Letting Go
Composer(s): Doug Crider - Matt Rollings
Performer(s): Suzy Bogguss



She'll take the painting in the hallway
The one she did in junior high
And that old lamp up in the attic
She'll need some light to study by

She's had 18 years to get ready for this day
She should be past the tears, she cries some anyway

Oh oh letting go
There's nothing in the way now, 
Oh letting go, there's room enough to fly
And even though, she's spent her whole life waiting
It's never easy letting go

Mother sits down at the table
So many things she'd like to do
Spend more time out in the garden
Now she can get those books read too

She's had 18 years to get ready for this day
She should be past the tears, she cries some anyway

Oh oh letting go
There's nothing in the way now
Oh letting go, there's room enough to fly
And even though, she's spent her whole life waiting
It's never easy letting go

Oh oh letting go
There's nothing in the way now 
Oh letting go, there's room enough to fly
And even though, she's spent her whole life waiting 
It's never easy letting go

Browning
Composer(s): Raymond Asso; Jean Villard
Performer(s): Edith Piaf



Y avait qu'à r'garder sa figure
Et tout de suite on comprenait 
Monsieur Browning, qu'on l'appelait
Un nom qui sentait l'aventure
C'était le roi du revolver
Il en avait de magnifiques
Qu'il avait ram'nés d'Amérique
Où qu'on fabriqu' les vrais gangsters
Il nous racontait son histoire
Son premier crim' et puis la gloire
Browning, Browning
Il nous montrait des tas d'photos
Pris's en premièr' pag' des journaux
Browning, Browning
Il nous disait: "Vous autr's en France
Vous manquez encor' d'expérience"
Browning, Browning
Avec ça, pas besoin d'êtr' fort
C'est l'maladroit qu'a toujours tort
Et viv' Browning

Parc' qu'il avait de l'élégance
Et des costum's de cinéma
Il nous r'gardait de haut en bas
Avec mépris et insolence
Et tout's nos femm's, ell's l'admiraient
"Ah! comment c'est qu'il a d'allure
Et ce typ' là, quelle envergure"
Mais nous, les homm's, il nous courait
C'était toujours la mêm' histoire 
Son premier crim' et puis la gloire
Browning, Browning
On l'voyait sur les grands journaux
Juste à côté d'Greta Garbo
Browning, Browning
A l'écouter, on d'venait bête
On n'avait plus qu'ça dans la tête
Browning, Browning
Et nous pensions "Marre à la fin!
Il nous ennuie, l'Américain
Et son Browning"

Pour nous apprendr' la vraie manière
Pour nous donner un' bonn' leçon
Il a tenu, ce brav' garçon
A nous montrer son savoir-faire
C'est dans un' sall' de restaurant
Qu'il a voulu fair' l'expérience
Mais le pauvr' typ' n'a pas eu d'chance
Comme il sortait ses instruments
Il a roulé sous la banquette
Avec un p'tit trou dans la tête
Browning, Browning
Oh ça n'a pas claqué bien fort
Mais tout de mêm', il en est mort
Browning, Browning
Et puis quelqu'un dans le silence
A dit "Maint'nant à quoi qu'tu penses
Browning, Browning?"
Il pens' plus rien puisqu'il est mort
Tu parlais trop... ben t'as eu tort
Bye-Bye, Browning 

Letters Have No Arms
Composer(s): Ernest Tubb - Arbie Gibson
Performer(s): Ernest Tubb
and multiple other artists



I just got your letter dearest sweetheart
And darlin’, I miss you, oh, so much
Your letter has cheered me but I’m lonesome
Lonesome just to feel you lovin’ touch

Letters have no arms to hold me
Kiss on paper are so cold
These sweet things that you write in your letters
I want to be with you dear when told

Letters never bring me the touch of your hand
Or none of your sweet lovin’ charms
I get so lonesome for you darlin’
And you know that Letters Have No Arms

Letters have no arms to hold me
Kiss on paper are so cold
These sweet things that you write in your letters
I want to be with you dear when told

Letters never bring me the touch of your hand
Or none of your sweet lovin’ charms
I get so lonesome for you darlin’
And you know that Letters Have No Arms

Brown Eyed Handsome Man
Composer(s): Chuck Berry
Originally performed by: Chuck Berry
Covered by various other artists



Arrested on charges of unemployment
he was sitting in the witness stand 
The judge's wife called up the district attorney 
Said you free that brown eyed man 
You want your job you better free that brown eyed man 

Flying across the desert in a TWA 
I saw a woman walking across the sand 
She been a-walkin' thirty miles en route to Bombay
To get a brown eyed handsome man 
Her destination was a brown eyed handsome man 

Way back in history three thousand years 
Back every since the world began 
There's been a whole lot of good women shed a tear 
For a brown eyed handsome man 
That's what the trouble was brown eyed handsome man 

Beautiful daughter couldn't make up her mind 
Between a doctor and a lawyer man 
Her mother told her daughter go out and find yourself 
A brown eyed handsome man 
That's what your daddy is a brown eyed handsome man 

Milo Venus was a beautiful lass 
She had the world in the palm of her hand 
But she lost both her arms in a wrestling match 
To get brown eyed handsome man 
She fought and won herself a brown eyed handsome man 

Two, three count with nobody on 
He hit a high fly into the stand 
Rounding third he was headed for home 
It was a brown eyed handsome man 
That won the game; it was a brown eyed handsome man 

Letter B
Composer(s): Christopher Cerf
Performer(s): The Sesame Street Beetles



When I find I can't remember
What comes after
"A" and before "C"
My mother always whispers
"Letter B"

She told me "B" starts
"Big" and "bird" and
"Ball" and "bat" and "battery"
Yes, buh-buh-buh-buh-buh means
Letter B

Letter B, letter B, letter B, letter B
She whispers "Buh-buh-buh means Letter B"

And when I feel downhearted
Mother whispers
"B" words constantly
Like "bib," "Bob," "Bulb," and "bubble"
Letter B

Now in my hour of darkness
There's a sound I know will comfort me
It's the buh-buh-buh-buh-buh of
Letter B

Letter B, letter B, letter B, letter B
My mother whispers "B" words
Letter B

Letter B, letter B, letter B, letter B
My mother whispers "B" words
Letter B

Letter B, letter B, letter B, letter B
Bless the "buh-buh" sound of
Letter B

Brown Sugar
Composer(s): Mick Jagger; Keith Richard
Originally performed by: The Rolling Stones
Covered by various other artists



Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields 
Sold in a market down in New Orleans
Scarred old slaver knows he's doing alright 
Hear him whip the women, just around midnight

Ah, brown sugar how come you taste so good? 
Ah, brown sugar just like a young girl should

Drums beating cold English blood runs hot
Lady of the house wonderin' where it's gonna stop 
House boy knows that he's doing alright
You should a heard him just around midnight

Ah, brown sugar how come you taste so good? 
Ah, brown sugar just like a young girl should

Ah, brown sugar how come you taste so good?
Ah, brown sugar just like a black girl should

I bet your mama was a tent show queen
And all here boyfriends were sweet sixteen 
I'm no school boy but I know what I like
You should have heard me just around midnight

Ah, brown sugar how come you taste so good?
Ah, brown sugar just like a young girl should

I said yeah, yeah, yeah, whew
How come you... How come you taste so good?
I said yeah, yeah, yeah, whew
Just like a black girl should
I said yeah, yeah, yeah, whew 

Let's Work Together
((Adapted from: Let's Stick Together (by Wilbert Harrison) (1962))
Composer(s): Wilbert Harrison
Performer(s): Canned Heat - 1970
and multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1987 - Wi-j Doet 'T Samen (by Normaal)
1991 - Let's Wörk Togesser (by Torfrock)



Together we stand
Divided we fall
Come on now people let's get on the ball
Let's work together
Come on come on let's work together

Make someone happy
Make someone smile
Let's all work together and make life worthwhile
Let's work together
Come on come on let's work together
Together we will stand every boy
Every woman and man

2 or 3 minutes
2 or 3 hours
What does it matter in this life of ours
Come on come on let's work together
Together we will stand every boy
Every woman and man

When things go wrong as they sometimes will
When the road that you travel seems all up hill
Come on come let's work together
Together we still stand every boy
Every woman and man 

Brown Skin Girl
Composer(s): Norman Spann
Performer(s): Harry Belafonte
and various other artists



Everything to keep me from sleeping
A lot of sailor boys they were leaving
And everybody there was jumping
To hear the sailor boys in Alcora singing

Brown skin girl stay home and mind baby
Brown skin girl stay home and mind baby
I'm going away in a sailing boat
And if I don't come back
Stay home and mind baby

Now the Americans made an invasion
We thought it was a help to the island
Until they left from here on vacation
They left the native boy here to mind their children

Brown skin girl stay home and mind baby ....

Now I tell you the story bout Millie
She made a nice blue eyed baby
And they say she fancy the mother
But the blue eyed baby ain't know she father

Brown skin girl stay home and mind baby ....

Now the Americans all have their pleasure
While the music play to their leisure
Everybody there they were jumping
To hear the sailor boys in Alcora singing

Brown skin girl stay home and mind baby
Brown skin girl stay home and mind baby
I'm going away in a sailing boat
And if I don't get back
Stay home and mind baby 

Let's Wörk Togesser
((Adapted from: Let's Stick Together (by Wilbert Harrison) (1962); Let's Work Together (by Canned Heat) - 1970))
((Dutch Version: Wi-j Doet 'T Samen (by Normaal) - 1987))
Composer(s): Wilbert Harrison - Klaus Büchner - Raymond Voá
Performer(s): Torfrock - 1991



Mien Fründ hes nu n Problem
Bruk sich nich drum to scheem
Dat heb wi all schonmol hat
Oder wat wat wat

Let's Wörk Togesser
Jawoll, Jawoll
Let's Wörk Togesser
Weetst du, tosomm muck wi dat kloar
Sech gau besched und wi sind glicks doa

Geit di dat bescheden
Und du hess nix to freden
Wi hölpn di utte Not
Mit Therapie wards noch groot

Let's Wörk Togesser
Jawoll, Jawoll
Let's Wörk Togesser
Weetst du, tosomm muck wi dat kloar
Sech gau besched und wi sind glicks doa

Und nu aba! Let's wörk togesser! Give em the corner!
All to hopen hier, togesser wörken hähähä
Hauahauha
Jawoll!

Weetst du, tosomm muck wi dat kloar
Sech gau besched und wi sind glicks doa

Hess du nix antotrecken
Brukst bloß wat to segn
Wi giv di Büchs, Jack und Schoe
Und Blomen för'd Knopploch dato

Let's Wörk Togesser
Jawoll, Jawoll
Let's Wörk Togesser
Weetst du, tosomm muck wi dat kloar
Sech gau besched und wi sind glicks doa

Hess du mit Deern schonmo Pech
Ook de heb wi doa
Elfriede hebt sech
Se muckt dat schon kloar

Mit di togesser
Jawoll, Jawoll
Mit di togesser
Weetst du tosomm muckt wie dat kloar
Sech schnell besched und wi sünd gliks doa

Un nu nommol, let's wörk togesser
Heinerich, Elfriede, all ran hier, togesser wörken
Give em the corner
Und nu nommol n beten improvisiern hier midde blues

Weetst du tosomm muckt wi dat kloar
Sech nur besched und wi sind gliks doa

Brown Girl In The Ring
Composer(s): Frank Farian
Performer(s): Boney M.



Brown girl in the ring 
Tra la la la la 
There's a brown girl in the ring 
Tra la la la la la 
Brown girl in the ring 
Tra la la la la 
She looks like a sugar in a plum 
Plum plum 

Show me your motion 
Tra la la la la 
Come on show me your motion 
Tra la la la la la 
Show me your motion 
Tra la la la la 
She looks like a sugar in a plum 
Plum plum 

All had water run dry 
Got nowhere to wash my cloths 
All had water run dry 
Got nowhere to wash my cloths 

I remember one Saturday night 
We had fried fish and Johnny-cakes 
I remember one Saturday night 
We had fried fish and Johnny-cakes 

Beng-a-deng 
Beng-a-deng 

Brown girl in the ring 
Tra la la la la 
There's a brown girl in the ring 
Tra la la la la la 
Brown girl in the ring 
Tra la la la la 
She looks like a sugar in a plum 
Plum plum 

Show me your motion 
Tra la la la la 
Come on show me your motion 
Tra la la la la la 
Show me your motion 
Tra la la la la 
She looks like a sugar in a plum 
Plum plum 

All had water run dry 
Got nowhere to wash my cloths 
All had water run dry 
Got nowhere to wash my cloths 

I remember one Saturday night 
We had fried fish and Johnny-cakes 
I remember one Saturday night 
We had fried fish and Johnny-cakes 

Beng-a-deng 
Beng-a-deng 

Brown girl in the ring 
Tra la la la la 
See, brown girl in the ring 
Tra la la la la la 
Brown girl in the ring 
Tra la la la la 
She looks like a sugar in a plum 
Plum plum 

All had water run dry 
Got nowhere to wash my cloths 
All had water run dry 
Got nowhere to wash my cloths 

Brown girl in the ring 
Tra la la la la 
Look that brown girl in the ring 
Tra la la la la la 
Brown girl in the ring 
Tra la la la la 
She looks like a sugar in a plum 
Plum plum 

Let's Stick Together ((aka Let's Work Together (by Canned Heat) - 1970))
Composer(s): Wilbert Harrison
Performer(s): Wilbert Harrison - 1962
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1987 - Wi-j Doet 'T Samen (by Normaal)
1991 - Let's Wörk Togesser (by Torfrock)



Well, a young marriage vow, you know, it's very sacred
The man put us together, now, you want to make it
Stick together
Come on, come on, stick together

You know, you made a vow, not to leave one another, never
Well, ya never miss your water till your well runs dry
Come on, baby, give our love a try, let's stick together
Come on, come on, stick together
We made a vow, not to leave one another, never

Well, ya never miss your water till your well runs dry
Come on, baby, give our love a try, let's stick together
Come on, come on, stick together
You know, we made a vow, not to leave one another, never

It might be tough for a while, but think of the child
Cannot be happy without his mom and his pappy
Let's stick together
Come on, come on, stick together
You know, we made a vow, not to leave one another, never

Brown Eyed Girl
Composer(s): Van Morrison
Originally performed by: Van Morrison
Covered by various other artists



Hey, where did we go 
Days when the rains came? 
Down in the hollow 
Playing a new game
Laughing and a-running, hey, hey
Skipping and a-jumping 
In the misty morning fog with 
Our, our hearts a-thumping 
And you, my brown-eyed girl
You, my brown-eyed girl
Whatever happened 
To Tuesday and so slow 
Going down to the old mine with a 
Transistor radio 
Standing in the sunlight laughing 
Hide behind a rainbow's wall 
Slipping and a-sliding 
All along the waterfall 
With you, my brown-eyed girl 
You, my brown-eyed girl

Do you remember when we used to sing 
Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah 
Just like that 
Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah 
La dee dah

So hard to find my way 
Now that I'm all on my own
I saw you just the other day
My, how you have grown! 
Cast my memory back there, Lord
Sometime I'm overcome thinking about 
Making love in the green grass 
Behind the stadium 
With you, my brown-eyed girl
You, my brown-eyed girl

Do you remember when we used to sing 
Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah 
Laying in the green grass 
Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah 
Dee dah dee dah dee dah dee dah dee dah dee 
Sha la la la la la la la la la la la la 
Dee dah la dee dah la dee dah la 
D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d...

Wi-j Doet 'T Samen
((Adapted from: Let's Stick Together (by Wilbert Harrison) (1962); Let's Work Together (by Canned Heat) - 1970))
((German Version: Let's Wörk Togesser (by Torfrock) - 1991))
Composer(s): Wilbert Harrison - Bennie Jolink - Bennie Migchelbrink
Performer(s): Normaal - 1987



I-j hebt zin an høken, in de buurt spølt Normaal
met drieduuzend man bestormt zie de zaal
wi-j doet 't samen, niet alleen, wi-j doet 't samen
of i-j jong of old bunt, arm of riek, wi-j doet 't samen

I-j wilt noar 't café, dat doe-j niet alleen
alleen is niks an, dus i-j goat met zien twee
dus goat wi-j samen, niet alleen, wi-j doet 't samen
of i-j groot of klein bunt, links of rechts, wi-j doet 't samen

I-j maakt van 't leaven een mooie sport
moar a-j alles alleen wilt, dan kom i-j tekort
wi-j doet 't samen, niet alleen, wi-j doet 't samen
of i-j wit of zwart bunt, bruun of geil, wi-j doet 't samen

Ik lef te dreumen op mien olde matras
mien deern zag mien liggen, vond dat dat ok niks was
zie zei: "kom op wi-j doet 't samen, en niet allene, samen" oh yeah
of i-j lang bunt of kort, 't is een mooie sport
wi-j doet 't samen

Brown Baby
Composer(s): Oscar Brown Jr.
Performer(s): Nina Simone
and various other artists



Brown Baby Brown Baby
As you grow up I want you to drink from the plenty cup
I want you to stand up tall and proud
And I want you to speak up clear and loud
Brown Baby Brown Baby Brown Baby

As years go by I want you to go with your head up high
I want you to live by the justice code
And I want you to walk down freedom's road
You little Brown Baby

So lie away lie away spleeping lie away singing
Lie away sleeping lie away safe in my arms
Till your daddy and you mama protect you
And keep you safe from harm
Brown Baby

It makes me glad you gonna have things that I never had
When out of men's heart all hate is hurled
Sweetie you gonna live in a better world
Brown Baby Brown Baby Brown Baby 

Let’s Walk That-A-Way 
Composer(s): Twomey
Performer(s): Doris Day & Johnnie Ray



(DD & JR)
Let’s walk a-that-a-way not a-this-a-way
That-a-way we can be alone
Take they’re throwing our chance to kiss away
This-a-way only leads to home

(JR) 
Notice that we’re coming to the crossroads
Should we turn to left or right?
(DD) Mother is a-rockin’ and a-waitin’
But it’s such a lovely night

(DD & JR)
Let’s walk a-that-a-way not a-this-a-way
That-a-way we can be alone
Take they’re throwing our chance to kiss away
This-a-way only leads to home

(JR) 
Well, don’t you think the valley road is shorter?
We could save about a mile

(DD) 
And now and then the short road can be longer
If you linger for a while

(DD & JR)
Let’s walk a-that-a-way not a-this-a-way
That-a-way we can be alone
Take they’re throwing our chance to kiss away
This-a-way only leads to home

(JR) 
Can’t you see the night is just beginning
And the moonlight weaves a spell
(DD) We can take the road among the daisies
You know daisies never tell

(DD & JR)
Let’s walk a-that-a-way not a-this-a-way
That-a-way we can be alone
Take they’re throwing our chance to kiss away
This-a-way only leads to home

(JR) 
I got an awful lot of tender words to whisper
Little ol’ words like “I love you”
(DD) Everything you say is so convincing
Yes, that’s what we ought to do

(DD & JR)
Let’s walk a-that-a-way not a-this-a-way
That-a-way we can be alone
Take they’re throwing our chance to kiss away
This-a-way only leads to home

(DD & JR)
Leads to home
That-a-way only leads to home

Brouillard Dans La Rue Corvisart
Composer(s): Mickey Jones; Gabriel Yared
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy & Jacques Dutronc



[Jacques]
Toutes ces choses-là, on s'les murmure tout bas
Le soir dans la rue Corvisart
Le bar-tabac a éteint ses billards
Brouillard dans la rue Corvisart
Toujours les mêmes
[Françoise]
Mêmes pavés, mêmes paumés
[Jacques]
Toujours les mêmes
[Françoise]
Mêmes soupirs, mêmes souv'nirs, même détresse, même adresse
[Jacques]
Mêmes saisons, mêmes maisons
[Françoise]
Toujours les mêmes
[Jacques]
Mêmes chansons, même plus d'bar

[Françoise]
Brouillard dans la rue Corvisart
[Jacques]
Toutes ces choses-là, on s'les murmure tout bas
Le soir dans la rue Corvisart

[Françoise]
Si seul'ment une seule fois
[Jacques]
Brouillard
[Françoise]
Un homme
[Jacques & Françoise]
Dans la rue Corvisart
[Françoise]
Toujours les mêmes
[Jacques]
Mêmes pavés, mêmes paumés
[Françoise]
Toujours les mêmes
[Jacques]
Mêmes trottoirs, même histoire, mêmes blessures, mêmes chaussures
[Françoise]
Même migraine, même rengaine
[Jacques]
Toujours les mêmes
[Françoise]
Même cafard, même mouchoir

[Jacques]
Brouillard dans la rue Corvisart
[Françoise]
Toutes ces choses-là, on s'les murmure tout bas
Le soir dans la rue Corvisart

[Jacques]
Si seulement une seule fois
[Françoise]
Brouillard
[Jacques]
Une femme
[Jacques & Françoise]
Dans la rue Corvisart, si seulement une seule fois
Quelqu'un dans la rue Corvisart
[Françoise]
Un homme
[Jacques]
Une femme
[Jacques & Françoise]
Juste une seule fois, brouillard dans la rue Corvisart 

Let’s Wait A Little Longer
Composer(s): Curly Putman - Billy Sherrill
Performer(s): Ernest Tubb & Loretta Lynn
and multiple other artists



I can see you're not happy the way you've been acting 
And I think you'd like to be free 
I know he's a good man but I know that you can be a whole lot happier with me
In your eyes there's a yearning and inside you're a burnin' 
And I'd like to put out the flame 
So let's get together like birds of a feather and we let the love take the blame 

But right now I don't think that I can leave him 
For lately he's been so good to me 
And there might be once more chance that things might work out 
So let's wait a little longer then we'll see 

But wait I can make you forget him cause I'll take you 
To places that you've never been 
We'll make all the night spots the dim and the bright spots 
And then we'll forget where we've been 
We'll walk sunny beaches and taste Georgia peaches 
and swing from Maine to Mexico 
If you'll come along we can make life a song 
and you won't be tied down anymore 

But still I don't think that I can leave him 
For lately he's been so good to me 
And there might be once more chance that things might work out 
So let's wait a little longer then we'll see 
Yes let's wait a little longer then we'll see

Brother's Lullaby
(Traditional)



Brother, you and I
Brother, you and I
We'll sing our lullaby
Hush, my dear
Sing sweet and low
Baby now to rest will go
Hush thee, hush thee
Singing soft and low
Hush thee, hush, thee
Singing soft and low

Brother, you and I
Brother, you and I
We'll sing our lullaby
Tired blue eyes
Will gently close
Sleepy now the baby grows
Hush thee, hush thee
Sleep in sweet repose
Hush thee, hush thee
Sleep in sweet repose 

Let's Waddle
Performer(s): The Earls



Backing vocals: 
"Hey, let's waddle" throughout

Oh, baby, move it
Oh, baby, groove it
Mmmmmm, don't lose it
Come on!

They say you dance the best
Uh, from the East to the West
Well, I'm-a put you to the test
Yeah! Waddle...

Oh, baby, come on (yeah)
You're lookin' good now
I say you look so fine
Come on!

Oh, baby,baby, keep-a movin' (mmmmm)
Oh, keep-a groovin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're lookin' good
Oh, baby (ye-ye-ye-yeah)

I said-a move it, move it, move it

(Hey, let's waddle)
(Hey, let's waddle) ...

Fratelli Di Guerra
English Title: Brothers In Arms
Performer(s): Ricky Gianco



Questa nebbia montana
la mia casa sarà
quella vera è lontana
e non mi vedrà
se faremo ritorno
in salvo alle pianure
non avremo più voglia
di altre avventure

Battezzato col fuoco
nessuna pietà
ho sofferto ho vissuto
la mia fragilità
e se mi hanno ridotto così
le paure, gli allarmi
voi fratelli di guerra
saprete aiutarmi

Il nemico è uguale a noi
nemmeno lui lo sa
perché squarciamo in due
una sola umanità

Sotto un sole d'inferno
e una luna di ghiaccio
non dirò mai addio
perché non ce la faccio
ma lo leggo nel cielo lassù
non è questa la via
ammazzare i fratelli
è un'assurda follia