Last Orders Please
Composer(s): Ronnie Lane 
Performer(s): Faces



Well, well, hello and how are you?
Fancy seeing you here
Don`t let it show
No look, no one must know 
Why! They`re playing "Tracks Of My Tears" 

Just pretend its all over
Like you have for so long
I thought time was a healer
But i guess I was wrong
I am to blame 
But we were so young
Oh, how was I to know?

But you said you still want me
You opened up an old wound
Then you left me here bleeding 
And my minds black and blue
Now you got yours, and I got mine
And theres no debts or dues
Oh, what can we do?

Before My Time Is Up
Composer(s): Gerard McMahon; David Katz
Performer(s): Roger Daltrey



Before the gods read my lifelong sentence
Before I get my share
Before I walk alone
Before they take away my last temptation
Before my heart’s deprived
Before they call my name

On the back fences of my dream line
I never lost my mind
I gave it all I had
To get away with the whole damn big bang
For the right reasons
For what you can’t take back

Until the drums stop beating
Until the crossroads burn out
I ain’t a man until I’ve done it all

Before my time is up
I’ll hang my name
On every trial I’m due for
And even if I can’t get justice
I’ll take you down to hell
Before my time is up
I’ll leave no stone unturned
I won’t regret my actions
And even if my last words fail me
I’ll be a better man
Before my time is up

I believe that the road goes somewhere
Beyond the empty eyes
Beyond the wasted land
When it all fades away to nothing
I wanna know I tried
To take a real hard stand

I gotta laugh at the whole damn big bang
I’ve got to cry sometimes
Got to love somebody
Before they read my lifelong sentence
Before I get my share
Before I go alone
Until the drums stop beating
To where the crossroads burn out
I ain’t a man until I’ve done it all

Before my time is up
I’ll hang my name
On every trial I’m due for
And even if I can’t get justice
I’ll take you down to hell
Before my time is up
I’ll leave no stone unturned
I won’t regret my actions
Even if my last words fail me
I’ll be a better man
Before my time is
Time is
Time is up

Even if my last words fail me
I’ll be a better man
Before my time is

Before, before my time is up…

Last One Singin' The Blues
Composer(s): Pete McCann
Performer(s): Karen Carpenter



I've always tried to level with you eye to eye
I finally found the devil in you by and by
But I don't really want to be the
Last one singing the blues
When it comes to fiction you're the best I've met
But all those little lies
are gonna get you yet
But I don't really want to be the
Last one singin' the blues
You say that you love me
But if you really love me
Then why do you treat me this way
Your game is that you're gone again
It's off and then it's on again
Well someday I won't play
If all I do is catch you in the same old lies
I'll just have to look at you
with different eyes
'Cause I don't really want to be
The last one singin' the blues
You say that you love me
But if you really love me
Then why do you treat me this way
Your game is that you're gone again
It's off and then it's on again
Well someday I won't play
(Don't forget the break)
Well fate will soon determine you're the one to lose
I'll be the one who's handin' you your walkin' shoes
'Cause I don't really want to be
The last one singin' the blues
Yeah, I don't really want to be
The last one singing the blues 

Beer, Beer, Beer
(Traditional)



one, two, three

Beer, beer, beer, tiddly beer, beer, beer
A long time ago, way back in history
When all there was to drink was nothing but cups o'tea
Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mopps
And he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops

He might have been an admiral, a sultan, or a king
And to his praises we shall always sing
Ah, look what he has done for us, he's filled us up with cheer
Our Lord bless Charlie Mopps, the man who invented beer, beer, beer, tiddly beer, beer, beer

The Jury's Pub, the Clancy's Bar, the hole in the wall as well
One thing you can be sure of, it's Charlie's beer they sell
So come on all ye lucky lads, 11 o'clock she stops
5 short seconds, remember Charlie Mopps
One, two, three, four, five

He might have been an admiral, a sultan, or a king
And to his praises we shall always sing
Ah, look what he has done for us, he's filled us up with cheer
Our Lord bless Charlie Mopps, the man who invented beer, beer, beer, tiddly beer, beer, beer

A bushel of hops, a barrel of malt, you stir it around with a stick
The sort of lubrication that makes your engine tick
40 pints of wallop a day will keep away the packs
It's only 8 and 1/8 a pint, and one-and-6 in tax
One, two, three, four, five

He might have been an admiral, a sultan, or a king
And to his praises we shall always sing
Ah, look what he has done for us, he's filled us up with cheer
Our Lord bless Charlie Mopps, the man who invented beer, beer, beer, tiddly beer, beer, beer
beer, beer, beer, tiddly beer, beer, beer

Last Old Train's A-Leavin'
Composer(s): Jean Ritchie
Performer(s): Jean Ritchie



Standin' on the mountain, standin' on the mountain
Standin on the mountain, don't you want to go?

cho: O the last old train's a-leavin', the last old train's a-leavin'
Thew last old train's a-leavin', don't you want to go?

Hear the hills a-fallin'
Hear the hills a-fallin'
Hear the hills a-fallin'
Don't you want to go?

Hear the nightbirds callin' 
Hear the nightbirds callin'
Hear the nightbirds callin'
I don't want to go

See the timber burning
Don't you want to go?

See my newground turning
I don't want to go

See the people going
Don't you want to go?

See my redbuds glowing
I don't want to go

Standing on the mountain
Don't you want to go

Beer Run
Composer(s): Kim Williams; Amanda Williams;
Keith Anderson; George Ducas; Kent Blazy
Performer(s): Garth Brooks;
Scott Ferguson; Hit Crew



B-double E-double are you in?

Twenty-five minutes past quittin' time
Seven of us crammed into that truck of mine
Paying no attention to them highway signs
Doing ninety miles an hour t'ward the county line
Quick sack, twelve pack, back again
It's a B-double E-double are you in?

My buddies and their babies letting down their hair
As long as we're together it don't matter where
Ain't got a lot of money but we just don't care
Knowing half the fun is getting there
Aztec, long-necks, paychecks spent
Oh, it's a B-double E-double are you in?

I can't stop thinkin' 
What the hell they were drinkin' 
When they made this county dry
I got a week long thirst 
And to make it worse
Lord, it's my turn to drive

Oh laughin' and a-braggin' and a-carryin' on
We loaded up the wagons and we headed home
I guess a half a dozen cases doesn't last that long
Come tomorrow morning it'll be all gone
Then, it's turn around, leave town, sounds agian 
Like a B-double E-double are you in?

Like a B-double E-double are you in?

Last Of The Singing Cowboys
Composer(s): George McCorkle
Performer(s): The Marshall Tucker Band



In the corner of a dark barroom
Sat an old cowboy singing western tunes
Singing songs that he learned as a child
All about the West back when it was wild
He said he came from down Texas way
The cowboys were tough the women the same way
Said he was a star back in '31
When Hollywood liked him
For some songs that he had done
He's the last of the singing cowboys
Singing songs of desperation and joy
Yippie-I-Oh......Yippie-I-Ay.......Yippie-I-Ay
He took a break just to chug him down some beer
C'mon folks now holler out
The songs you'd like to hear
And if I know one I know a million or two
I'm not just up here playing for me
This is all done for you
And then he bragged of the stetson hat that he wore
Said it was the finest made since the war
And I won this silver buckle ridin' on a cow
As he laughed he said I bet you're wonderin' how
'Cause I'm the last of the singing cowboys
Singing songs of desperation and joy
Yippie-I-Oh......Yippie-I-Ay.......Yippie-I-Ay
And after three hours or maybe more
A lady grabbed his arm and showed him to the door
The bartender said he's blind you see
Don't tell him the only audience
He had was you and me
'Cause he's the last of the singing cowboys
Singing songs of desperation and joy
Yippie-I-Oh......Yippie-I-Ay.......Yippie-I-Ay
Yippie-I-Ay

Beer Drinkers & Hell Raisers
Composer(s): Frank Beard; Billy Gibbons; Dusty Hill
Performer(s): ZZ Top



If you see me walkin' down the line 
with my fav'rite honky tonk in mind 
well, I'll be here around suppertime 
with my can of dinner and a bunch of fine

Beer drinkers and hell raisers, yeah
Uh-huh-huh, baby, don't you wanna come with me? 

The crowd gets loud when the band gets right
steel guitar cryin' through the night
Yeah, try'n to cover up the corner fight 
but ev'rything's cool 'cause they's just tight

Beer drinkers and hell raisers, yeah
Huh, baby, don't you wanna come with me? 
Ah, play it boy

The joint was jumpin' like a cat on hot tin
Lord, I thought the floor was gonna give in 
Soundin' a lot like a House Congressional 
'cause we're experimental and professional 

Beer drinkers, hell raisers, yeah
Well, baby, don't you wanna come with me?

Last Night's Gardenias
Composer(s): Sam Coslow
Performer(s): Glen Gray & The Casa Loma Orch. 
and multiple other artists



Last night's gardenias have wilted and lost their bloom
But somehow their faint perfume
Is lingering in my room
For last night's gardenias are lonely and so am I

Tonight I can hear them sigh
They echo your last goodbye
Their lovely fragrance follows me ev'rywhere
I close my eyes and suddenly you are there darling

Last night's gardenias will never be tossed away
I'll keep them in my bouquet of dreams

Beer Barrel Polka
French Title: Frida Oum Papa
Composer(s): Lew Brown; Wladimir Timm;
Vasek Zeman; Jaromir Vejvoda
Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters
and various other artists



There's a garden, what a garden
Only happy faces bloom there
And there's never any room there
For a worry or a gloom there

Oh there's music and there's dancing
And a lot of sweet romancing
When they play the polka
They all get in the swing

Every time they hear that oom-pa-pa
Everybody feels so tra-la-la
They want to throw their cares away
They all go lah-de-ah-de-ay

Then they hear a rumble on the floor, the floor
It's the big surprise they're waiting for
And all the couples form a ring
For miles around you'll hear them sing...

Roll out the barrel, we'll have a barrel of fun
Roll out the barrel, we've got the blues on the run
Sing boom tararra, ring out a song of good cheer
Now's the time to roll the barrel, for the gang's all here

Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Then they hear a rumble on the floor-or-or-or
It's the big surprise they're waiting for
And all the couples they form a ring
For miles around you'll hear them sing

Drree mopado theedo da-da-da-da

Roll it out, roll it out, roll out the barrel
Da-da-da da-da da-da da-da-da-da-da
Sing a song of good cheer
'Cause the whole gang is here
Roll it out, roll it out
Let's do the beer barrel polka

Last Night When We Were Young
Composer(s): E. Yip Harburg - Harold Arlen
First recording: Lawrence Tibbett & Virginia Bruce
Covered by multiple other artists



Last night when we were young
Love was a star, a song unsung
Life was so new, so real so right
Ages ago last night

Today the world is old
You flew away and time grew cold
Where is that star that shone so bright
Ages ago last night?

To think that spring had depended
On merely this: a look, a kiss
To think that something so splendid
Could slip away in one little daybreak

So now, let's reminisce
And recollect the sighs and the kisses
The arms that clung

When we were young last night

Beep Beep
Composer(s): Carl Cicchetti; Donald Claps
Performer(s): The Playmates



(very slowly)
Beep beep beep beep
His horn went beep beep beep
While riding in my Cadillac
What to my surprise
A little Nash Rambler was following me
About one third my size
The guy musta wanted to pass me up
As he kept on tooting his horn
I'll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn
Beep beep beep beep
His horn went beep beep beep

(slowly)
I pushed my foot down to the floor
To give the guy the shake
But the little Nash Rambler stayed right behind
He still had on his brake
He musta thought his car had more guts
As he kept on tooting his horn (beep beep)
I'll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn
Beep beep beep beep
His horn went beep beep beep

(normal speed)
My car went into passing gear 
And we took off with gust (whoosh)
Soon we were going ninety
Musta left him in the dust
When I peeked in the mirror of my car
I couldn't believe my eyes
The little Nash Rambler was right behind
You'd think that guy could fly
Beep beep beep beep
His horn went beep beep beep

(quickly)
Now we were doing a hundred and ten
This certainly was a race
For a Rambler to pass a Caddy
Would be a big disgrace
The guy musta wanted to pass me up
As he kept on tooting his horn (beep beep)
I'll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn
Beep beep beep beep
His horn went beep beep beep

(very quickly)
Now we're going a hundred twenty
As fast as I can go
The Rambler pulled along side of me
As if we were going slow
The fella rolled down his window
And yelled for me to hear
"Hey buddy how do I get this car outa second gear?"

Last Night In Soho
Composer(s): Alan Blaikley - Ken Howard
Performer(s): Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Tich; Eleanor Rigby



You came into my life like rain upon a barren desert
one smile and I was born again
I felt sure, it wasn't too late
I'd find strength to make me go straight
I had love, and threw it away
Why did they lead me astray?
For, last night in Soho I let my life go

I never told you of some things, I've done, I'm so ashamed of
I thought my foolish past was over and done
I was sure, I'd make a new start
I'd try with all of my heart
I had dreams and broke them in two 
I'm just not worthy of you!
For, last night in Soho I let my life go

Well, hi, there, kid
you ain't been around for quite some little while
you got yourself a real cute doll
you're living life in style
But boy, don't get above your station
if you don't want aggravation
got a little job for you 
this is what you gotta do, boy! 
That's how last night in Soho 
I let my life go 

Don't cry my baby
as they lead me where no love can help me
don't stay around to watch me go
Just forget there once was a time
you were proud to call yourself mine 
I had love right here in my hand
Why could I not understand?
For, last night in Soho 
I let my life go
For, last night in Soho 
I let my life go

Been To Canaan
Composer(s): Carole King
Performer(s): Carole King;
Alice Babs; Peter Duchin; Spectrum



Green fields and rolling hills
Room enough to do what we will
Sweet dreams of yestertime are running though my mind
Of a place I left behind, been so long, I can't remember when
I've been to Canaan and I want to go back again

Been so long, I'm living till then
Cause I've been to Canaan and I won't rest until
I go back again 
Though I'm content with myself
Sometimes I long to be somewhere else
I try to do what I can, but with our day to day demands
We all need a promised land

Been so long,I can't remember when
I've been to Canaan and I want to go back again
Been so long, I'm living till then
'cause I've been to Canaan and I won't rest until
I go back again. Oh I want to be there in the wintertime
With a fireplace burning to warm me
And you to hold me when it's stormy

Been so long, I can't remember when
I've been to Canaan and I want to go back again
Been so long, I'm living till then

I Heard You Crying in Your Sleep ((aka (Last Night) I Heard You Crying in Your Sleep (by Roy Orbison) - 1970))
Composer(s): Hank Williams
First release by: Hank Williams - 1947



I know you tried your best to love me
You smiled when your heart told you to weep
You tried to pretend that you were happy
Last night I heard you cryin' in your sleep

You gave the best years of your life, dear
And each precious vow you tried to keep
I love you so much I want you happy
Last night I heard you cryin' in your sleep

Your heart is yearnin' for an old love
With new love it's useless to compete
It hurts me to know you are unhappy
Last night I heard you cryin' in your sleep

You know that you are free to go, dear
And don't mind me if I start to weep
I know I can never make you happy
'Cause last night I heard you cryin' in your sleep

Been There
Composer(s): Clint Black; Steve Wariner
Performer(s): Steve Wariner;
Clint Black; The Countdown Singers



Did you ever wake up in the middle of the night
And wonder where you were
You need the one and only that can hold you tight
And reach for her, but she’s not with you
You just wish this trip would end
You know I’ve been there and I don’t wanna go back again

Did you ever wake up in the middle of the day
And wonder who you are
You suddenly discover there’s a price you pay
For gettin’ this far, it’s the part of you
That you really didn’t have to spend
You know I’ve been there and I don’t wanna go back again

So many moments I’ve left incomplete
Those are the moments that I’m not gonna repeat

Did you ever wake up in the middle of a dream
That didn’t come true
You think you’ve gotta give up on on makin’ that scene
And seeing it through, you feel like breaking
When you really just need to bend
You know I’ve been there and I don’t want to go back again

There’s so many moments I’ve left incomplete
Those are the moments that I’m not gonna repeat

Did you ever wake up in the middle of the night
Did you ever wake up in the middle of the day
Did you ever wake up in the middle of a dream

Last Night I Had The Strangest Dream
Composer(s): Ed McCurdy
First release by: The Chad Mitchell Trio - 1962
Covered by multiple other artists



Last night I had the strangest dream
I ever dreamed before
I dreamed the world had all agreed
To put an end to war
I dreamed I saw a mighty room
The room was filled with men
And the paper they were signing said
They'd never fight again

And when the papers all were signed
And a million copies made
They all joined hands and bowed their heads
And grateful prayers were prayed
And the people in the streets below
Were dancing round and round
And guns and swords and uniforms
Were scattered on the ground

Last night I had the strangest dream
I ever dreamed before
I dreamed the world had all agreed
To put an end to war

Been Down So Long
Composer(s): John Densmore; Robbie Krieger;
Ray Manzarek; Jim Morrison
Performer(s): The Doors; Dr. Feelgood



Well, I've been down so Goddamn long 
That it looks like up to me 
Well, I've been down so very damn long 
That it looks like up to me 
Yeah, why don't one you people 
C'mon and set me free 

I said, warden, warden, warden 
Won't you break your lock and key 
I said, warden, warden, warden 
Won't ya break your lock and key 
Yeah, come along here, mister 
C'mon and let the poor boy be 

Baby, baby, baby 
Won't you get down on your knees 
Baby, baby, baby 
Won't you get down on your knees 
C'mon little darlin' 
C'mon and give your love to me, oh yeah 

Well, I've been down so Goddamn long 
That it looks like up to me 
Well, I've been down so very damn long 
That it looks like up to me 
Yeah, why don't one you people 
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon and set me free

Last Night I Dreamed
Composer(s): Ernest Tubb
Performer(s): Ernest Tubb



I had a dream last night
I dreamed you held me tight
It filled me with delight
So real it seemed

I thought you kissed me too
It thrilled me through and through
Just being there with you
Last Night I Dreamed

And then there came the dawning 
I awoke and you where gone
I can’t forget you my darling
My love for still lingers on

So, please come on home 
Although you were wrong
I just can’t go on
Last Night I Dreamed

And then there came the dawning 
When I awoke and you where gone
I can’t forget you my darling
My love for you still lingers on

So, please come on home 
Although you were wrong
But I just can’t go on
Last Night I Dreamed

Beechwood Park
Composer(s): Chris White)
Originally performed by: The Zombies
Covered by: Colin Blunstone; Chrysanthemums



Do you remember summer days
Just after summer rain
When all the air was damp and warm 
In the green of country lanes?
And the breeze would touch your hair
Kiss your face and make you care
About your world
Your summer world
And we would count the evening stars 
As the day grew dark
In Beechwood Park...

Do you remember golden days and golden summer sun
The sound of laughter in our ears
In the breeze as we would run?
And the breeze would touch your hair
Kiss your face and make you care
About your world
Your summer world
And we would count the evening stars
As the day grew dark
In Beechwood Park...

Oh roads in my mind
Take me back in my mind
And I can't forget you
Won't forget you
Won't forget those days
And Beechwood Park...

And the breeze would touch your hair
Kiss your face and make you care
About your world
Your summer world
And we would count the evening stars
As the day grew dark
In Beechwood Park...

Oh roads in my mind
Take me back in my mind
And I can't forget you
Won't forget you
Won't forget those days
And Beechwood Park...