That's My Home
Composer(s): Levon Helm - Rebennack
Performer(s): The Band



You how long I've waited
I waited for so long
It needs a place I'm going
That's my home
Princie, how do you do?
They all greeted too
Others have done so too
That's my home

It matters a difference 
If it's a one-room set
Any time that I get back
I still like it like that

And we got blues that match the sky
And love hurts like a fly
Until the day I die
That's my home

It matters a difference 
If it's a one-room set
Any time that I get back
I still like it like that

And friends say, "How do you do?"
We all greeted too
Others have done so too
That's my home
That's my home
That's my home

Cachito, Campeón De Corrientes
Composer(s): León Gieco
Performer(s): León Gieco; Ismael Serrano



Desde Corrientes a Buenos Aires un señor lo vino a buscar 
cuando estacionó su auto vino el barrio a saludar
Chau Cachito chau vas a ser el campeón
desde aquí te alentaremos por la televisión oyoyo oyoyo oyoyo

En la noche del debut Corrientes estaba prendido
y un solo grito se oyó cuando el correntino entró 
Vamos Cachito vamos debes ser el campeón
desde aquí te alentaremos por la televisión

El correntino saltarín mostraba su inocencia
y entre las cuerdas se vió sangrar sus redondas cejas
Que pensará mi madre ay, ay si que pensará
que pensará mi barrio ay, ay si que pensará

Que me estará pasando que no lo puedo parar
este me está matando de verdad
Como estará mi madre ay, ay si como estará
como estará mi pueblo ay, ay si como estará

Llora Corrientes llora la derrota de su campeón
el jueves llega Cachito en el micro de las dos
Y ese señor del auto no aparece por Corrientes
porque dice que es suficiente el dinero que ganó

Fado Tropical
Composer(s): Chico Buarque; Rey Guerra
Performer(s): Chico Buarque;
and various other artists



Oh, musa do meu fado
Oh, minha mãe gentil
Te deixo consternado
No primeiro abril
Mas não sê tão ingrata
Não esquece quem te amou
E em tua densa mata
Se perdeu e se encontrou
Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal
Ainda vai tornar-se um imenso Portugal

``Sabe, no fundo eu sou um sentimental
Todos nós herdamos no sangue lusitano uma boa dose de lirismo
Mesmo quando as minhas mãos estão ocupadas em torturar, esganar, trucidar
Meu coração fecha aos olhos e sinceramente chora...''

Com avencas na caatinga
Alecrins no canavial
Licores na moringa
Um vinho tropical
E a linda mulata
Com rendas do Alentejo
De quem numa bravata
Arrebato um beijo
Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal
Ainda vai tornar-se um imenso Portugal

``Meu coração tem um sereno jeito
E as minhas mãos o golpe duro e presto
De tal maneira que, depois de feito
Desencontrado, eu mesmo me contesto

Se trago as mãos distantes do meu peito
É que há distância entre intencão e gesto
E se o meu coração nas mãos estreito
Me assombra a súbita impressão de incesto

Quando me encontro no calor da luta
Ostento a aguda empunhadura à proa
Mas o meu peito se desabotoa

E se a sentença se anuncia bruta
Mais que depressa a mão cega executa
Pois que senão o coração perdoa''

Guitarras e sanfonas
Jasmins, coqueiros, fontes
Sardinhas, mandioca
Num suave azulejo
E o rio Amazonas
Que corre Trás-os-Montes
E numa pororoca
Deságua no Tejo
Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal
Ainda vai tornar-se um imenso Portugal
Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal
Ainda vai tornar-se um imenso Portugal

Blue Pacific Blues 
Composer(s): Lester Lee - Ned Washington
Performer(s): Jo Ann Greer



I'm gettin' the blue pacific blues
The feelin' ya get from real bad news
I wanna hear bells, I wanna see trains
I get in this mood whenever it rains
I'm gettin' the blues

Alone in the dark and sultry night
Ya'd think of the times ya ain't done right
To add to the fact your feelin' so bad
the cry of the birds keeps drivin' you mad
I got the blues

Ya lie awake and how you wish that it was mornin'
and then ya smoke a hundred cigarettes or more
That devil rain continues poundin' at your window
And the tropic winds, keep howlin' at your door

Because of all the rain and mud
The feel of the place gets in your blood
But deep in the night there comes unawares
the terrible thought that nobody cares
Your back with the blues-again

To be even more specific
You've got what they call-the blue pacific blues

Cachito
Composer(s): Consuelo Velázquez
Performer(s): Nat King Cole
and multiple other artists



Cachito, Cachito, Cachito mio
Pedazo de cielo que Diós me dió
Te miro y te miro y al fin
Bendigo bendigo la suerte de ser tu amor
Me preguntan por que eres mi cachito
Y yo siento muy bonito al responder
Por que eres de mi vida un pedazito
Que yo quiero como a nadie he de querer
Cachito ... cachito mio
Tu eres el amorsito de mamá ... y de papá
Cachito ... Cachito mio
Tu eres el amorsito de papá ... y de mamá
A tu lado yo no sê lo que es tristeza
Y las horas se me pasan sin sentir
Tu me miras y yo pierdo la cabeza
Y lo único que puedo es repetir

Fado
Composer(s): Michele Vendome; Henri Decker
Performer(s): Dalida



Fado, fado
Le Portugal te doit ces nuits blanches
Quand on fond de l'ombre tu te penches
Offrant ta fraîcheur sous le ciel chaud

Fado, fado
Le soir sur la place on se rassemble
Et dés que ta voix ce fait entendre
Toutes les mères rythment le fado

Tous les cœurs
Te confis leurs espoirs et leurs peines
Le bonheur ce confond enfin avec les pleurs
Grâce au

Fado, fado
Quand la femme au châle noir te chante
C'est tout un monde que l'on invente
Rien que pour un refrain de fado

La la la

Fado, fado
Pour deux étrangers venus t'entendre
Le bonheur ne s'est pas fait attendre
Car l'amour aime bien le fado
Fado, fado
On s'est regardé sans rien ce dire
Aussitôt tu fleuris en sourire
Nos cœurs ce sont compris sans un mot

Dans ma main
En tremblant il pose sa main douce
Et soudain pour nos deux cœurs
Il ne dit plus rien
Que le

Fado, fado
Rythmons cet amour devenu notre
Nous sommes partis l'un contre l'autre
Tandis que s'éloigne le fado

Fado, fado, fado

That's My Home
Composer(s): Ben Ellison - Leon Rene - Otis Rene
Performer(s): Louis Armstrong



When sunset in the sky
And flowers never die, yeas
And friends don't pass you by
Because that's my home
Oh where the folks say howdedo
And they really mean it too
Where mama's love is true
Because that's my home

I'm always welcomed back
No matter where I roam
Just a ltttle old shack to me
Is home sweet home
Where the swanny river flows
Where the shady pine trees grow
Then I know that's my home

Caché Derrière Mes Poings
Composer(s): Giles Thibaut - Jean Renard
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday



J'ai, caché derrière mes poings
J'ai vu Joe Les Grandes Dents
Monsieur 120 pour cent
Caché au premier rang
Ses cent kilos tassés
Dans une place à 1000 francs

Quand il a vu ma droite
Il a jeté son cigare
Et dans ses yeux j'ai vu
Des valises de dollars
J'ai vu qu'il me fallait
Gagner ce soir

Caché, caché derrière mes poings
J'ai vu madame la foule
Avec monsieur les gens
M'insulte au bord des gants
Prêt à me faire souffrir
Ou bien à m'applaudir

À moitié fossoyeur
Et à moitié vampire
Et dans leurs yeux j'ai vu
J'ai vu des mises à mort
J'ai vu qu'il me fallait
Gagner ce soir

Caché, caché derrière mes poings
J'ai vu l'homme à abattre
On était frères ennemis
Si c'est pas moi c'est lui
Et j'étais l'ascenseur
Et lui le toboggan

Quand y a un homme qui monte
Y en a un qui descend
Et dans ses yeux j'ai vu
Un loup devenir chien
Et j'ai vu que j'allais
Gagner ce soir

Mesdames, mesdemoiselles, messieurs
Ce soir au célèbre Palais des Sports de Paris
Grand combat international de poids moyen
En dix reprises de trois minutes

À ma droite
Directement venu d'Amérique
Et candidat au titre de Champion du Monde
Le bombardier noir de New-York
Lesther Wilson

À ma gauche
72 kilos 500
L'actuel Champion du Monde des poids moyens
Johnny Hallyday

Caché, caché derrière mes poings
J'ai vu au troisième rang
Une fille qui s'en allait
Comme un fou j'ai crié
Alors elle s'est retournée
Et dans ses yeux j'ai vu
Ce qu'elle pensait de moi
Un homme sans foi ni loi
Qui à la mort aux doigts

J'ai vu
Que j'avais
Perdu ce soir

Faded Love
Composer(s): Bob Wills; Johnnie Lee Wills
Performer(s): Patsy Cline;
and various other artists



As I look at the letters
That you wrote to me
It's you that I'm thinking of
As I read the lines
That to me were so sweet
I remember our faded love

I miss you, darling
More and more, every day
As heaven would miss the stars above
With every heartbeat 
I still think of you
And remember our faded love

I think of the past 
And all the pleasures we had
As I watch the mating of the doves
It was in the springtime that you said goodbye
I remember our faded love

I miss you, darling
More and more every day
As heaven would miss the stars above
With every heartbeat
I still think of you
And remember our faded love

That’s My Girl
Composer(s): Duke Ellington -  Ray Ellington - Barbara Tobias
Performer(s): Nat King Cole



That’s my girl, Take a look at her she belongs to me
Yes that’s my girl, hand off, don’t touch
She looks just like an angel
But she’s human all the same
So I’m not taking chances
I won’t tell her address or even her name
‘Cos that’s my girl
I’m adding her to my family
And I love that girl and everything’s fine
So until the day that she says “Yes”
I’m keeping my fingers crossed
‘Cos that’s my girl, and she’s gonna stay mine

That’s my girl, you hear me
I’m adding her to my family
And I love that girl and everything’s fine
So until the day that she says “Yes”
I’m keeping my fingers crossed
‘Cos that’s my girl and she’s gonna stay mine
She’s all mine, every curve and line
And even those dark brow curls
Now lay off... that’s my girl

Caçada
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque; Bebel Gilberto; Mestre Ambrósio



Não conheço seu nome ou paradeiro
Adivinho seu rastro e cheiro
Vou armado de dentes e coragem
Vou morder sua carne selvagem
Varo a noite sem cochilar, aflito
Amanheço imitando o seu grito
Me aproximo rondando a sua toca
E ao me ver você me provoca
Você canta a sua agonia louca
Água me borbulha na boca Minha presa rugindo sua raça
Pernas se debatendo e o seu fervor
Hoje é o dia de graça
Hoje é o dia da caça e do caçador

Eu me espicho no espaço feito um gato
Pra pegar você, bicho do mato
Saciar a sua avidez mestiça
Que ao me ver se encolhe e me atiça
Que num mesmo impulso me expulsa e abraça
Nossas peles grudando de suor
Hoje é o dia da graça
Hoje é o dia da caça e do caçador

De tocaia fico a espreitar a fera
Logo dou-lhe o bote certeiro
Já conheço seu dorso de gazela
Cavalo brabo montado em pelo
Dominante, não se desembaraça
Ofegante, é dona do seu senhor
Hoje é o dia da graça 
Hoje é o dia da caça e do caçador

Factory Girl
Composer(s): Mick Jagger; Keith Richards
Performer(s): The Rolling Stones;
and various other artists



Waiting for a girl who's got curlers in her hair
Waiting for a girl she has no money anywhere
We get buses everywhere
Waiting for a factory girl

Waiting for a girl and her knees are much too fat
Waiting for a girl who wears scarves instead of hats
Her zipper's broken down the back
Waiting for a factory girl

Waiting for a girl and she gets me into fights
Waiting for a girl we get drunk on Friday night
She's a sight for sore eyes
Waiting for a factory girl

Waiting for a girl and she's got stains all down her dress
Waiting for a girl and my feet are getting wet
She ain't come out yet
Waiting for a factory girl

That's My Desire 
Composer(s): Helmy Kressa - Carroll Loveday
First release by: Russell Wooding's Red Caps - 1931
Covered by multiple other artists



To spend one night with you
In our old rendezvous
And reminisce with you
That's my desire

To meet where gypsies play
Down in that dim café
And dance till break of day 
That's my desire

We'll sip a little glass of wine
And I'll gaze into your eyes divine
I'll feel the touch of your lips
Pressing on mine

To hear you whisper low 
Just when it's time to go
"Cherie, I love you so"
"You're my desire"

To hear you whisper low
Just when it's time to go
"Cherie, I love you so"
"You're my desire" 

"You're my desire"

Cable A Tierra
Composer(s): Fito Páez
Performer(s): Fito Páez; Abel Pintos



Si estas entre volver no volver
si ya metiste demasiado en tu nariz
si estas como cegado de poder
tirate un cable a tierra
y si tu corazón ya no va mas
si ya no existe conexión con los demás
si estas igual que un barco en alta mar
tirate un cable a tierra
y yo estoy acercándome hasta vos
bajo la luna, bajo la luna
las cosas son así
tengo el teléfono del freak
que esta deseoso de volarte la cabeza
en un par de minutos sale el sol
si ya no hay nada que anestesie tu dolor
si no llegas, si no alcanzas a verme
tirate un cable a tierra
no creas que perdió sentido todo
no dificultes la llegada del amor
no hables de mas, escucha el corazón
ese es el cable a tierra

Factory
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen;
Arizona Smoke Revue; Kevin Kinsella; 
Melissa McClelland; The Mighty Echoes



Early in the morning factory whistle blows
Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes
Man takes his lunch, walks out in the morning light
It's the working, the working, just the working life

Through the mansions of fear
through the mansions of pain
I see my daddy walking
through them factory gates in the rain
Factory takes his hearing, factory gives him life
The working, the working, just the working life

End of the day, factory whistle cries
Men walk through these gates with death in their eyes
And you just better believe, boy
somebody's gonna get hurt tonight
It's the working, the working, just the working life

That's Me Without You
Composer(s): J.D. Miller
First release by: Lou Millet & His Melody Ramblers - 1951
Covered by multiple other artists



A night with no moonlight
A day with no sun
A plane with no pilot
A watch that won't run

A tree with no branches
A rose with no dew
A boy with no sweetheart
That's me without you

A train with no whistle
A car with no gas
A well with no water
A show with no cast

A love with no future
A sky with no blue
A boy with no sweetheart
That's me without you

A bank with no money
A top that won't spin
A book with no story
A love I can't win

A chair with no bottom
A rig with no crew 
A song with no music
That's me without you

A train with no whistle
A car with no gas
A well with no water
A show with no cast

A court with no jury
A church with no pew
A boy with no sweetheart
That's me without you

Cabin On The Hill
Composer(s): Bolivar Lee Shook
Performer(s): The Mullins Family
and multiple other artists



There's a happy childhood home in my mem'ry I can see
Standing out upon the hill neath the shadow of the tree
If I only had my way, it would give my heart a thrill
Just to simply wander back to the cabin on the hill
Oh, I want to wander back to the cabin on the hill
Neath the shadow of the tree I would like to linger still
Just to be with those I love, joy my heart would overfill
Just to simply wander back to the cabin on the hill
But the saddest of it all, I can never more return
To that happy childhood home, matters not how much I yearn
If I only had my way, it would give my heart a thrill
Just to simply wander back to the cabin on the hill
Oh, I want to wander back to the cabin on the hill
Neath the shadow of the tree I would like to linger still
Just to be with those I love, joy my heart would overfill
Just to simply wander back to the cabin on the hill
Oh, I want to wander back to the cabin on the hill
Neath the shadow of the tree I would like to linger still
Just to be with those I love, joy my heart would overfill
Just to simply wander back to the cabin on the hill

Facing The Wind
Composer(s): Nico
Performer(s): Nico



It's holding me against my will
And doesn't leave me still
Amazons are riding out
To find a meaning for
The name, my name
In the rain
My spinning on my Name
In the rain, in the rain

When did it begin?
When did it begin?
Why am I not facing the wind?

My mother and my brother
Are facing the wind
Why are they facing the wind?
Why are they facing the wind?

There's nothing more to sing about
Not now or when they carry me away
In the rain
My spinning on my name in the rain
My spinning on my name in the rain
In the rain

When did it begin?
When did it begin?
Why are they facing the wind?

That's Love
Composer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan
Performer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan



Once in a while, out of the blue
I might appear somewhat rude
But don't be alarmed or get upset
Just say to yourself this I'll forget
And when I come home after being away
It might do me good just to hear you say
Darlin' don't move an inch, keep perfectly still
Now do with me what you will
Sometime ago before we met
I vowed to myself that I'd never let
No-one at all ever tie me down
Never dreaming that I'd see you around
Now isn't it strange wherever you go
It's always the same with whoever you know
Which just goes to prove what I've been trying to say
Looking at you the way I do (that's love)
Promising always to be true (that's love)
Giving each other a helping hand (that's love)
Sharing each other's every plan, that's love
And in love you do
And isn't it strange wherever you go
It's always the same with whoever you know
Which just goes to prove what I've been dying to say
Holding you now the way I do (that's love)
Knowing full well you want me to (that's love)
Telling each other how we feel (that's love)
Knowing inside it must be real, that's love
And in love it's true

Cabin In The Sky
Composer(s): Vernon Duke - John Latouche
First performance by: Ethel Waters & Dooley Wilson - 1940
Covered by multiple other artists



In this cloudy sky overhead now
There's no guiding star I can see
And I would be lost by each wild tempest tossed
Oh, if I didn't know of a place we two can go ...

There's a little cabin in the sky, Mister
For me and for you
I feel that it's true somehow

Can't you see that cabin in the sky, Mister
An acre or two of heavenly blue to plow

We will be oh so gay
Eat fried chicken every day
As the angels go sailing by

And that is why my heart is flyin' high, Mister
'Cause I know we'll have a cabin in the sky

We will be oh so gay
Eat fried chicken every day
As the angels go sailing by

That is why my heart is flying high, baby
'Cause I know we'll have a cabin in the sky