Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Daddy's Hands
Composer(s): Holly Dunn - Chris Waters
Performer(s): Holly Dunn
and multiple other artists
I remember daddy's hands folded silently in prayer And reachin' out to hold me, when I had a nightmare You could read quite a story in the callous' and lines Years of work and worry had left their mark behind
I remember daddy's hands how they held my mama tight And patted my back for something done right There are things that I'd forgotten that I loved about the man But I'll always remember the love in daddy's hands
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin' Daddy's hands were hard as steel when I'd done wrong Daddy's hands weren't always gentle but I've come to understand There was always love in daddy's hands.
I remember daddy's hands workin' 'til they bled Sacrifised unselfishly just to keep us all fed If I could do things over, I'd live my life again And never take for granted the love in daddy's hands
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin' Daddy's hands were hard as steel when I'd done wrong Daddy's hands weren't always gentle but I've come to understand There was always love in daddy's hands.
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin' Daddy's hands were hard as steel when I'd done wrong Daddy's hands weren't always gentle but I've come to understand There was always love in daddy's hands
Amor Composer(s): Mendez - Ruiz - Skylar Performer(s): Bing Crosby and multiple other artists
Amor, amor, amor This word so sweet, that I repeat, means I adore you Amor, amor, my love Would you deny this heart that I have placed before you
I can't find another word with meaning so clear My lips try to whisper sweeter things in your ear But somehow or other nothing sounds quite so dear As this soft caressing word I know
Amor, amor, my love When you're away there is no day and nights are lonely Amor, amor, my love Make life divine, say you'll be mine and love me only
I can't find another word with meaning so clear My lips try to whisper sweeter things in your ear But somehow or other nothing sounds quite so dear As this soft caressing word I know
Daddy's Girl
Composer(s): Glen Martin
Performer(s): Red Sovine
I recall the night that you came into this world
I couldn't believe the doctor when he said, "It's a little girl"
I said, "Now Doc, you must be wrong
You see I want a boy"
Then he laid you in my arms and my heart sang with joy
(Daddy's Girl, Daddy's Girl)
(I'm the center of Daddy's world)
(I know I'm Daddy's number one)
(For he loves me like I was his son)
(Daddy's Girl)
I recall the day I took you to a baseball game
You brought along your baby doll and half its baby things
We sat there a-playin' house, while the Dodgers played the Braves
And ev'ryone in the bleachers looked at us as if to say
(Daddy's Girl, Daddy's Girl)
(I'm the center of Daddy's world)
(I know I'm Daddy's number one)
(For he loves me like I was his son)
(Daddy's Girl)
I recall the day I took you on a fishin' trip
You said, "Daddy won't that hook hurt the fishes' lip?"
And you said,"If they don't get air, those things in the can will die"
So we turned the worms a-loose and chased some butterflies
(Daddy's Girl, Daddy's Girl)
(I'm the center of Daddy's world)
(I know I'm Daddy's number one)
(For he loves me like I was his son)
(Daddy's Girl)
I recall the day that your young man come to call
Seems like only yesterday we swam and played football
But I know the time has come, that I must set you free
But no matter where you are, you know what you are to me
(Daddy's Girl, Daddy's Girl)
(I'm the center of Daddy's world)
(I know I'm Daddy's number one)
(For he loves me like I was his son)
(Daddy's Girl)
(Daddy's Girl, Daddy's Girl)...
Amongst Butterflies Composer(s): Paul Weller First release by: Paul Weller - 1992
The sunny sand we ran along Everyday began upon The summers kiss of love and adventure And every June that we fell into Left a mark upon us too Etched forever as a moment wed remember And wed remember The empty woods where we played Every hour of every day The holidays went on forever
And in the woods was a soldiers tomb The ghost of which looked over you And God was there amongst the trees We felt his whisper as the summers breeze And every night and every day I learnt to love it in a special way As I remember What its like to walk amongst butterflies
Daddy-O
Composer(s): Buford Abner - Charlie Gore - Louis Innis
Performer(s): The Fontane Sisters; Bonnie Lou
Daddy-O (Daddy-O) sure good looking Daddy-O (Daddy-O) always cooking Daddy-O (Daddy-O) ready to go All the girls are batty over Daddy-O
You couldn't call him handsome But he's loaded with style Always wears a t-shirt And a great big smile Something 'bout this crazy kid We all love so When he's around The girls all holler, "Daddy-O"
Daddy-O (Daddy-O) sure good looking Daddy-O (Daddy-O) always cooking Daddy-O (Daddy-O) ready to go All the girls are batty over Daddy-O
He's got a big convertible Fire engine red Howling and a-prowling Never goes to bed He's really Mister Big To all the kids in school Everybody knows that Daddy-O's real cool
Daddy-O (Daddy-O) sure good looking Daddy-O (Daddy-O) always cooking Daddy-O (Daddy-O) ready to go All the girls are batty over Daddy-O
You never have to see him To know that he's around He's got a set of horns With the craziest sound The girls start to jiving When they hear him blow They all jump and holler Here comes Daddy-O
Daddy-O (Daddy-O) sure good looking Daddy-O (Daddy-O) always cooking Daddy-O (Daddy-O) ready to go All the girls are batty over Daddy-O
Daddy Don't You Walk So Fast
Composer(s): Peter Callander - Geoff Stephens
Performer(s): Wayne Newton
and multiple other artists
The love between the two of us was dyin' And it got so bad I knew I had to leave But halfway down that highway, when I turned around I saw my little daughter running after me, crying
Daddy, don't you walk so fast, daddy don't you walk so fast Daddy, slow down some, 'cause you're making me run Daddy, don't you walk so fast
If only for the sake of my sweet daughter I just had to turn back home right there and then And try to start a new life With the mother of my child I couldn't bear to hear those words again
Daddy, don't you walk so fast, daddy don't you walk so fast Daddy, slow down some, 'cause you're making me run Daddy, don't you walk so fast
It broke my heart to tell my little daughter That her daddy had to run to catch a train She had no way of knowing that I was leaving home for good I turned around and there she was again, crying
Daddy, don't you walk so fast, daddy don't you walk so fast Daddy, slow down some, 'cause you're making me run Daddy, don't you walk so fast
Amo tu pelo alborotado Que huele a tierra y huele a mar Y al viento pues ha logrado Tu peinado desatar Amo a la tarde de verano Tu pequeño corazón Cuando se escapa de mi mano Como alegre gorrión Amo la luz de tu mirada Amo tus labios de clavel, Amo mi vida más que nada La caricia de tu piel Amo que tu sombra y la mía Parezcan un solo ser Frente al borde de la bahía Roja ya de atardecer Amo tu risa, también tu llanto No sé por qué pero es así Nadie en la vida quiso tanto Como yo te quiero a ti
Daddy, Daddy, Daddy
Composer(s): Frank Zappa
Performer(s): Frank Zappa
Ooo-ooo, do you like my new car?
Ooo-ooo, do you like my new car?
She's such a dignified lady
She's so pretty and soft
You can't call her a groupie
It just pisses her off
(Yeah)
She got diamonds and jewelry
She got lotsa new clothes
She ain't hurtin' nobody
So that everyone knows
That she knows what she wants
Knows what she likes
Daddy, daddy, daddy... oooh!
Daddy, daddy, daddy... oooh!
Daddy, daddy, daddy
Look out... she's got her eyes on you
She left her place after midnight
(La la la la la)
She drove to the club
(La la la la-ee-ah!)
You know that her and her partner
(La la la la la)
Came here lookin' for love
(La la la la-ee-ah!)
They want a guy from a group
(La la la la la)
Who's got a thing in a charts
(La la la la-ee-ah!)
If His Dick Is A Monster
If His Dick Is A Monster
If His Dick Is A Monster
They will give him their hearts
'Cause they know what they want
(they know about it)
And they know what they like
Daddy, daddy, daddy... oooh!
Daddy, daddy, daddy... oooh!
Daddy, daddy, daddy
Look out... they got their eyes on you
Fam-Bam-Yak-A-Ta-Tahhh!
They know what they want
They know what they like
Daddy, daddy, daddy... oooh!
Daddy, daddy, daddy... oooh!
Daddy, daddy, daddy
Awright, you got 'em screamin' all night
(La la la la la)
Screamin' all night
Ooo-ooo, do you like my new car?
(Do it, do it, d'ya wanna-wanna do it, do it?)
It's a hip thing!
(Ooh!)
Ooo-ooo, do you like my new car?
(Do it, do it, d'ya wanna-wanna do it, do it?)
(they know about it)
(Ooh!)
Ooo-ooo, do you like my new car?
(Do it, do it, d'ya wanna-wanna do it, do it?)
It's a Chevy!
(Ooh!)
Ooo-ooo, do you like my new car?
(Do it, do it, d'ya wanna-wanna do it, do it?)
You're a big gun!
(Ooh!)
Ooo-ooo, do you like my new car?
(Do it, do it, d'ya wanna-wanna do it, do it?)
['Cause they're dancin'!]
(Ooh!)
Ooo-ooo...
Daddy Wouldn't Buy Me A Bow Wow
Composer(s): Joseph Tabrar
First release by: Vesta Victoria - 1892
Covered by multiple other artists
I love my little cat, I do With soft black silky hair It comes with me each day to school And sits upon the chair When teacher says "why do you bring That little pet of your's?" I tell her that I bring my cat Along with me because Daddy wouldn't buy me a bow-wow! bow wow! Daddy wouldn't buy me a bow-wow! bow wow! I've got a little cat And I'm very fond of that But I'd rather have a bow-wow Wow, wow, wow, wow We used to have two tiny dogs Such pretty little dears But daddy sold 'em 'cause they used To bite each other's ears I cried all day, at eight each night Papa sent me to bed When Ma came home and wiped my eyes I cried again and said Daddy wouldn't buy me a bow-wow! bow wow! Daddy wouldn't buy me a bow-wow! bow wow! I've got a little cat And I'm very fond of that But I'd rather have a bow-wow Wow, wow, wow, wow I'll be so glad when I get old To do just as I "likes" I'll keep a parrot and at least A half a dozen tykes And when I've got a tiny pet I'll kiss the little thing Then put it in its little cot And on to it I'll sing Daddy wouldn't buy me a bow-wow! bow wow! Daddy wouldn't buy me a bow-wow! bow wow! I've got a little cat And I'm very fond of that But I'd rather have a bow-wow Wow, wow, wow, wow
Amnesia Vivace Composer(s): Frank Zappa Performer(s): The Mothers of Invention
La-la-la-la Oooo... ah-ah-ah (My darling You mean so very much to me And I feel so deeply... ah-ah-ah...
Duke, Duke, Duke, Duke of Prunes I'll never forget you darling I'll never forget your ballads I'll never forget your rat race In fact I might... Oh, I suppose I'll forget you eventually What is your name? Nice to see you again)
Daddy What If
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
Performer(s): Bobby Bare & Bobby Bare Jr.
and multiple other artists
BB: I'd like to introduce you to the next superstar Twenty years from now he's gonna be so ashamed of what he has done on this record that he's probably gonna sue me And he and all of his friends are gonna be sitting around stoned and he'll say, "Look what the old man made me do!" Let's give a big round of applause for Bobby Bare Jr.
Junior: Daddy, what if the sun stopped shining? What would happen then?
BB: If the sun stopped shining, you'd be so surprised You'd stare at the heavens with wide open eyes And the wind would carry your light to the skies And the sun would start shining again
Junior: But, Daddy, what if the wind stopped blowing? What would happen then?
BB: If the wind stopped blowing, then the land would be dry And your boat wouldn't sail and, son, your kite couldn't fly And the grass would see your trouble and she'd tell the wind And the wind would start blowing again
Junior: But, Daddy, what if the grass stopped growing? What would happen then?
BB: Well, if the grass stopped growing you'd probably cry And the ground would be watered by the tears from your eyes And like your love for me, that grass would grow so high Yes, the grass would start growing again
Junior: But, Daddy, what if I stopped loving you? What would happen then?
BB: If you stopped loving me, then the grass would stop growing The sun would stop shining and the wind would stop blowing So you see, if you wanna keep this old world a-going You'd better start loving me again, again You better start loving me again You hear me, Bobby?
Both: You better start loving me again You love me, Bobby? Yes You better start loving me again
Amnesia Composer(s): Jon Pousette-Dart Performer(s): Pousette-Dart Band
When you hit me on the head with your beer bottle Something in my chemistry changed And though I've already decided to forgive you My friends think I'm permanently deranged
When I wake up try to put these things together Of all the lovin' times that we did have I get static in my ears and a hazy picture And I hear your voice inside begin to laugh
I hope that it's only amnesia Believe me I'm sick but not insane Yeah, I hope that it's only amnesia My friends they don't look at me the same
Sometimes I feel o.k. but when I talk I stutter I can't remember back a few minutes ago The doctors all come up with the same answer Boy if I'm that far gone there's no where else to go
I hope that it's only amnesia Believe me I'm sick but not insane Yeah, I hope that it's only amnesia My friends they don't look at me the same
I hope that it's only amnesia Believe me I'm sick but not insane Yeah, I hope that it's only amnesia My friends they don't look at me the same
I hope that it's only amnesia Believe me I'm sick but not insane Yeah, I hope that it's only amnesia My friends they don't look at me the same
Amigos Nada Más Composer(s): Fernando Z. Maldonado Performer(s): Javier Solís
Amigos nada más así tiene que ser he de olvidar tu amor y tú también lo harás porque ya no podré borrar jamás esas caricias que otro amor te dejó con huellas de pasión que no puedo arrancar
Amigos nada más así tiene que ser culpable soy también pues también te falté Así es mejor mi bien para los dos el separarnos amigos nada más en bien de nuestro amor
Amigos nada más así tiene que ser culpable soy también pues también te falté Así es mejor mi bien para los dos el separarnos amigos nada más en bien de nuestro amor
Daddy Sang Bass
Composer(s): Carl Perkins
First release by: Johnny Cash - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists
I remember when I was a lad Times were hard and things were bad But there's a silver linin' behind ev'ry cloud Just four people that 's all we were Tryin' to make a livin' out of black-land dirt But we'd get together in a family circle singin' loud
Daddy sang bass (mama sang tenor) Me and little brother would join right in there Singin' seems to help a troubled soul One of these days and it won't be long I'll rejoin them in a song I'm gonna join the family circle at the throne
Though the circle won't be broken By and by, Lord, by and by Daddy sang bass (mama sang tenor) Me and little brother would join right in there In the sky, Lord, in the sky
Now I remember after work mama would call in all of us You could hear us singin' for a country mile Now little brother has done gone on But I'll rejoin him in a song We'll be together again up yonder in a little while
Daddy sang bass (mama sang tenor) Me and little brother would join right in there 'cause singin' seems to help a troubled soul One of these days and it won't be long I'll rejoin them in a song I'm gonna join the family circle at the throne
Oh no the circle won't be broken By and by, Lord, by and by Daddy sang bass (mama sang tenor) Me and little brother would join right in there In the sky, Lord, in the sky
Amigo Organillero Composer(s): Rafael Carrión Performer(s): Javier Solís and multiple other artists
Amigo organillero arranca con tus notas pedazos de mi alma no importa que el recuerdo destroce mis entrañas tú sigue toca y toca
Como un puñal de luto está clavada en mi alma aquella noche negra cuando en mis brazos sus ojos se cerraron, sus labios muertos ya nunca más me hablaron
Quiero morir no tengo ya aquél amor tan puro y santo quiero seguir al más allá a la que quiero tanto En esta noche en que la muerte espero sigue tocando amigo organillero
Quiero morir, no tengo ya aquél amor tan puro y santo quiero seguir al más allá a la que quiero tanto En esta noche en que la muerte espero sigue tocando amigo organillero sigue tocando amigo organillero amigo organillero
Daddy Laid The Blues On Me Composer(s): Bobbie Cryner Performer(s): Bobbie Cryner
Well, way back in their younger days when they were running wild My Daddy had a dream, and Momma had a child He said: "Girl you can't be tying me down, I'm only seventeen "An' a man's gotta get around, if you know what I mean" Then my Momma said: "Go on," as she stood and cried And my Daddy said: "I'm gone, I gotta live my life"
An' I was born one summer night When the world loved Patsy Cline I was raised by the tracks, in a tar-paper shack On the Georgia-Alabama line Momma taught me how to play and sing And we headed up to Tennessee Momma sold my soul on Country rock and roll But Daddy laid the blues on me
Well I signed that dotted line, and I climbed my way to being a star When I ran across my Daddy, in a downtown Tallahasse bar He said: "Girl there ain't no life on the road: you better come with me" I said: "Dad, I gotta get around if you know what I mean" Well my Daddy said: "Come on," with a tear in his eye I said: "Sorry Daddy, I'm gone, I gotta live my life"
An' I was born one summer night When the world loved Patsy Cline I was raised by the tracks, in a tar paper shack On the Georgia-Alabama line Momma taught me how to play and sing And we headed up to Tennessee Momma sold my soul on Country rock and roll But Daddy laid the blues on me
An' I was born one summer night When the world loved Patsy Cline I was raised by the tracks, in a tar-paper shack On the Georgia-Alabama line Momma taught me how to play and sing And we headed up to Tennessee Momma sold my soul on Country rock and roll But Daddy laid the blues on me
Yeah, Momma sold my soul on Country rock and roll But Daddy laid the blues on me
