Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
Dit blog (met dank aan seniorennet) is enkel voor NIET-commerciële doeleinden. Alle songteksten zijn uitsluitend eigendom van hun respectievelijke copyright eigenaars; dus ga de muziek kopen die je mooi vindt, zo steun je de artiest.
NON-profit, non-commercial blog, to help preserve the songs of our youth; hence for entertainment only. All lyrics are the copyright of their respective owners; you are encouraged to go buy their music.
Le Gitan Et La Fille Composer(s): Georges Moustaki Performer(s): Edith Piaf
Le gitan dit à la fille
"Qu'importe le prix de l'amour Pour toi, j'irai finir mes jours Derrière les grilles J'irai piller les gens de la ville Pour t'offrir une robe de satin Tu n'diras plus que j'suis un vaurien Un inutile... Mes mains, tout à l'heure si fortes Seront plus douces que le bois De la guitare qui joue pour toi Devant ta porte..."
Le gitan dit à la fille
"Qu'importe le prix de l'amour Pour toi, j'irai finir mes jours Derrière le grilles J'irai tuer ceux qui te regardent Quand le doux soleil du matin Se glisse dans le creux de tes reins Et s'y attarde... Et là, je te dirai "Je t'aime" Comme on dit le nom de Jésus Je le crierai dans la rue Comme un blasphème..."
Le gitan a dit à la fille
"Qu'importe le prix de l'amour Pour toi, j'irai finir mes jours Derrière les grilles Autour de toi, je ferai l'ombre Pour être le seul à te voir Pour être seul sous ton regard Et m'y confondre... Et quand la mort viendra défaire Les chaînes forgées par l'amour Pour toi, j'irai finir mes jours Au fond de la terre..."
Big Time For Love Composer(s): R. Nowels; John Waite Performer(s): John Waite
These days I feel I'm fightin' Everything in sight I'm fighting for my freedom For my life Some bigshot with the money Puts my back against the wall The red brick's waiting For another bullet hole There's a blitzkreig on the border It's a sexual pleasure/pain I'm staring down an empty glass Til the violence starts again It's the big time for love It's the big time It's the right time for love It's the big time for your love The queen is in the palace But my sister's in the rain Neon girls and gunshots Tickin' through my brain They give you some detection Bread and circus in your bed A calculated showdown It's very graphic bloodshed Better put your house in order There's a fireball in the sky Kiss the wife and kids so long Kiss your ass goodbye It's the big time for love It's the big time It's the right time for love It's the big time for love This time it is It's the big time It's the right time for love It's the big time for your love We feel overdue Cause we know what it feels like There's no more No white flag And communication too It's the big time for love It's the right time It's the time for love It's the big time for love This time it is It's the big time It's the right time for love Call a truce or forget it Big time for love
Le Ghetto Composer(s): Jacques Revaux Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Pour moi le monde est un ghetto Une prison dès le berceau Où les hommes comme des chiens Se tuent pour des mots, pour du pain L'enfer est sûrement plus beau Que le ruisseau d'un ghetto D'un ghetto
Du ghetto un jour je le sais Du ghetto je m'évaderai Et j'oublierai les barreaux Du ghetto
Si mon visage n'est pas d'ici Tout est privé ou interdit Les barbelés sont le décors De mes amours et de ma mort L'enfer est sûrement plus beau Que les buildings bien trop haut du ghetto
Du ghetto un jour je le sais Du ghetto je m'évaderai Et j'oublierai les barreaux Du ghetto
Du ghetto moi je vous le dis Du ghetto avec mes amis Nous sauverons notre peau Du ghetto
Big Time Composer(s): Peter Gabriel Performer(s): Peter Gabriel
Success
Im on my way, Im making it Ive giot to make it show, yeah So much larger than life Im going to watch it growing
The place where I come from is a small town They think so small They use small words but not me Im smarter than that I worked it out Ive been stretching my mouth To let those big words come right out
Ive had enough, Im getting out To the city, the big big city Ill be a big noise with all the big boys Theres so much stuff I will own And I will pray to a big god As I kneel in the big church
Big time Im on my way-Im making it Big time big time Ive got to make it show yeah Big time big time So much larger than life Big time Im going to watch it growing Big time
My parties all have big names And I greet them with the widest smile Tell them how my life is one big adventure^ And always theyre amazed When I show them round my house, to my bed I had it made like a mountain range With a snow-white pillow for my big fat head And my heaven will be a big heaven And I will walk through the front door
Big time Im on my way-Im making it Big time big time Ive got to make it show-yeah Big time big time So much larger than life Im going to watch it growing Big time big time My car is getting bigger Big time My house is getting bigger Big time My eyes are getting bigger Big time And my mouth Big time My belly is getting bigger Big time And my bank account Big time Look at my circumstance Big time And the bulge in my big big big big big big big
Le Général A Dit Composer(s): Claude Lemesle Performer(s): Joe Dassin
Le géniral a dit: "Fermier Toi qui n'as pas de quoi manger Prends ta machette, viens, suis moi" Et je le suis depuis des mois
Chante l'ami plus fort que moi Sois plus ivre si tu peux Danse l'ami, ne pense pas Cette nuit on est heureux Viens me parler de ton pays De ta femme et de ton champ Chante l'ami, car tout s'oublie En chantant
Le général a dit qu'il faut Prendre la ville de Tampico Quand viendra l'aube elle brûlera Et j'ai mon père qui vit là-bas
Chante l'ami plus fort que moi Sois plus ivre si tu peux Danse l'ami, ne pense pas Cette nuit on est heureux Viens me parler de ton pays De ta femme et de ton champ Chante l'ami, car tout s'oublie En chantant
Vous, mes parents, vous m'attendez Dans la maison où je suis né Mais je n'ai plus de ville natale C'est ce que dit le général
Chante l'ami plus fort que moi Sois plus ivre si tu peux Danse l'ami, ne pense pas Cette nuit on est heureux Viens me parler de ton pays De ta femme et de ton champ Chante l'ami, car tout s'oublie En chantant
Si j'ai tué, si j'ai volé J'en ai encore le cur serré Tu me pardonneras le mal C'est ce que dit le général
Chante l'ami plus fort que moi Sois plus ivre si tu peux Danse l'ami, ne pense pas Cette nuit on est heureux Viens me parler de ton pays De ta femme et de ton champ Chante l'ami, car tout s'oublie En chantant
Le général nous a promis De l'argent et du pain blanc Et des troupeaux et l'eau des pluies Et la terre aux paysans Et dans les rues de Mexico On nous fera un carnaval Chante l'ami, danse l'ami Et longue vie au général
Big Spender Composer(s): Cy Coleman; Dorothy Fields Originally performed by: Peggy Lee Covered by various other artists
The minute you walked in the joint I could see you were a man of distinction, a real big spender Good looking, so refined Say, wouldn't you like to know what's going on in my mind? So let me get right to the point I don't pop my cork for every man I see Hey big spender! Spend a little time with me Wouldn't you like to have fun, fun, fun? How's about a few laughs, laughs? I could show you a good time Let me show you a good time
The minute you walked in the joint I could see you were a man of distinction, a real big spender Good looking, so refined Say, wouldn't you like to know what's going on in my mind? So let me get right to the point I don't pop my cork for every man I see Hey big spender! Hey big spender! Hey big spender! Spend a little time with me Yes
Le Gaz Composer(s): Gérard Jouannest - Jacques Brel Performer(s): Jacques Brel
Tu habites rue de la Madone Une maison qui se déhanche Une maison qui se tire-bouchone Et qui pleure à grosses planches L'escalier colimaçone C'est pas grand non Mais y a d'la place
Tu habites rue de la Madone Et moi je viens pour le gaz Tu as un boudoir plein de boudhas Les bougies dansent dans leurs bougeoirs Ça sent bon c'est sans histoire Ça ruiselle de tafetas C'est rempli de photos d'toi Qui sommeillent devant la glace Tu as un boudoir plein d'boudhas Et moi et moi et moi Je viens pour le gaz
Tu as un vrai divan de roi Un vrai divan de diva Du porto qu'tu rapportas De la Porte des Lilas T'as un p'tit chien et un grand chat Un phono qui joue du jazz Tu as un vrai divan de roi Et moi et moi et moi Je viens pour le gaz
Tu as des seins comme des soleils Comme des fruits comme des reposoirs Tu as des seins comme des miroirs Comme des fruits comme du miel Tu les recouvres tout devient noir Tu les découvres et je deviens Pégase Tu as des seins comme des trottoirs Et moi et moi et moi Je viens pour le gaz
Et puis chez toi ya l'plombier Et y l'bedeauet y a l'facteur Le docteur qui fait le café Le notaire qui sert les liqueurs Ya la moitié d'un artilleur Y a un poète de Carpentras Il y a quelques flics oui Et puis y a même ma sur Et tout ça est là pour le gaz
Allez allez-y donc tous rue de la Madone C'est pas grand non Mais y a d'la place Allez allez-y donc tous rue de la Madone Et dites bien que c'est pour le gaz
Big Socks Composer(s): Chuckii Booker Performer(s): Bette Midler
Mmmmmm, you talk about you and only you and the things that you do for you You say you're not a lean cuisine So I wanna see whatcha got on the menu
Now, if you think you're the man the only man with an exterior you feel is superior just give Miss B a little peek and see if you really can deliver
Your tendencies are short, my expectations are long And as I see it now, there's not much to go on It seems you dug a hole that you can't crawl out Now I truly see what you're all about
Don't brag about the diamond rings or the expensive clothes you wear 'cause I could care less for what you possess and your attitude needs repair Don't brag about your body, baby and say that you're packin' a lot 'cause all I see besides your big feet is that you got big socks
Let's just say that there's something lackin' A flea shouldn't have the nerve to be braggin' So pack up your little gift and get to steppin' Return it back and put it in the kiddie section
Full figured in a place that can deliver? Ha ha, not from what I've seen I can't trace what's below your waist There's too much space to be inside those jeans
Don't brag about the diamond rings or the expensive clothes you wear 'cause I could care less for what you possess and your attitude needs repair Don't brag about your body, baby and say that you're packin' a lot 'cause all I see besides your big feet is that you got big socks
Bye bye, baby, bye bye It's time to wave the white flag now that the kitten has been let out the bag
Don't brag about the diamond rings or the expensive clothes you wear 'cause I could care less for what you possess and your attitude needs repair Don't brag about your body, baby and say that you're packin' a lot 'cause all I see besides your big feet is that you got big socks
Don't brag about the diamond rings or the expensive clothes you wear 'cause I could care less for what you possess and your attitude needs repair Don't brag about your body, baby and say that you're packin' a lot 'cause all I see besides your big feet is that you got big socks
Le Garçon Que J'aimais Composer(s): André Popp - Eddy Marnay Performer(s): Ann Christy
Le garçon que j'aimais Ne reviendra plus jamais Et ses lèvres jamais plus n'auront les mots que j'ai connu
Le garçon que j'aimais On aurait cru quand il parlait Que du fond de sa jeunesse Des siècles de tendresse Vous arrivaient dessus
Le garçon que j'aimais Avait l'air quand il marchait En regardant devant lui D'ouvrir les portes de la vie Mais voilà je ne le verrai plus Voilà je n'entendrai plus chanter son coeur Car un jour on m'a volé
Le garçon que j'aimais On l'a pris au mois de mai Et sans qu'il n'aie rien compri On lui a donné un fusil Pas besoin de vous raconter Je sais que vous comprendrez pourquoi je dis Que je ne le reverrai jamais
Big Shot Composer(s): Billy Joel Performer(s): Billy Joel
You went uptown riding in your limousine In your fine Park Avenue clothes You had the Dom Perignon in your hand And the spoon up your nose And when you wake up in the morning With your head on fire And your eyes too bloody to see Go on and cry in your coffee But don't come bitchin' to me!
Because you had to be a big shot, didn't you?! You had to open up your mouth! You had to be a big shot, didn't you?! All your friends were so knocked out! You had to have the last word, last night You know what everything's about! You had to have a white hot spotlight You had to be a big shot last night!
They were all impressed with your Halston dress And the people you knew at Elaine's And the story of your latest success Kept 'em so entertained But now you jsut can't remember All the things you said And you're not sure you want to know! I'll give you one hint, honey You sure did put on a show!
Yes, yes, you had to be a big shot, didn't you?! You had to prove it to the crowd! You had to be a big shot, didn't you?! All your friends were so knocked out! You had to have the last word, last night You're so much fun to be around! You had to have the front page, bold type You had to be a big shot last night!
Well, it's no big sin to stick your two cents in If you know when to leave it alone But you went over the line! You couldn't see it was time to go home! No, no, no, no, no, no, you had to be a big shot, didn't you?! You had to open up your mouth! You had to be a big shot, didn't you?! All your friends were so knocked out! You had to have the last word, last night! So much fun to be around! You had to have a white hot spotlight! You had to be a big shot last night!
Le Galérien Composer(s): Leo Poll - Maurice Druon Performer(s): Yves Montand and multiple other artists
Je m'souviens, ma mèr' m'aimait Et je suis aux galères Je m'souviens ma mèr' disait Mais je n'ai pas cru ma mère Ne traîn' pas dans les ruisseaux T'bats pas comme un sauvage T'amuses pas comm' les oiseaux Ell' me disait d'être sage
J'ai pas tué, j'ai pas volé J'voulais courir la chance J'ai pas tué, j'ai pas volé J'voulais qu'chaqu' jour soit dimanche Je m'souviens ma mèr' pleurait Dès qu'je passais la porte Je m'souviens comme ell'pleurait Ell' voulait pas que je sorte
Toujours, toujours ell' disait T'en vas pas chez les filles Fais donc pas toujours c'qui t'plait Dans les prisons y a des grilles J'ai pas tué, j'ai pas volé Mais j'ai cru Madeleine J'ai pas tué, j'ai pas volé J'voulais pas lui fair'de peine
Un jour les soldats du roi T'emmen'ront aux galères Tu t'en iras trois par trois Comme ils ont emmn'nés ton père Tu auras la têt' rasée On te mettra des chaînes T'en auras les reins brisés Et moi j'en mourrai de peine
J'ai pas tué, j'ai pas volé Mais j'ai pas cru ma mère Et je m'souviens qu'ell' m'aimait Pendant qu'je rame aux galères
Big Ship Composer(s): Raymond Froggatt Performer(s): Cliff Richard; Herman's Hermits
I do believe my eyes are telling me lies I saw a ship ashore, a baked apple pie Hiding in corners and climbing up trees Love is a big ship, following me
Big ship, following me Love is a big ship, following me
Some like it cool, some like it hot You see me cool, like a fool, with all the loving I got Passing the world and the world's passing me Love is a big ship, following me
Big ship, following me Love is a big ship, following me
Just like, just like a big ship, just like, just like a big ship Just like, just like a big ship, following me, following me
Make me feel good, while you're shaking me down Singers sing dooby-doo all over town Dooby-dooby-doo-dah, singing dooby-doo-dee Love is a big ship, following me
Make me feel good, while you're shaking me down Singers are singing dooby-doo all over town Dooby-dooby-doo-dah, singing dooby-doo-dee Love is a big ship, following me
Big ship, following me Love is a big ship, following me
Just like, just like a big ship, just like, just like a big ship Just like, just like a big ship, following me, following me Following me, following me
Le Freak Composer(s): Bernard Edwards - Nile Rodgers First release by: Chic - 1979 Covered by multiple other artists
Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out!
Have you heard about the new dance craze? Listen to us, I'm sure you'll be amazed Big fun to be had by everyone It's up to you, It surely can be done Young and old are doing it, I'm told Just one try, and you too will be sold It's called Le Freak! They're doing it night and day Allow us, we'll show you the way
Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out!
All that pressure got you down Has your head spinning all around Feel the rhythm, check the ride Come on along and have a real good time Like the days of stopping at the Savoy Now we freak, oh what a joy Just come on down, two fifty four Find a spot out on the floor
Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out!
Now Freak! I said Freak! Now Freak!
All that pressure got you down Has your head spinning all around Feel the rhythm, check the ride Come on along and have a real good time Like the days of stopping at the Savoy Now we freak, oh what a joy Just come on down, two fifty four Find a spot out on the floor
Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out! Aaahh Freak out! Le Freak, C'est Chic Freak out!
Hey Pal! How do I get to town from here? And he said: Well just take a right where they're going to build that new shopping mall go straight past where they're going to put in the freeway take a left at what's going to be the new sports center and keep going until you hit the place where they're thinking of building that drive-in bank You can't miss it And I said: This must be the place
Ooo coo coo Golden cities Golden towns Golden cities Golden towns And long cars in long lines and great big signs and they all say: Hallelujah Yodellayheehoo Every man for himself Ooo coo coo Golden cities Golden towns Thanks for the ride
Big Science Hallelujah.. Yodellayheehoo
You know I think we should put some mountains here Otherwise, what are all the characters going to fall off of? And what about stairs? Yodellayheehoo Ooo coo coo
Here's a man who lives a life of danger Everywhere he goes he stays - a stranger Howdy stranger Mind if I smoke? And he said Every man, every man for himself Every man, every man for himself All in favor say aye
Big Science Hallelujah.. Yodellayheehoo
Hey Professor! Could you turn out the lights? Let's roll the film
Big Science Hallelujah Every man, every man for himself Big Science Hallelujah Yodellayheehoo
Le Fou Sur La Colline ((Adapted from: The Fool On The Hill (by The Beatles) - 1967)) ((Icelandic Version: Álfur Út Úr Hól (by Björk Guðmundsdóttir) - 1977)) Composer(s): Paul McCartney - John Lennon - Claude Moine Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell - 1968
Jour après jour Seul sur la colline Un homme vit retiré du monde comme s'il s'agissait d'une île Et personne ne vient lui parler On le surnomme le fou Non, personne ne veut s'approcher De ce fou sur la colline Qui regarde les nuages Caresser ses cheveux L'horizon dans les yeux
Jour après jour Seul sur la colline Un homme vit retiré du monde comme s'il s'agissait d'une île Et personne ne vient lui parler On le surnomme le fou Non, personne ne veut s'approcher De ce fou sur la colline Qui regarde les nuages Caresser ses cheveux L'horizon dans les yeux
Même moi qui suis attiré Par celui que l'on nomme fou Je suis toujours intimidé Par ce fou sur la colline Qui contemple les nuages Caresser ses cheveux L'horizon dans les yeux
Personne ne vient lui parler On le surnomme le fou Non, personne ne veut s'approcher De ce fou sur la colline Qui regarde les nuages Caresser ses cheveux L'horizon dans les yeux
Big Rock Candy Mountain Composer(s): Harry McClintock Originally performed by: Harry McClintock Covered by various other artists
One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning Down the track came a hobo hiking and he said boys I'm not turning I'm headin for a land that's far away beside the crystal fountains So come with me we'll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains there's a land that's fair and bright Where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night Where the boxcars are all empty and the sun shines every day On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees Where the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains all the cops have wooden legs And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft boiled eggs The farmer's trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay Oh, I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow Where the rain don't fall and the wind don't blow In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains you never change your socks And the little streams of alcohol come a-tricklin' down the rocks The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind There's a lake of stew and of whiskey too You can paddle all around 'em in a big canoe In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains the jails are made of tin And you can walk right out again as soon as you are in There ain't no short handled shovels, no axes saws or picks I'm a goin to stay where you sleep all day Where they hung the jerk that invented work In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
I'll see you all this coming fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountains
Álfur Út Úr Hól ((Adapted from: The Fool On The Hill (by The Beatles) - 1967)) ((French Version: Le Fou Sur La Colline (by Eddy Mitchell) - 1968)) Composer(s): Paul McCartney - John Lennon - Björgvin Hólm Performer(s): Björk Guðmundsdóttir - 1977
Dag eftir dag Einsamall a hol Naunginn Undarlegi par sem haninn gol
Enginn vill um hann vita Og peir benda hvar kjaninn fer Hann praukar samt afram sjalfur
Veizt um alf ut a hol Hann ser dyrdlega sol Og hans augu sja meir Pau sja heim, falinn peim
Bidd'ann um hjalp, Pa kemur hann skjott Hann sem a pusund raddir Hvislar sannleikann fljott
Enginn vill hlusta a hann Eda hljodin I leyndum song Hann virdist samt ekki vita
Veizt um alf ut a hol Hann ser dyrdlega sol Og hans augu sja meir Pau sja heim, falinn peim
Enginn vill lita til hans I kofanum sudur med sjo Hann praukar samt afram sjalfur
Veizt um alf ut a hol Hann ser dyrdlega sol Og hans augu sja meir Pau sja heim, falinn peim
Enginn vill hlusta a hann Og peir benda hvar kjaninn fer Hann praukar samt afram sjalfur
Veizt um alf ut a hol Hann ser dyrdlega sol Og hans augu sja meir Pau sja heim, falinn peim
Big Rock Candy Mountain (Traditional) Performer(s): Burl Ives and various other artists
Oh, the buzzin of the bees and the cigarette trees The soda water fountain Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
On a summers day, in the month of May A billy-bum come hikin Down a shady lane near the sugar cane He was lookin for his liklin As he strolled along he sung a song Of the land of milk and honey Where a bum can stay for many a day And he wont need any money
Oh, the buzzin of the bees and the cigarette trees The soda water fountain Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain The cops have wooden legs The bulldogs all have rubber teeth And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs The farmers trees are full of fruit The barns are full of hay I want to go where there aint no snow Where the sleet dont fall and the wind dont blow In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
Oh, the buzzin of the bees and the cigarette trees The soda water fountain Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
Oh, the buzzin of the bees and the cigarette trees The soda water fountain Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
The Fool On The Hill Composer(s): Paul McCartney - John Lennon First release by: The Beatles - 1967 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1968 - Le Fou Sur La Colline (by Eddy Mitchell) 1977 - Álfur Út Úr Hól (by Björk Guðmundsdóttir)
Day after day Alone on a hill The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still But nobody wants to know him They can see that he's just a fool And he never gives an answer
But the fool on the hill Sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head See the world spinning 'round
Well on the way Head in a cloud The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud But nobody ever hears him or the sound he appears to make and he never seems to notice
But the fool on the hill Sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head See the world spinning 'round
And nobody seems to like him they can tell what he wants to do and he never shows his feelings
But the fool on the hill Sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head See the world spinning 'round
Ooh, ooh Round and round and round
And he never listens to them He knows that they're the fools They don't like him
The fool on the hill Sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head See the world spinning 'round
Big River Composer(s): Johnny Cash Originally performed by: Johnny Cash Covered by various other artists
Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die
I met her accidentally in St. Paul (Minnesota) And it tore me up every time I heard her drawl, Southern drawl Then I heard my dream was back Downstream cavortin' in Davenport And I followed you, Big River, when you called
Then you took me to St. Louis later on (down the river) A freighter said she's been here But she's gone, boy, she's gone I found her trail in Memphis But she just walked up the block She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone
Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge River Queen, roll it on Take that woman on down to New Orleans, New Orleans Go on, I've had enough Dump my blues down in the gulf She loves you, Big River, more than me
Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die
