Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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My Prayer Composer(s): Georges Boulanger; Jimmy Kennedy Originally performed by: Glenn Miller Covered by various other artists
My prayer is to linger with you At the end of the day In a dream that's devine
My prayer is a rapture in blue With a world far away And your lips close to mine Tonight while our hearts are aglow Oh tell me the words that I'm longing to know
My prayer and the answer you give May they still be the same For as long as we live That you'll always be there At the end of my prayer
My prayer is to linger with you At the end of each day In a dream that's devine
My prayer is a rapture in blue With a world far away And your lips close to mine Tonight while our hearts are aglow Oh tell me the words that I'm longing to know
My prayer and the answer you give May they still be the same For as long as we live That you'll always be there At the end of my prayer
Green Door Composer(s): Bob Davie; Marvin Moore Performer(s): Shakin' Stevens; and various other artists
Midnight One more night without sleepin' Uuh, Watchin' Till that mornin' comes creepin' Green door What's that secret you're keepin'?
There's an old piano and they play it hot Behind the Green Door (Green Door) Don't know what they're doin' but they laugh a lot Behind the gren door! (Green Door) Wish they'd let me in so I could find out What's behind the Green Door! (Green Door)
Knocked once Tried to tell them I'd been there Door slammed! Hospitality's thin there Wonder Just what's going on in there
Saw an eyeball peepin' through a smoky cloud Behind the green door (Green Door) When I said 'Joe sent me' someone laughed out loud Behind the green door (Uuh Green Door) All I want to do is join the happy crowd Behind the green door! (Green Door)
Midnight One more night without sleepin' Watchin' Till that mornin' comes creepin' Green door What's that secret you're keepin'?
There's an old piano and they play it hot Behind the Green Door (Green Door) Don't know what they're doin' but they laugh a lot Behind the gren door! (Green Door) Wish they'd let me in so I could find out What's behind the Green Door! (Green Door)
Saw an eyeball peepin' through a smoky cloud Behind the green door (Green Door) When I said 'Joe sent me' someone laughed out loud Behind the green door (ha, ha ha, oh) All I want to do is join the happy crowd Behind the green door! (Green Door)
Wish they'd let me in so I could find out What's behind the Green Door! (Green Door)
Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen First release by: Bruce Springsteen - 1975
Tear drops on the city Bad Scooter searching for his groove Seem like the whole world walking pretty And you can't find the room to move Well everybody better move over, that's all I'm running on the bad side And I got my back to the wall Tenth Avenue freeze-out, Tenth Avenue freeze-out
I'm stranded in the jungle Taking all the heat they was giving The night is dark but the sidewalk's bright And lined with the light of the living From a tenement window a transistor blasts Turn around the corner things got real quiet real fast She hit me with a Tenth Avenue freeze-out Tenth Avenue freeze-out And I'm all alone, I'm all alone And kid you better get the picture And I'm on my own, I'm on my own And I can't go home
When the change was made uptown And the Big Man joined the band From the coastline to the city All the little pretties raise their hands I'm gonna sit back right easy and laugh When Scooter and the Big Man bust this city in half With a Tenth Avenue freeze-out, Tenth Avenue freeze-out Tenth Avenue freeze-out...
Un'estate Fa Dutch & French Titles: Zoals Een Mooi Verhaal; Un Beau Roman; Une Belle Histoire Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë; Michel Fugain; F. Califano Performer(s): Mina and various other artists (Originally performed by: Michel Fugain)
Un'estate fa la storia di noi due era un pò come una favola ma l'estate va e porta via con sè anche il meglio delle favole La tua strada è là ma ci dividerà la mia strada della vacanza segnerà la tua lontananza Un'estate fa non c'eri che tu ma l'estate somiglia a un gioco è stupenda ma dura poco Torno a casa mia e torni pure tu sono cose che succedono un'estate in più che mi regalerà un autunno malinconico senza te E finice qui la storia di noi due due amanti che si perdono Un'estate fa la storia di noi due era un pò come una favola
Tenterfield Saddler Composer(s): Peter Alan Performer(s): Peter Alan; Olivia Newton-John; Todd McKenny
The late George Woolnough Worked on High Street and lived on Manners Fifty two years he sat on his verandah And made his saddles And if you had questions about sheep, or flowers or dogs You'd just ask the saddler, who lived without sin They're building a library for him
Time is a traveller, Tenterfield Saddler Turn your head Ride again jackaroo, think I see kangaroo up ahead
The son of George Woolnough Went off and got married and had a way baby Something was wrong and it's easier to drink then go crazy And if there were questions about why the end was so sad Well George had no answers about why a son Ever has need of a gun
Time is a traveller, Tenterfield Saddler Turn your head Ride again jackaroo, think I see kangaroo up ahead
The Grandson of George has been all round the world And lives no special place Changed his last name and he married a girl With an interesting face He'd almost forgotten them both Because in the life that he leads There's nowhere for George and his library Or the son with his gun to belong Except in this song
Time is a traveller, Tenterfield Saddler Turn your head Ride again jackaroo, think I see kangaroo up ahead
Oh time is a meddler, Tenterfield Saddler Make your bed Fly away cockatoo, down on the ground emu up ahead
Oh time is a traveller, Tenterfield Saddler Turn your head Fly away cockatoo, down on the ground emu up ahead
My Pony Boy Composer(s): Charlie O'Donnell; Bobbie Heath Performer(s): Lillian Lorraine
Way out west, in a nest from the rest
dwelt the bestest little Bronco Boy He could ride, he could glide o'er the prairies like an arrow Every maid in the glade was afraid
he would trade his little heart away So each little peach made a nice little speech of love to him
Pony Boy, Pony Boy, won't you be my Tony Boy? Don't say no, here we go off across the plains Marry me, carry me right away with you Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, whoa! My Pony Boy
Till one day, out that way, so they say, came to stay a fluffy ruffle girl She made eyes, she surprised, and he found his heart was lassoed When he thought he was caught, how he fought, but she taught this pony boy to love But he balked when she talked of a trip to New York, so she sang to him
Pony Boy, Pony Boy, won't you be my Tony Boy? Don't say no, here we go off across the plains Marry me, carry me right away with you Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, whoa! My Pony Boy
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, whooooooa! My Pony Boy
Great Speckled Bird Composer(s): Roy Carter; Guy Smith Performer(s): Roy Acuff; and various other artists
What a beautiful thought I am thinking Concerning a great speckled bird Remember her name is recorded On the pages of God's Holy Word
All the other birds are flocking 'round her And she is despised by the squad But the great speckled bird in the Bible Is one with the great church of God
All the other churches are against her They envy her glory and fame They hate her because she is chosen And has not denied Jesus' name
Desiring to lower her standard They watch every move that she makes They long to find fault with her teachings But really they find no mistake
She is spreading her wings for a journey She's going to leave by and by When the trumpet shall sound in the morning She'll rise and go up in the sky
In the presence of all her despisers With a song never uttered before She will rise and be gone in a moment Till the great tribulation is o'er
I am glad I have learned of her meekness I am proud that my name is on her book For I want to be one never fearing The face of my Savior to look
When He cometh descending from heaven On the cloud that He writes in His Word I'll be joyfully carried to meet Him On the wings of that great speckled bird
Tentando A Diana Composer(s): Miguel Mateos - Alejadro Mateos Performer(s): Miguel Mateos
Ella dijo que no volvió a casa sin llorar él le pidió perdón mandó rosas en signo de paz
A ella no le alcanzó y los dos se dejaron de ver pasado un mes escuchar su voz en el contestador el mismo mensaje una y otra vez solo el cielo sabe que pasó y es que algo esta y es que algo esta Ah! Tentando a Diana Ah! Tentando a Diana
Ella dijo que si y propuso hora y lugar él se porto muy bien y lo hicieron sin hablar jóvenes cuerpos en la fábula del amor
Volvió a casa Subió corriendo a su habitación mamá y papá no la vieron llegar y ella guardó su secreto en el mar una generación mas Ah! Tentando a Diana Ah! Tentando a Diana
Une Belle Histoire (aka Un beau roman) Dutch & Italian Titles: Zoals Een Mooi Verhaal; Un'estate Fa Composer(s): Michel Fugain; Pierre Delanoë Originally performed by: Michel Fugain Covered by various other artists
C'est un beau roman, c'est une belle histoire C'est une romance d'aujourd'hui Il rentrait chez lui là-haut vers le brouillard Elle descendait dans le midi, le midi Ils se sont trouvés au bord du chemin Sur l'autoroute des vacances C'était sans doute un jour de chance Ils avaient le ciel à portée de main Un cadeau de la providence Alors pourquoi penser au lendemain
Ils se sont cachés dans un grand champ de blé Se laissant porter par les courants Se sont racontés leurs vies qui commençaient Ils n'étaient encore que des enfants, des enfants Qui s'étaient trouvés au bord du chemin Sur l'autoroute des vacances C'était sans doute un jour de chance Qui cueillir le ciel aux creux de leurs mains Comme on cueille la providence Refusant de penser au lendemain
C'est un beau roman, c'est une belle histoire C'est une romance d'aujourd'hui Il rentrait chez lui là-haut vers le brouillard Elle descendait dans le midi, le midi Ils se sont quittés au bord du matin Sur l'autoroute des vacances C'était fini le jour de chance Ils reprirent alors chacun leur chemin Saluèrent la providence en se faisant un signe de la main
Il rentra chez lui là-haut vers le brouillard Elle est descendue là-bas dans le midi C'est un beau roman, c'est une belle histoire C'est une romance d'aujourd'hui
Great Mid-West Composer(s): John Cougar Performer(s): John Cougar
Everything is slower here, everybody's got a union card They get up on Sunday and go to church of their choice Come back home cook out in the backyard
And they call this the Great Midwest Where the cornfields row and flow They're all 5 years ahead of their time Or 25 behind, I just don't know
All the young men talk about their 4 wheel drives And how much money they're gonna make on Friday night And, they like to brag about how they mistreat their girlfriends Hey, let's get drunk, party it up, start a fight
And they call this the Great Midwest Sure make a hell of a car And the old hearts, they race their way through the night The upheaval of who they really are
Growin' up under normal conditions, television and radio That's just about all of this whole world That any of us get to see, get to know
And they call this the Great Midwest Where you sacrifice your body and soul And no one really wants to get even Most of us find it hard enough just lettin' go
Don't get me wrong I ain't complaining I ain't braggin' nor do I mean to place blame That's just the way things are around here And there's a future carryin' my name on it Sayin' hey man, you gonna stick around here you better get on it If you're gonna stick around here you better make yourself some real good friends
Well I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth So I can't talk about the big city life But if you wanna talk about bein' bored and runnin' Away from yourself, hell I talk to you all night
And they call this the Great Midwest Where livin' is just gettin' by And people trade in their happiness For a smokestack, a big money deal in the sky
Tennessee Wig Walk
Composer(s): Larry Coleman - Norman Gimbel
Performer(s): Bonnie Lou; Dan Zanes
Im a bow-legged chicken, Im a knock kneed hen
Never been so happy since I dont know when
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk
To a tune on the fiddle on a hardwood floor
Though Im broke and weary and my back is sore
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk
Put your toes together, your knees apart
Bend your back, get ready to start
Flap your elbows just for luck
Then you wiggle and you waddle like a baby duck
Come and dance with me honey, tap your toes and glide
And well always be together side by side
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk
Im a bow-legged chicken, Im a knock kneed hen
Never been so happy since I dont know when
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk
To a tune on the fiddle on a hardwood floor
Though Im broke and weary and my back is sore
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk
Put your toes together, your knees apart
Bend your back, get ready to start
Flap your elbows just for luck
Then you wiggle and you waddle like a baby duck
Come and dance with me honey, tap your toes and glide
And well always be together side by side
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk
Dat Afgezaagde Zinnetje ((aka Een Dom Compliment (Jo Vally & Vanessa Chinitor) - 2003;
Zoiets Onnozels (Willy Sommers, Lisa Del Bo & Luc Steeno) - 2003))
((Adapted from: Something Stupid (Carson and Gaile) - 1967))
Composer(s): C. Carson Parks - Jack Bulterman
Performer(s): Willy Alberti & Willeke Alberti - 1967
Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Ces Mots Stupides (Sacha Distel & Joanna Shimkus)
1967 - Qualche Stupido "Ti Amo" (Sacha Distel & Joanna Shimkus)
1967 - En Lille Dumhed (Siw Malmkvist & Otto Brandenburg)
1971 - Algo Tonto (Enríque Guzmn & Silvia Pinal)
Ik zoek naar mooie zinnen, over liefde en beminnen Als ik denk aan jou Ik droom van blauwe zeeen, van de mooiste orchideen En van eeuwige trouw Ik maak voor jou gedichten, waar je zeker voor zal zwichten Als ik ze zeggen zou Maar dan verberg ik alles met dat afgezaagde zinnetje "Ik hou van jou"
Op hetzelfde ogenblik, begrijp ik dadelijk vol schrik Ik heb je droom verstoord Op het spannendste moment, wanneer je heel dicht bij me bent Geef ik geen enkel woord
Ik zou heel veel willen zeggen, om je duidelijk uit te leggen Hoeveel ik droom over jou Maar alle mooie woorden, die je duizend maal al hoorde Klinken toch veel te flauw Hoewel ik het steeds weer probeer, vergeet toch iedere keer Wat ik je zeggen wou En dan bederf ik alles met dat afgezaagde zinnetje "Ik hou van jou"
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Hoewel ik het steeds weer probeer, vergeet toch iedere keer Wat ik je zeggen wou En dan bederf ik alles met dat afgezaagde zinnetje "Ik hou van jou"
Ik hou van jou Ik hou van jou Ik hou van jou Ik hou van jou
Great Men Repeat Themselves Composer(s): Buddy Starcher; John Hartford; Joe Holcomb; Sheb Wooley Performer(s): Ben Colder
You've all heard it said that history repeats itself Did you know that great men repeat themselves also I repeat myself a lot, repeat myself a lot
repeat myself a lot
Do you think that it's a coincidence that the name Lyndon contains six letters That the name Batman contains six letters also At batman's side stands the boy wonder, Robin At Lyndon's side stands the wonder boy Hubey And the names Robin and Hubey each contain five letters
The names Gotham City and Washington each contain ten letters The names Mr Robert S. McNamara and Commissioner Gordon Both contain eighteen letters and that's a bunch of 'em The names Riddler and Degaule each contain seven letters That is if you spell Degaule with one L On the other hand they contain eight letters If you spell Degaulle with two L's and riddler with three D's
Now Batman's Batmobile is in reality an experimental model Lincoln Continental And Lyndon's Lincoln Continental is in reality an experimental model Batmoblie You didn't know that Behind a cape crusader stands a young bird named Robin Behind the tall Texan stands a lady crusader named Byrd
There are fifty-two weeks in a year, you knew that Seven days in a week, add two for the number of beegle hounds in the family and you get nine The square root of nine is three Divide this by a wife and two daughters and you get one And there is only one Batman On the other hand you take one and divide by five and you get a fifth You get a fifth and I'll get a fifth and we'll get on with it
Besides that, the name Superman and Fred Flintstone Both contain seven, eight, no that's not going to work out But the name Huckleberry Hound contains sixteen letters all by itself And that's pretty unusual for a dog don't you think
If you need more proof that great men do repeat themselves In October 1965 batman said and I quote, "To the Batmoblile Robin" And in July he said, and I quote again, "To the Batmoblie, Robin" Of course that was on a re-run And as farther proof that great men do indeed repeat themselves Uh, repeat themselves, uh, repeat themselves
Tennessee Saturday Night Composer(s): Billy Hughes Performer(s): Red Foley and multiple other artists
Now, listen while I tell you 'bout a place I know Down in Tennessee where the tall corn grows Hidden from the world in a bunch of pines Where the moon's a little bashful and it seldom shines Civilized people live there alright But they all go native on a Saturday Night
Their music is a fiddle and a cracked guitar They get their kicks from an old fruit jar They do the boogie to an old square dance The woods are full of couples lookin' for romance Somebody takes his brogue and knocks out the light Yes, they all go native on a Saturday night
When they really get together there's a lot of fun They all know the other fellah packs a gun Ev'rybody does his best to act just right 'Cause there's gonna be a funeral if you start a fight They struggle and they shuffle till broad daylight Yes, they all go native on a Saturday night
Well, now you've heard my story 'bout a place I know Down in Tennessee where the tall corn grows HIdden from the world in a bunch of pines Where the moon's a little bashful and it seldom shines Civilized people live there alright But they all go native on a Saturday night
My Pledge Of Love Composer(s): Joe Stafford Performer(s): Joe Jeffrey Group; Paul Ansell; Kingfish
I woke up this mornin', Baby I had you on my mind I woke up this mornin', Baby You know that I felt so fine You know I need you You know that I love you This is my pledge of love to My pledge of love My pledge of love Darlin', Darlin', Darlin' to you Yeah, to you, yeah
I woke up this mornin', Baby I had you on my mind I felt so much love this mornin' Little girl, little girl, you feel so fine You know I need you You know that I love you Darling, this is my pledge of love My pledge of love My pledge of love Darlin', Darlin', Darlin' to you Oh yeah, to you, yea-yeah
Sky's gettin dark above me Baby, I need your lovin' Got to have all of your lovin' Baby, I want your lovin' Baby (Baby), Baby (Baby) Baby (Baby), Baby (Baby) Baby (Baby), Baby (Baby) Baby (Baby), Baby (Baby)
I woke up this mornin', Baby Yes, and I called your name I felt so much love this mornin' Little girl, little girl, for shame You know I need you You know that I love you And this is my pledge of love to My pledge of love, hey My pledge of love Darlin', Darlin', Darlin' to you, yeah Oh, got to have your lovin' Baby, you know I want your lovin' Ooooooh, need your ...
Great Joe Bob (A Regional Tragedy) Composer(s): Terry Allen Performer(s): Terry Allen; The Country Gazette
He was a panhandle prince ahhh Schoolboy football king They told him "Hi" in the halls 'Cause he could run them balls But it was rumored (down deep) he was mean He dated high-tone girls With frosty pom-pom curls But he never gave out his ring He was the best of the best He met the grid-iron test An there ain't nothin as American And clean He was the pride of the backfield Ahhh the hero of his day Yeah he carried the ball for the red and blue They won District Triple-A An his name made all the papers As the best they'd ever had Yeah so nobody understood it When the Great Joe Bob went bad First he lost his scholarship To Texas Tech For drinking during training And breaking the coach's neck yeah Then he got suspended (ahhh) for acting obscene Around the Cum-Laudy, Cum-Laudy Daughter of the Dean So He took up with a waitress Named Loose Ruby Cole While she was a-hoppin' tables Down at the Hi-D-Ho And he met her on the sly When her daddy weren't around Yeah but he stopped making yardage When he started messin 'round (chorus) Yeah it spread like a country wildfire That something big had gone all strange Joe Bob the Greatest Halfback Was actin half-deranged ahhh He'd been seen out with this woman Gettin drunk and havin fun Yeah he growed his hair, then gived up prayer And said, "Football days is done" Then He and old Loose Ruby Robbed a Pinkie's Liquor Store And had a run-in with the law When they's runnin out the door And Joe Bob's fate was sealed For the next century Yeah he traded in the pigskin For the penitentiary (chorus)
Tennessee Rock 'N' Roll Composer(s): Irving Reid - Larry Coleman Performer(s): Bobby Helms
Oh, I went down to Tennessee Yes, I went down to Tennessee What did I see in Tennessee? I saw a place where dancers meet I swear I saw the dancingest feet You never heard a wilder beat
They were doing the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll They were doing the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll Upon my soul, the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll
The caller called: "Let's promenade!" The fiddling man looked gone as he played The old square dance had been remade
They were doing the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll They were doing the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll Upon my soul, the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll
Then all at once, before I knew I joined in with the Hullaballoo I dug the beat and did it too
I was doing the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll I was doing the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll Upon my soul, the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll
Come on let's all do the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll Come on let's all do the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll Upon my soul, the Tennessee Rock 'n' Roll
