Le Petit Cheval
Composer(s): Georges Brassens - Paul Fort
Performer(s): Georges Brassens; Maxime le Forestier



Le petit cheval dans le mauvais temps
Qu'il avait donc du courage
C'était un petit cheval blanc
Tous derrière et lui devant

Il n'y avait jamais de beau temps
Dans ce pauvre paysage
Il n'y avait jamais de printemps
Ni derrière ni devant

Mais toujours il était content
Menant les gars du village
A travers la pluie noire des champs
Tous derrière et lui devant

Sa voiture allait poursuivant
Sa belle petite queue sauvage
C'est alors qu'il était content
Tous derrière et lui devant

Mais un jour, dans le mauvais temps
Un jour qu'il était si sage
Il est mort par un éclair blanc
Tous derrière et lui devant

Il est mort sans voir le beau temps
Qu'il avait donc du courage
Il est mort sans voir le printemps
Ni derrière ni devant

Blackbird
Composer(s): John Lennon; Paul McCartney
Originally performed by: The Beatles - 1968
Covered by various other artists



Blackbird singing in the dead of night 
Take these broken wings and learn to fly 
All your life 
You were only waiting for this moment to arise 

Blackbird singing in the dead of night 
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see 
All your life 
You were only waiting for this moment to be free 

Blackbird fly, blackbird fly 
Into the light of the dark black night 
Blackbird fly, blackbird fly 
Into the light of the dark black night 
You were only waiting for this moment to arise 
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Le Petit Brouillard
Composer(s): Francis Lai - Jacques Plante
Performer(s): Edith Piaf



Toujours ce sale petit brouillard
Toujours ce sale petit cafard
Qui vous transperce jusqu'aux os
Et qui se colle à votre peau
Il me semble le voir encore
Le soir où son copain du port
Lui apporta le faux passeport
Et son visa pour Buenos Aires
J'ignore ce qu'il avait fait
Je n'avais compris qu'une chose
Que sa dernière chance était
Qu'il prenne ce navire à l'aube
Et quand vint l'heure du départ
Je reçus son dernier regard
Dans le petit matin blafard
Déchiré par les sirènes
Toujours ce sale petit brouillard
Toujours ce sale petit cafard
Qui nous transperce jusqu'aux os
Et qui se colle à votre peau
La passerelle était levée
Et c'est quand je l'ai cru sauvé
Que des hommes sont arrivés
Et l'on fait redescendre à terre
J'ignore ce qu'il avait fait
Mais, pour ne pas me compromettre
Il passa menottes aux poignets
Sans avoir l'air de me connaître
Et depuis qu'ils l'ont emmené
Je pense à lui des jours entiers
En regardant les longs courriers
Diminuer et disparaître
Toujours ce sale petit brouillard
Toujours ce sale petit cafard
Toujours ce sale petit brouillard
Toujours ce sale petit cafard
Toujours ce sale petit brouillard
Toujours ce sale petit cafard...

Blackberry Way
Italian Title: Tutta Mia La Città
Composer(s): Roy Wood
Originally performed by: The Move
Covered by various other artists



Blackberry way, absolutely pouring down with rain
It's a terrible day, up wih the lark
Silly girl I don't know what to say
She was running away
So now I'm standing on the corner
Lost in the things that I said
What am I supposd to do now

Chorus
Goodbye Blackberry Way, I can't see you, I don't need you
Goodbye Blackberry Way, syre to want me back another day
Down to the park, overgrowing but the trees are bare
There's a mmory there
Boats on the lake unattended
Now the laughter's drowned I'm incredibly down
Just like myself they are neglected, turn with my eyes to the wall
What am I supposed to do now

Chorus

Oooh-la Oooh-la oo Ooh
Oooh-la Oooh-la oo Ooh
Run for the train look behind you for she may be there
Said a thing in the air
Blackberry Way se the battle field of careless sins
Cast to the winds so full of emptiness without her
Lost in the words that I said
What am I supposed to do now

Chorus
(repeat)

Le P'tit Bonheur
((Italian Version: Il Piccolo Amore (by Dalida))
Composer(s): Félix Leclerc
Performer(s): Félix Leclerc
and multiple other artists



C'est un petit bonheur
Que j'avais ramassé
Il était tout en pleurs
Sur le bord d'un fossé

Quand il m'a vu passer
Il s'est mis à crier
Madame, ramassez-moi chez vous, amenez-moi
Mes frères m'ont oublié je suis tombé, je suis malade
Si vous n'me cueillez point je vais mourir quelle ballade
Je me ferai petit, tendre et soumis je vous le jure
Madame, je vous en prie délivrez-moi de ma torture

J'ai pris le p'tit bonheur
L'ai mis sous mes haillons
J'ai dit faut pas qu'il meurt
Viens donc dans ma maison
Alors le p'tit bonheur
A fait sa guérison
Sur le bord de mon cœur
Y avait une chanson

Mes jours, mes nuits, mes peines , mes veilles, mon mal, tout fut oublié
Ma vie de désœuvrée j'avais dégoût d'la recommencer
Quand il pleuvait dehors ou qu'mes amis amis m'faisaient des peines
J'prenais mon p'ti bonheur et j'lui disais c'est toi que j'aime

Mon bonheur a fleuri
Il a fait des bourgeons
C'était le paradis
Ça s'voyait sur mon front
Or un matin joli
Que je sifflais ce refrain
Mon bonheur est parti
Sans me donner la main
J'eu beau le supplier, le cajoler, lui faire des scènes
Lui montrer le grand trou qu'il me faisait au fond du cœur
Il s'en allait toujours la tête haute, sans joie sans haine
Comme s'il ne pouvait plus voir le soleil dans ma demeure

J'ai bien pensé mourir
De chagrin et d'ennui
J'avais cessé de rire
C'était toujours la nuit
Il me restait l'oubli
Il me restait l'mépris
Enfin que j'me suis dit
Il me reste la vie

J'ai repris mon bâton, mes deuils, mes peines et mes bagages
Et je bats la semelle dans des pays de malheureux
Aujourd'hui quand je pars à l'aventure et en voyage
Je fais un grand détour ou bien je me ferme les yeux
Je fais un grand détour ou bien je me ferme les yeux

Black, Brown And White
Composer(s): Big Bill Broonzy
Performer(s): Big Bill Broonzy;
Brownie McGhee; Faith Nolan



This little song that I'm singin' about
People you know it's true
If you're black and gotta work for a living
This is what they will say to you

They says if you was white, should be all right
If you was brown, stick around
But as you's black, m-mm brother, git back git back git back

I was in a place one night
They was all having fun
They was all byin' beer and wine
But they would not sell me none

They said if you was white, should be all right
If you was brown, stick around
But if you black, m-mm brother, git back git back git back

Me and a man was workin' side by side
This is what it meant
They was paying him a dollar an hour
And they was paying me fifty cent

They said if you was white, 't should be all right
If you was brown, could stick around
But as you black, m-mm boy, git back git back git back

I went to an employment office
Got a number 'n' I got in line
They called everybody's number
But they never did call mine

They said if you was white, should be all right
If you was brown, could stick around
But as you black, m-mm brother, git back git back git back

I hope when sweet victory
With my plough and hoe
Now I want you to tell me brother
What you gonna do about the old Jim Crow?

Now if you was white, should be all right
If you was brown, could stick around
But if you black, whoa brother, git back git back git back

Le Pénitencier
((Adapted from: The Rising Sun Blues (Traditional) - 17th Century; House Of The Rising Sun (by Libby Holman) - 1942))
Composer(s): Alan Price - Hugues Aufray - Vline Buggy
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday - 1964

Versions In Other Languages:
1964 - Kuca Izlazeceg Sunca (by Miodrag Jevremovic)
1965 - La Casa Del Sole (by I Marcellos Ferial)
1989 - La Casa Del Sol Naciente (by Alejandra Guzmán)



Les portes du pénitencier
Bientôt vont se fermer
Et c'est là que je finirai ma vie
Comm'd'autres gars l'ont finie
Pour moi ma mère a donné
Sa robe de mariée
Peux-tu jamais me pardonner
Je t'ai trop fait pleurer
Le soleil n'est pas fait pour nous
C'est la nuit qu'on peut tricher
Toi qui ce soir a tout perdu
Demain tu peux gagner 

O mères, écoutez-moi
Ne laissez jamais vos garçons
Seuls la nuit traîner dans les rues
Ils iront tout droit en prison
Toi la fille qui m'a aimé
Je t'ai trop fait pleurer
Les larmes de honte que tu as versées
Il faut les oublier
Les portes du pénitencier
Bientôt vont se fermer
Et c'est là que je finirai ma vie
Comm'd'autres gars l'ont finie 

Black Water
Composer(s): Patrick Simmons
Performer(s): The Doobie Brothers



Well, I built me a raft and she's ready for floatin'
ol' Mississippi, she's callin' my name
Catfish are jumpin' that paddle wheel thumpin'
Black water keeps rollin' on past just the same
Old black water, keep on rollin' 
Mississippi moon won't you keep on shinin' on me?
(Old black water, keep on rollin')
Mississippi moon won't you keep on shinin' on me?
(Old black water, keep on rollin')
Mississippi moon won't you keep on shinin' on me?
Yeah, keep on shinin' your light, gonna make every thing
Pretty mama, gonna make everything all right
And I ain't got no worries 'cause I ain't in no hurry at all
Well, if it rains, I don't care, don't make no difference to me
Just take that street car that's goin' up town
Yeah, I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland and dance a honky tonk
and I'll be buyin' everybody drinks all roun'
Old black water, keep on rollin' 
Mississippi moon won't you keep on shinin' on me?
(Old black water, keep on rollin')
Mississippi moon won't you keep on shinin' on me?
(Old black water, keep on rollin')
Mississippi moon won't you keep on shinin' on me?
Yeah, keep on shinin' your light, gonna make every thing
Pretty mama, gonna make everything all right
And I ain't got no worries 'cause I ain't in no hurry at all 
I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland, 
Pretty momma come and take me by the hand, by the hand, take me by the hand
(I want to honky-tonk) (honky-tonk)
Pretty momma, come and dance with your daddy all night long, I'd like to...
(honky-tonk) (with you all night long)

La Casa Del Sole
((Adapted from: The Rising Sun Blues (Traditional) - 17th Century; House Of The Rising Sun (by Libby Holman) - 1942))
Composer(s): Alan Price - Mogol - Vito Pallavicini
Performer(s): I Marcellos Ferial - 1965

Versions In Other Languages:
1964 - Le Pénitencier (by Johnny Hallyday)
1964 - Kuca Izlazeceg Sunca (by Miodrag Jevremovic)
1989 - La Casa Del Sol Naciente (by Alejandra Guzmán)



Lo so perchè sei qui
e guardi verso me
perchè io sono il sole per te
e il sole e tutto per te
ma come faccio a dirti
qual'è la verità
ma come faccio a dirti che ormai
il sole si spegne con noi
ti ho detto tante cose
e tu credevi a me
le cose che volevo per te
che dirti non potrò
lo so perchè sei qui
e guardi verso me
perchè io sono il sole per te
e il sole è tutto per te
il sole che aspettavi
non arriverà
e l'ultima speranza ormai
si spegne insieme a noi
si spegne insieme a noi 

Black Velvet Band
(Traditional)
Performer(s): The Dubliners
and various other artists



In a neat little town they call Belfast
Apprentice to trade I was bound
Many an hours sweet happiness
Have I spent in that neat little town

A sad misfortune came o'er me
Which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from my friends and relations
Betrayed by the black velvet band

Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair, it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band

I took a stroll down Broadway
Meaning not long for to stay
When who should I meet but this pretty fair maid
Come a tripping along the highway

She was both fair and handsome
Her neck it was just like a swans
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band

Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair, it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band

I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid
And a gentleman passing us by
Well I knew she meant the doing of him
By the look in her roguish black eye

A gold watch she took from his pocket
And placed it right into my hand
And the very first thing that I said
Was bad luck to the black velvet band

Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band

Before the judge and the jury
Next morning I had to appear
The judge he says to me
"Young man, your case it is proven clear

We'll give you seven years penal servitude
To be spent faraway from this land
Far away from your friends and companions
Betrayed by the black velvet band"

Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band

So come all you jolly young fellows
A warning take by me
When you are out on the town, me lads
Beware of them pretty colleens

For they feed you with strong drink, oh yeah
'Til you are unable to stand
And the very next thing that you'll know is
You've landed in Van Diemens Land

Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band

La Casa Del Sol Naciente 
((Adapted from: The Rising Sun Blues (Traditional) - 17th Century; House Of The Rising Sun (by Libby Holman) - 1942))
Composer(s): Alan Price - Alejandra Guzmán
Performer(s): Alejandra Guzmán - 1989

Versions In Other Languages:
1964 - Le Pénitencier (by Johnny Hallyday)
1964 - Kuca Izlazeceg Sunca (by Miodrag Jevremovic)
1965 - La Casa Del Sole (by I Marcellos Ferial)



Aqui nació, aqui soñó
aqui vivió mi amor
pero ya no estas
no sigues junto a mi
no esta mi amor
no esta

Hogar del sol naciente
sol que ya no esta
un sol que ya no alumbrará
no, no alumbrará

Si nunca voy a verte
si jamás tu volverás
yo me ire muy lejos
de este hogar
donde al fin
yo te pueda olvidar

Si nunca voy a verte
jamás te voy a olvidar

Black Trombone
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Originally performed by: Serge Gainsbourg
Covered by various other artists



Black trombone
Monotone
Le trombone
C'est joli
Tourbillonne
Gramophone
Et bâillonne
Mon ennui

Black trombone
Monotone
Autochtone
De la nuit
Dieu pardonne
La mignonne
Qui fredonne
Dans mon lit

Black trombone
Monotone
Elle se donne
à demi
Nue, frissonne
Déraisonne
M'empoisonne
M'envahit

Black trombone
Monotone
C'est l'automne
De ma vie
Plus personne
Ne m'étonne
J'abandonne
C'est fini

House Of The Rising Sun 
((Adapted from: The Rising Sun Blues (Traditional) - 17th Century))
Composer(s): Alan Price
Performer(s): Libby Holman - 1942
and multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1964 - Le Pénitencier (by Johnny Hallyday)
1964 - Kuca Izlazeceg Sunca (by Miodrag Jevremovic)
1965 - La Casa Del Sole (by I Marcellos Ferial)
1989 - La Casa Del Sol Naciente (by Alejandra Guzmán)



There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin for many a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling' man
Down in New Orleans

Now, the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he'll be satisfied
Is when he's all drunk

Oh, Mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun

Well, I've got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin for many a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one

Black Strap Molasses
Composer(s): Carmine Ennis; Marilou Harrington
Performer(s): Jane Wyman, Jimmy Durante, 
Groucho Marks, & Danny Kaye



All:
Black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread
Makes you live so long you wish you were dead
You add some yogurt and you'll be well fed
With black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread

Jane Wyman:
My grandpa's older than the old grey mare
He sits a-rockin' in his rockin' chair
But now he's got a smile that he can't lose
Grandma's sittin' knittin' baby shoes

All:
From eatin' black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread
Makes you live so long you wish you were dead
You add some yogurt and you'll be well fed
With black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread

Jimmy Durante:
I gave up cherry pie and T-bone steak
Chicken fricassee and ice cream cake
I don't need vitamins or pills at All
I even mix it with my Hadacol

All:
I'm eatin' black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread
Makes you live so long you wish you were dead
You add some yogurt and you'll be well fed
With black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread

Groucho Marx:
My nerves were jumpy and I'd walk the floor
I never got to sleep till after four
But since I'm eatin' right I feel okay
I'm sleepin' every night and half the day

All:
From eatin' black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread
Makes you live so long you wish you were dead
You add some yogurt and you'll be well fed
With black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread

Danny Kaye:
Now I was thinner than a pencil line
Had no muscles and I had no spine
But now I'm friskier than a pup
All you have do is prop me up

All:
Just feed me black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread
Makes you live so long you wish you were dead
You add some yogurt and you'll be well fed
With black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread

GM: I know a fella who is ninety-two
JW: Doctors told the guy that he was through
DK: But now that the doctor has been proven wrong
JD: He's got more hop in him than Hopalong

All:
From eatin' black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread
Makes you live so long you wish you were dead
You add some yogurt and you'll be well fed
With black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread

Le Pêcheur
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens



On dirait un fanatique
De la cause halieutique
Avec sa belle canne et
Son moulinet
Mais s'il pêche, c'est pour rire
Et l'on peut être certain
Que jamais sa poêle à frire
Vit le plus menu fretin

La pêche, à ce qu'on raconte
Pour lui n'est en fin de compte
Qu'un prétexte, un alibi 
On connaît pis 
Un truc, un moyen plausible
De fuir un peu son chez-soi
Où sévit la plus nuisible
Des maritornes qui soient

Avec une joie maligne
Il monte au bout de sa ligne
Tout un tas d'objets divers
Des bouts de fer
Des paillassons, des sandales
Des vieilles chaussett's à clous
Des noyés faisant scandale
Aussitôt qu'on les renfloue

Si, déçu par une blonde
Pensant faire un trou dans l'onde
Tu tiens plus à te noyer
Qu'à te mouiller
Désespéré, fais en sorte
D'aller piquer ton plongeon
De peur qu'il ne te ressorte
À l'écart de son bouchon

Quand un goujon le taquine
Qu'un gardon d'humeur coquine
Se laisse pour badiner
Hameçonner
Le bonhomme lui reproche
Sa conduite puérile
Puis à sa queue il accroche
Un petit poisson d'avril

Mais s'il attrape une ondine
L'une de ces gourgandines
Femme mi-chair mi-poisson
Le polisson 
Coup de théâtre - dévore
Tout cru le bel animal 
Une cure de phosphore
Ça peut pas faire de mal

Quand il mourra, quand la Parque
L'emmènera dans sa barque
En aval et en amont
Truites, saumons
Le crêpe à la queue sans doute
L'escorteront chagrinés
Laissant la rivière toute
Vide, désempoissonnée

Lors, tombés dans la disette
Repliant leurs épuisettes
Tout penauds, tout pleurnicheurs
Les vrais pêcheurs
Rentreront chez eux bredouilles
Danser devant le buffet
Se faisant traiter d'andouilles
Par leur compagne
Bien fait!

Black Star
Composer(s): Sherman Edwards; Donald Meyer; Sid Wayne
Performer(s): Elvis Presley



 Every man has a black star
A black star over his shoulder
And when a man sees his black star
He knows his time, his time has come

Black star don't shine on me, black star
Black star keep behind me, black star
There's a lot of livin' I gotta do
Give me time to make a few dreams come true
Black star

When I ride I feel that black star
That black star over my shoulder
So I ride in front of that black star
Never lookin' around, never lookin' around

Black star don't shine on me, black star
Black star keep behind me, black star
There's a lot of livin' I gotta do
Give me time to make a few dreams come true
Black star

One fine day I'll see that black star
That black star over my shoulder
And when I see that old black star
I'll know my time, my time has come

Black star don't shine on me, black star
Black star keep behind me, black star
There's a lot of livin' I gotta do
Give me time to make a few dreams come true
Black star

Le Pêcheur
Composer(s): Marc Fontenoy
Performer(s): André Bourvil



Bourvil, un Pêcheur et un groupe de Filles:

B: Dites monsieur le pêcheur, ça mord?
P: Chut! Vous faites sauver le poisson!
B: Du poisson? J'en ai jamais vu
Y'en a peut-être mais faut pas faire de bruit, hein?
P: Chut, la barbe!
B: Ah! Mais je ne vais pas vous déranger: pêchez, pêchez..
F: Le pêcheur au bord de l'eau, abrité sous son chapeau, est heureux et trouve la vie belle
Tandis que flotte son bouchon, il sifflote une chanson
A côté, le regardant, y'a un brave paysan...
B: C'est moi!
F: ... qui rigole derrière sa moustache
B: Car je sais que dans ce coin, on attrape jamais rien
Pom pom pom, même quand on est malin!
P: Chut
B: Alors monsieur ça mord?
P: Ah non, ça va pas très fort
B: Ah, il faut être patient: ici l'poisson n'est pas gourmand
P: J'vais mettre un autre ver
B: Moi, je m'en vais boire un verre
Ca donne chaud de vous regarder faire
F: Installé sur un pliant, le pêcheur attend longtemps, mais l'poisson ne veut pas s'laisser prendre
Le soleil est déjà haut
B: J'crois vous allez avoir chaud
Moi, je m'en vais, salut et à bientôt
P: Ah! Quel raseur, quelle barbe!
B: Oh bah, dites donc, j'suis sur mes terres
et puis faut pas m'embêter, hein!
F: Au loin passent des tas de péniches, les filles lui crient: "Oh hé!"
B: Silence les filles, il pêche
F: Mais de tout cela il se fiche, il est pas là pour s'amuser
B: C'est vrai 
Le pêcheur au bord de l'eau, abrité sous son chapeau, voudrait bien ne pas rentrer bredouille
Il a beau être outillé, pas moyen d'en attraper
P: Encore lui! Oh quel casse-pieds!
B: Tiens, vous êtes toujours là 
Et alors, comment que ça va?
P: Ca va mal! Y'a rien à faire aujourd'hui! Aie Aie Aie
B: Ce poisson, moi j'le connais, il ne fait que ce qu'il lui plait!
Attention! Cette fois je crois qu'ça y est
F: Tout au bout de sa ligne, le pêcheur qui s'indigne, croit qu'il vient d'attraper... 
Devinez quoi?
B: Un vieux soulier!
Oh ça c'est rigolo, c'est un des godillots que j'ai perdu, l'année dernière dans l'eau!
F: Le pêcheur est dégoûté, il s'en va le nez baissé
P: Prenez là! Puisque c'est votre chaussure 
Aie Aie Aie
B: J'vous remercie mais tant qu'à faire, j'voudrais l'autre pour faire la paire
Revenez demain, puisque c'est un bon coin...
Pom pom pom, on taquinera l'goujon
F: Pom pom pom, on taquinera l'goujon

Black Slacks
Composer(s): Joe Bennett; Jimmy Denton
Originally performed by: Joe Bennett & The Sparkletones
Covered by various other artists



B-b-b-b-b-b-black slacks
B-b-b-b-b-b-black slacks
B-b-b-b-b-b-black slacks
B-b-b-b-b-b-black slacks
B-b-b-b-b-b-black slacks
Pegged cool, daddy-o
When I put em on
I'm a rarin' to go

When I go places, I just don't care
You'd know why when you see what I wear
Black slacks, pegged 14
Black slacks, really are keen
Black slacks, pegged cool, daddy-o
When I put 'em on
I'm a rarin' to go

Man you oughta' see me with my derby on
I know that you would say, he's gone
Black slacks, mostly in the head
Black slacks, uh, that's what I said
Black slacks, I'm the cat's pajamas
I always run around with the crazy little mamas

Well, the girls all look when I go by
It's what I wear that makes 'em sigh
Black slacks, I wear a red bow-tie
Black slacks, they say, my, oh, my
Black slacks, with a cat's chain
Down to my knees
I ain't nothin' but a real cool breeze

Black slacks
B-b-b-b-b-b-black slacks
B-b-b-b-b-b-black slacks
B-b-b-b-b-b-black slacks
B-b-b-b-b-b-black slacks
Pegged cool, daddy-o
When I put 'em on
I'm a rarin' to go
When I put 'em on
I'm a rarin' to go
When I put 'em on
I'm a rarin' to go

Black slacks
B-b-b-b-b-b-black slacks
B-b-b-b-b-b-black slacks
B-b-b-b-b-b-black slacks
B-b-b-b-b-b-black slacks

Le Pays D'où Je Viens
Composer(s): Louis Amade - Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud



Le pays d'où je viens
N'est fait que de silence
Donnez, donnez-moi la main
Bonjour, bonjour cette chance
Peut-être un jour, demain
Le traîneau des vacances
Vous emmènera enfin
Aux croisées des chemins
Du pays d'où je viens

Dans ce pays, jolis dame des neiges, je t'emporterai
Que tourne le manège d'un amour qui naît
D'une floconnée dans l'immensité
Peut-être un jour, demain
Des traîneaux en partance
T'emmèneront enfin
Au pays qui est le tien
Le pays d'où je viens

Black Sky
Composer(s): Steve Cash
Performer(s): Ozark Mountain Daredevils



well I sure take it with me wherever I go
and you might like to see it but it never does show
like a wind in the valley that never does blow
like the grass in the back that you never did mow
it's a black sky formin' on the ridge
it's a woman waitin' standin' on the bridge
it's the price that you pay for walkin' on the ledge
it's everything you do and nothin' that you did

well you might see me drivin' in the wrong side of town
and you might see me shinin' when the rain's comin' down
like a diamond that's hidin' in the lost and found
like a coon that's runnin' from a red bone hound
it's a black sky formin' on the ridge
it's a woman waitin' standin' on the bridge
it's the price that you pay for walkin' on the ledge
it's everything you do and nothin' that you did

well the wood keeps burnin' in the old wood stove
and the cows keep goin' where they done been drove
and a light keeps glowin' in a dead man's cove
and a loom keeps spinnin' where the weave gets wove
it's a black sky formin' on the ridge
it's a woman waitin' standin' on the bridge
it's the price that you pay for walkin' on the ledge
it's everything you do and nothin' that you did