Te Voy A Contar Mi Vida
Composer(s): Manuel Alejandro
Performer(s): Raphael



Antes, mucho antes de enamorarte
Mucho antes de encadenarte
Te voy a contar mi vida
Ahora con la aurora de este romance
Al principio de nuestro idilio
Te voy a contar mi vida
Quiero que te enteres de mis defectos
Los juzgues serenamente
Ahora que estás a tiempo
Para que me quieras como soy
Para que me quieras con delirio
Quiero que te enteres de mi vida
De mi mundo, de mis ansias, de mi fe
Antes, mucho antes de enamorarte
Mucho antes de encadenarte
Te voy a contar mi vida
Quiero que te enteres de mis defectos
Y los juzgues serenamente
Ahora que estás a tiempo
Para que me quieras como soy
Para que me quieras con delirio
Quiero que te enteres de mi vida
De mi mundo, de mis ansias, de mi fe
Antes, mucho antes de enamorarte
Mucho antes de encadenarte
Te voy a contar mi vida
Quiero que te enteres de mis defectos
Y los juzgues serenamente
Ahora que estás a tiempo
Ahora que estás a tiempo
Te voy a contar mi vida

My Daddy Is Only A Picture
Composer(s): Thomas Dilbeck
Performer(s): Eddy Arnold



I asked a little boy to call his Daddy
He said he couldn't and sighed
And when I asked him what was wrong
Here's what the boy replied

My Daddy's only a picture
In a frame that hangs on the wall
And when I talk to my Daddy
He never talks at all

I tell him all my secrets
And all my little plans
And by the way he smiles at me
I know that he understands

The angels took Daddy to heaven
When I was just going on three
I know he wouldn't leave us
If he knew how lonesome we'd be

I try to cheer up my Mommy
When the tears roll down her face
My Daddy's only a picture
But I'm trying to take his place

Good Morning Blues
Composer(s): Huddie Ledbetter; Alan Lomax
Performer(s): Van Morrison



Good mornin' blues, blues how do ya do?
Good mornin' blues, blues how do ya do?
Well I'm doin' alright this mornin', how are you?

I woke up this mornin'
Couldn't get outta my bed
Oh I woke up this mornin'
Couldn't get you outta my bed
Went to eat my breakfast and
The blues was all in my bread

Good mornin' blues, blues how do you do?
Good mornin' blues, blues how do you do?
Well I'm doin' alright this mornin' how are you?

Well the blues ain't nothin' but a poor workin' man feelin' down
Lord, the blues ain't nothin' but a poor workin' man feelin' down
That's about the meagerest feelin' I done ever had

Why I'm singin' good mornin', blues blues how do you do? 
(yeah yeah)
Good mornin' blues, blues how do you do? (yeah yeah)
Well I'm doin' alright this mornin', how are you?

Sent for you yesterday, here you come walkin' today (hey)
I sent for you yesterday, here you come walkin' today
Yeah, your mouth's wide open
You don't know what to say

(I say) Goodmornin' blues, blues how do you do? (yo yeah)
Well goodmornin' blues, blues how do you do? (hoo yeah)
Well I'm doin' alright, blues how are you?
Yeeeeeaaaah!

Te Vi Llorar
Composer(s): Chucho Monge 	
Performer(s): Emilio Gálvez; Las Hermanas Cortez



Ayer te vi llorar desconsoladamente
como lloran las almas que arrebata el dolor
Ayer me estremecí con tu penar hiriente
pues sé lo que se siente al morir el amor

Ayer fue mi dolor de tu dolor hermano
ayer estuve dentro de tu corazón
Mi pena y tu congoja se dieron la mano
para vivir alerta contra toda ilusión

Ayer fue mi dolor de tu dolor hermano
ayer estuve dentro de tu corazón
Mi pena y tu congoja se dieron la mano
para vivir alerta contra toda ilusión

My Dad
Composer(s): Porter Wagoner
Performer(s): Porter Wagoner



My daddy was a hard working farm man
With dirt on his hands most all his life
But inside my daddy's soul was as clean as white linen
And his heart was as pure as solid gold
Like most boys when I was growin' up
I wanted to be just like my dad
'Cause I felt that he had something
That very few people had

My daddy was just a simple man
He lived all his life on a little farm where I was born
He never had an education he didn't get to go to school
But he was the smartest man that I've ever known
I believe God must have been my daddy's teacher
For he talked a lot with him
And when dad found somethin' that he didn't understand
He'd ask God about it just like you'd ask a friend
Honesty was a word that my dad lived by
His word was his bond, it meant the same
That's why he could borrow money from the bank
Just by signin' his name

The first thing I remember learnin' from dad
Was the meaning of honesty
He said if you're honest, son
It means a whole lot more than you just won't lie or cheat
If you're honest you'll do unto others
Like you'd have them do unto you
And you'll always give more than just your share
In anything that you do
Honesty stands like a giant oak tree
With roots strong and deep in the sod
And if you're always honest with yourself son
It covers many of the commandments of God

Pride was another word that my dad lived by
He took pride in each thing and one that he told me why
He said always take pride in each thing you do, boy
No matter how small it may be
For God gave you the mind that you begin with
And take pride in each new thing that you see
And don't ever think that you're better than anyone
But always remember you're just as good as anybody son
And just because you're wearin' overalls with patches to cover each hole
Why it's not what's on the outside that makes a man boy
It's what's hidden deep in his soul
So always be honest and proud son in each thing that you do
And when you're in doubt about something ask God about it
'Cause he's always honest with you

Good Morning
Composer(s): Arthur Freed; Nacio Herb Brown
Performer(s): Judy Garland & Mickey Rooney;
and various other artists



Good morning, Good morning
We've danced the whole night through
Good morning, Good morning, to you

Good morning, Good morning
It's great to stay up late
Good morning, Good morning, to you

When the band began to play
The stars were shining bright
Now the milkman's on his way
It's too late to say goodnight

So good morning, good morning
Sunbeams will soon smile through
Good morning, Good morning, to you

When the band began to play
The stars were shining bright
Now the milkman's on his way
It's too late to say goodnight

So good morning
Sunbeams will soon smile through
Good morning, Good morning, to you
Good morning
good morning
It's too late to say goodnight
So say good morning

Te Veel, Te Vaak 
Composer(s): Piet Souer - Rob Krispijn
Performer(s): Liesbeth List



Even leeg als de straat 
Is de gang waar je staat 
En je bleke gezicht 
In het gelige licht 
Is al net zo leeg 
En kijk nog eens om 
De tafel trekt krom 
Krom onder het gewicht 
Je hijgt want je krijgt je koffer niet dicht 

Verdwijn met de noorderzon nu een einde komt 
aan de jaren van leef maar raak 
Neem wat er over is als er nog iets is 
Want we namen te veel te vaak 

Je praat iets te vlug 
Verlang je soms terug 
Naar wat is geweest 
Het lijkt een groot feest 
Als je het meeste vergeet 

Verdwijn met de noorderzon nu een einde komt 
aan de jaren van leef maar raak 
Neem wat er over is als er nog iets is 
Want we namen te veel te vaak 

Verdwijn met de noorderzon nu een einde komt 
aan de jaren van leef maar raak 
Neem wat er over is als er nog iets is 
Want we namen te veel te vaak 

Verdwijn met de noorderzon nu een einde komt 
aan de jaren van leef maar raak 
Pak het verleden in 
Ook al heeft het geen zin 
Want we zijn onszelf kwijt geraakt 

Verdwijn met de noorderzon nu een einde komt 
aan de jaren van leef maar raak 
Neem wat er over is als er nog iets is 
Want we namen te veel te vaak 

My Dad
Composer(s): Barry Mann; Cynthia Weil
Performer(s): Paul Petersen;
Bobby Vee; Davy Jones



He isn't much in the eyes of the world
He'll never make history
No, he isn't much in the eyes of the world
But he is the world to me

My dad, now here is a man
To me he is everything strong
No, he can't do wrong, my dad

My dad, now he understands
When I bring him troubles to share
Oh, he's always there, my dad

When I was small, I felt ten feet tall
When I walked by his side
And everyone would say, "That's his son"
And my heart would burst with pride

My dad, oh, I love him so
And I only hope that some day
My own son will say
"My dad, now here is a man"

Good Luck, Good Health, God Bless You
Composer(s): Charles Adams; A. Le Royal
Performer(s): Steve Conway;
Richard Hayes; Kitty Kallen



Good luck, good health, God bless you
That’s all my heart can say
Good luck, good health, God bless you
And guide you on your way
No matter where you wander
As long as we’re apart
Good luck, good health, God bless you and keep you
And keep me still in your heart

(Good luck, good health, God bless you)

I’ll be waiting for you

(That’s all my heart can say)
(Good luck, good health, God bless you)

All my prayers are for you
To guide you on your way
No matter where you wander
Wherever you may roam
Good luck, good health, God bless you and keep you
And bring you safely back home

(Bring you safely back home)

Te Vas Porque Quieres
Composer(s): Fredérico Baena
Performer(s): Javier Solís
and multiple other artists



Me dices que te vas y te vas porque quieres
pues no tienes motivo para dejarme así
No es justo que me pagues con desprecio y olvido
todos los sacrificios que he pasado por ti
Ahora me reprochas que no te he comprendido
que sólo fue un capricho este amor que te di
Y bien sabes ingrata que me mata tu olvido
te vas porque quieres no me culpes a mí
Ahora me reprochas que no te he comprendido
que sólo fue un capricho este amor que te di
Y bien sabes ingrata que me mata tu olvido
te vas porque quieres no me culpes a mí

My Cutie Cutie
Composer(s): Ronnie Harwood
Performer(s): Shakin' Stevens



I've got a girl I just love her so
More and more you gotta see her rock 'n roll
Well, she's my cutie cutie, well, she's my cutie cutie
My cutie cutie is a real fine talking doll

Well...Lips are like cherries, kisses like wine
When we touch she drives me crazy every time
My cutie cutie, well, its my cutie cutie
My cutie cutie is a real fine talking doll

Well and when we rock, whey and we roll
Oh, oh, well, my heart goes flippity flippity flop
Well, I'm in love, I'm in love and I just can't stop

My cutie cutie don't need powder or paint
She's like my heaven must be a saint
Well, it's my cutie cutie, well, it's my cutie cutie
My cutie cutie is a real fine talking doll

Ahh, here we go!

Well and when we rock, whey and we roll
Oh, oh, my heart goes flippity flippity flop
Well, I'm in love, I'm in love and I just can't stop

My cutie cutie don't need powder or paint
She's like my heaven must be a saint
Well, it's my cutie cutie, well, it's my cutie cutie
My cutie cutie is a real fine talking doll

Well...My cutie cutie is a real fine talking doll
Well...My cutie cutie is a real fine talking doll

Good Luck Charm
Composer(s): Aaron Schroeder; Wally Gold
Performer(s): Elvis Presley;
and various other artists



Uh-huh huh, Uh-huh huh, Uh-huh huh, Oh yeh!
Don't want a four leaf clover
Don't want an old horse shoe
Want your kiss 'cause I just can't miss
With a good luck charm like you

Come on and be my little good luck charm
Uh-huh huh, you sweet delight
I want a good luck charm a-hanging on my arm
To have, to have, to hold, to hold tonight

Don't want a silver dollar
Rabbit's foot on a string
The happiness in your warm caress
No rabbit's foot can bring

Come on and be my little good luck charm
Uh-huh huh, you sweet delight
I want a good luck charm a-hanging on my arm
To have, to have, to hold, to hold tonight
Uh-huh huh, Uh-huh huh, Uh-huh huh, Oh yeh!
Uh-huh huh, Uh-huh huh, Tonight!

If I found a lucky penny
I'd toss it across the bay
Your love is worth all the gold on Earth
No wonder that I say

Come on and be my little good luck charm
Uh-huh huh, you sweet delight
I want a good luck charm a-hanging on my arm
To have, to have, to hold, to hold tonight
Uh-huh huh, Uh-huh huh, Uh-huh huh, Oh yeh!
Uh-huh huh, Uh-huh huh, Tonight!

Te Vas O Te Quedas
Performer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez



Sólo falta que tú me desprecies
sólo falta que tú me traiciones
pa'quitarme de plano la vida
sólo falta que tu me abandones

Mis amigos por fiel me dejaron
cuanto amor he tenido me olvida
sólo falta que tu te me vayas
pa`quitarme de plano la vida

Tu has llegado a formar en mi mundo
la ilusión con que tanto soñaba
pero ya te me estás escapando
como todas te quieres portar

Yo no puedo obligarte a quererme
tú sabrás  si por otro me dejas
yo no voy a labrar tu desgracia
tu sabras si te vas o te quedas

No es posible ganarle al destino
cuando todo se tiene perdido
no es posible olvidar un cariño
que se lleva en el alma metido

Yo nací pa'vivir sin consuelo
todo el mundo me hiere y me olvida
sólo falta que tú te me vayas
pa`quitarme de plano la vida

Tu has llegado a formar en mi mundo
la ilusión con que tanto soñaba
pero ya te me estás escapando
como todas te quieres portar

Yo no puedo obligarte a quererme
tú sabrás  si por otro me dejas
yo no voy a labrar tu desgracia
tu sabras si te vas o te quedas

My Cup Runneth Over 
Composer(s): Tom Jones; Harvey Schmidt
Performer(s): The Ames Brothers
and various other artists



Sometimes in the morning, when shadows are deep
I lie here beside you, just watching you sleep
And sometimes I whisper, what I'm thinking of
My cup runneth over with love ...

Sometimes in the evening, when you do not see
I study the small things, you do constantly
I memorize moments, that I'm fondest of
My cup runneth over with love ...

In only a moment, we both will be old
We won't even notice the world turning cold
And so, in this moment, with sunlight above
My cup runneth over with love ...

With love ...

Good Lovin'
Composer(s): Clark; Resnick
Performer(s): The Young Rascals



1-2-3- 
(Good lovin' . . .)
(Good lovin' . . .)
(Good lovin' . . .)

I was feelin' . . . so bad
I asked my family doctor just what I had
I said, "Doctor, . . . 
(Doctor . . .) 
Mr. M.D., . . . 
(Doctor . . .)
Now can you tell me, tell me, tell me
What's ailin' me?"
(Doctor . . .)

He said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yes, indeed, all you really need . . .
(Is good lovin')
Gimme that good, good lovin . . .
(Good lovin')
All I need is lovin' . . .
(Good lovin')
Good lovin', baby

Baby please, squeeze me tight . . . (Squeeze me tight)
Now don't you want your baby to feel alright? (Feel alright)
I said Baby . . . (Baby) . . . now it's for sure . . . (it's for sure)
I got the fever, Baby, Baby, but you've got the cure
(You've got the cure)

I said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yes, indeed, all I really need . . .
(Is good lovin') 
Gimme that good, good lovin . . .
(Good lovin')
All I need is lovin' . . .
(Good lovin')
Good lovin', baby

Te Tuer D'amour
Composer(s): Michel Mallory - J. Ploquin
Performer(s): Sylvie Vartan



À genoux comme en prière
Déshabillé de dignité
Aujourd'hui voilà je t'aime
Je t'aime tu as gagné

Quand mes yeux deviennent tendres
Et qu'ils te montrent les chemins
J'ai besoin d'avoir ton ventre
Sous mon corps et sous mes mains

Je veux te tuer d'amour
Et puis mourir à mon tour
Autant de fois que tu voudras
Je veux te tuer de joie
Pour mieux t'enchaîner à moi
Je suis le fauve et toi ma proie

Donnes et pleures tout ton possible
Et au plus profond de mon corps
Pour me fondre sur cette rive
Comme l'oiseau blanc au vent du nord

Et sentir contre mes lèvres
Ton cœur battre sous ta peau nue
Quand les mots donnent la fièvre
Et que le monde n'existe plus

Je veux te tuer d'amour
Et puis mourir à mon tour
Autant de fois que tu voudras
Je veux te tuer de joie
Pour mieux t'enchaîner à moi
Je suis le fauve et toi ma proie

Je veux te tuer d'amour
Et puis mourir à mon tour
Autant de fois que tu voudras
Je veux te tuer de joie
Pour mieux t'enchaîner à moi
Je suis le fauve et toi ma proie...

My Crime
Composer(s): Robert J. Hite Jr.; Skip Taylor;
Henry Vestine; Alan Wilson
Performer(s): Canned Heat



I went to Denver
Late last fall
I went to do my job
Yeah I didn't break any law
We worked a hippie place
Like many in our land
They couldn't bust the place
And so they got the band
`Cause the police in Denver
No, they don't want none of them long hairs hanging around
And that's the reason why
They want to tear Canned Heat's reputation down
You people in Denver
Will know what I mean
Yeah, the things I'm gonna tell ya
Yeah, you've all heard and seen
You remember when a cop on the beat
Used to rob and steal
Today they're gone, but the others get it on
So you know just how I feel
`Cause the police in Denver
Lord, they don't want none of them long hairs hanging around
And that's the reason why
They try to tear Canned Heat's reputation down
Yeah, they try to tear it down, boy
They ain't gonna do it though
Let me tell you this just one more time
Just one more thing I wanna tell ya
Before I go
It's a shame the Man in Denver
Has to lie and mistreat people so
Now six months ain't no sentence
One year ain't no time
When I hear from one to ten
It worries my troubled mind
`Cause the police in Denver
Lord, don't want no long hairs around
And that's the reason why
They try to tear Canned Heat's reputation down

Good Hearted Woman
Composer(s): Waylon Jennings; Willie Nelson
Performer(s): Waylon Jennings;
and various other artists



A long time forgotten the dreams that just fell by the way
The good life he promised ain't what she's livin' today
But she never complains of bad times and the bad things he's done
She just talks about the good they've had
And all the good times to come

Chorus:
She's a good hearted woman in love with her good timin' man
She loves him in spite of his wicked ways she don't understand
Through teardrops and laughter
They'll pass through this world hand in hand
This good hearted woman lovin' her good timin' man

He likes the bright lights the night life
And the good timin' friends
And when the party's all over she'll welcome him back home again
Lord she don't understand but she does the very best that she can
She's a good hearted woman lovin' her good timin' man

Repeat chorus twice

Te Tengo En Todo (O En Casi Todo)
Composer(s): Pablo Guerrero - Suso Saiz - Paco Ibarra
Performer(s): Javier Álvarez



Me invade la intuición de la mañana
y el temblor de una hoja en una esquina
Peces azules nadan y me asombran
saludo a una gotera en la cocina

El periódico mancha mi día de tristeza
Tu recuerdo libera mi ternura
Invento que es verano y que te tengo
porque leo un poema llueve en tu cintura

Y como el mar
me regalas sal y yodo
Tu nombre está
escrito en mí de algún modo
Y así te tengo en todo
(o en casi todo)

Me lleva a ti la luz de un sentimiento
la nube densa de mi té con menta
el sonido secreto de tu nombre
la espuma blanca de mi única cerveza

Y como el mar
me regalas sal y yodo
Tu nombre está
escrito en mí de algún modo
Y así te tengo en todo
(o en casi todo)

My Crazy Little Mixed Up Heart  
Composer(s): Sam Coslow
Performer(s): Jeannie Carson



I love you, I love you, I hate you, I hate you
Then I love you, I love you, again
I need you, adore you, and then I ignore you
Then I need you, adore you again
It’s just my crazy li’l mixed up heart, you see
That keeps confusing me
I’m spellbound, I’m spellbound, and then I am hellbound
And then I’m spellbound again
We make up, we make up, we break up
Then we make up again
And then the merry-g-round goes round again
And I go round and round again
I love you, I hate you, I hate you, I love you
That’s my crazy li’l mixed up
Never got it fixed up heart

And so the merry-go-round spins round again
And I’ve gone round and round again
I love you, I hate you, I hate you, I love you
That’s my crazy li’l mixed up 
Never got it fixed up heart