have drifted up across the mountain
I have stumbled down the other side
I've been tempted tried and troubled
Come early mornin'
I'll be home and satisfied