Je T'aime
((English & Italian Versions: The "I Love You" Song (Charles Aznavour); Ti Amo (Charles Aznavour))
Composer(s): G. Bontempelli - Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



Je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime

Je t'aime
C'est à la fois bête et banal
Ça tient du roman du journal
Qu'on achète par habitude
C'est à la fois peu et beaucoup
- Je t'aime - et ça tient pas le coup
C'est désarmant de platitude
Ça crève de banalité
J'aurais pu dire: "Ma beauté"
Voici des feuilles et des branches
Quelqu'un d'autre l'a déjà dit
Je dis: "Je t'aime" vendredi
Et le répète le dimanche

Je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime

Je t'aime
Comme un prestidigitateur
Qui ne sortirait que l'as de coeur
Je dis: "Je t'aime" et puis je flanche
Je reste en rade et voilà tout
- Je t'aime - et c'est mon seul atout
Et je n'ai plus rien dans la manche
Ça devrait être suffisant
- Je t'aime - mais en le disant
On sent qu'il faudrait autre chose
Je t'aime ça se joue placé
Et quand Larousse l'a classé
C'était pas dans les pages roses

Je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime

Je t'aime
J'ai fouillé les anthologies
Et chaque soir à la bougie
Entre Hugo et Apollinaire
Je cherche les combinaisons
Pour inventer dans ma chanson
Un "Je t'aime" extraordinaire
Mais y a des imaginatifs
Qui tirent les mots par les tifs
Et pillent le vocabulaire
Il ne me reste qu'un chétif
"Je t'aime" et c'est définitif
Y a plus rien dans mon dictionnaire

On a beau faire tant et plus
On n'a rien fait de plus cucul
Et le monde tourne quand même
Tant pis, là je m'avoue vaincu
Maintenant que tout est foutu
Me reste qu'à dire : "Je t'aime"

Je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime
Je t'aime
Je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime
Je t'aime

C'était Une Histoire D'amour
Composer(s): Henri Contet - Jean Jal
Performer(s): Edith Piaf; Claude Normand



J'ai connu des jours magnifiques
L'amour était mon serviteur
La vie chantait comme un' musique
Et elle m'offrait des tas d'bonheurs
Mais j'en achetais sans compter 
J'avais mon cœur à dépenser

C'était un histoire d'amour
C'était comme un beau jour de fête
Plein de soleil et de guinguettes
Où le printemps m'faisait la cour
Mais quand le histoir's sont trop jolies
Ça ne peut pas durer toujours
C'était une histoire d'amour
Ma part de joie, ma part de rêve
Il a bien fallu qu'ell' s'achève
Pour me faire un chagrin d'amour

Et tant pis si mes nuits sont blanches
Tant pis pour moi si j'pleur' tout l'temps
C'est le chagrin qui prend sa r'vanche
Y a qu'le chagrin qui est content
Vraiment, il y a de quoi rire
J'ai l'impression d'vouloir mourir

C'était un histoire d'amour
C'était comme un beau jour de fête
Plein de soleil et de guinguettes
Où le printemps m'faisait la cour
Mais quand les histoir's son trop jolies
Ça ne peut pas durer toujours..
C'était une histoire d'amour
Dont rien désormais ne demeure
Il faut toujours que quelqu'un pleure
Pour faire une histoire d'amour

French Joana
French/Spanish Title: Joana Francesa
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Pedro Aznar



You laugh, you lie too much
You cry, you die too much
You have the tropics in your blood and on your skin
Moan from madness and torpor
It is already dawn, alright, alright, alright

Make me die of laughter
Talk to me of love
Dreams and lies, I know them both by heart
Moan from pleasure and dread
It is already dawn, awaken, awaken, awaken

Come, cry on my shoulder, I want to comfort you
Come, tender mulatto, dance in my arms
Come, child and tell me where your sun and coal are

Who cast a spell on me?
The sea, tide and boat
You carry the scent of cachaça and sweat
Moan from laziness and heat
It is already dawn, alright, alright, alright
Awaken, awaken, awaken
Alright, alright, alright

The Hut Sut Song 
Composer(s): Leo V. Killion - Ted McMichael - Jack Owens
Performer(s): Freddy Martin & His Orch.
and multiple other artists



Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, add a little brawla sooit

Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, add a little brawla, brawla too it
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, add a little brawla sooit
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, add a little brawla, brawla too it
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, add a little brawla sooit

Now the Rawlson is a Swedish town, the rillerah is a stream
The brawla is the boy and girl, the Hut-Sut is their dream

Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, add a little brawla, brawla too it
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, add a little brawla sooit
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, add a little brawla, brawla too it
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, add a little brawla sooit

In a town in Sweden by a stream so clear and cool
There sat a boy just a fishin' and a dreamin' when he should have been in school
Now, he couldn't read or write a single Swedish word but happiness he found
In a little Swedish song he heard here's the way he made it sound

Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, add a little brawla, brawla too it
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, add a little brawla sooit
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, add a little brawla, brawla too it
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, add a little brawla sooit

Now the girl played hooky from school that day, came down to the stream
She sat down beside the little Swedish boy and they began to dream

Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, and a brawla, brawla sooit
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, and a brawla sooit
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, add a little brawla, brawla too it
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, add a little brawla sooit

The brawla is the boy and girl, the Hut-Sut is their dream
The sooit is the teacher who caught them by the stream

Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, and a brawla, brawla sooit
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the Rillerah, and a brawla sooit

Now the boy and girl are back in school, shattered is their dream
The teacher planted poison oak all along the stream

It's a crazy kind of a song to belong to a boy and girl
In love with a beautiful dream
But they love to sing, swing all the live long day
Shood to soon shahoon la shoon da shoo shooga shoogan on the Rillerah

C'était Un Peu Leste
Performer(s): Georges Brassens



Et quand elle eut fini de coudre le linceul
Et de faire la sieste
La veuve a décidé de ne pas rester seule
C'était un peu leste
Et quand elle eut fini de couver ce dessein
Elle mit sa veste
Et vint frapper chez moi, son plus proche voisin
C'était un peu leste
Et quand elle eut fini la dernière bouchée
D'un repas modeste
Ell' dit: "Il se fait tard, c'est l'heur' de se coucher"
C'était un peu leste
Et quand elle eut fini de bassiner le lit
Alea jacta est(e)
Dans ses bras accueillants, j'étais enseveli
C'était un peu leste
Et quand elle eut fini d' me presser sur son cœur
De leurs voix célestes
Les anges d'alentour soupiraient tous en chœur
C'était un peu leste
Et quand elle eut fini d' reprendre ses esprits
Elle manifeste
La fâcheuse intention de m'avoir pour mari
C'était un peu leste
Et quand elle eut fini de tenir ces propos
Tonnerre de Brest(e)!
Je la flanquai dehors avec ses oripeaux
C'était un peu leste.
Et quand elle eut fini de dévaler l' perron
Et dit: "J' te déteste"
Elle se pendit au cou d'un troisième larron
C'était un peu leste
Et quand elle fut sortie de mon champ visuel
Parfumés d'un zeste
Je bus cinq à six coups, l'antidote usuel
C'était un peu leste
Et quand j'eus bien cuvé mon vin, je me suis dit
Regrettant mon geste
Que j'avais peut-être pas été des plus gentils
C'était un peu leste
Et quand ell' m'entendit fair' mon mea culpa
La petite peste
Me fit alors savoir qu'ell' ne m'en voulait pas
C'était un peu leste
Et quand à l'avenir ell' tomb'ra veuve encor
Son penchant funeste
Qu'elle vienne frapper chez moi dès la levée du corps
Sans d'mander son reste!

French Heels
Composer(s): Evans; Livingston
Performer(s): Debbie Reynolds



(Doo-doo-wah, aah, doo-doo-wah, aah)

All day long in my sloppy jeans
I just walk like a putz
But at night I put my French heels on
And a teenage girl grows up

(Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah)

All day long I let my shirt tail hang
As I go 'round about
But at night I put my French heels on
And a teenage girl steps out

(Oh, what a to do, oh, what a to do)

Hot rod cars and trips to the shore
Are marvellous, I suppose
But these years would be such a bore
Without a chance to pose in dress-up clothes

Growin' up takes a lot of time
And I can't wait for the fun
So at night I put my French heels on
And I pretend I'm twenty-one

(Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah)
(French, French heels)
(I said French, french heels)
(I said French, French heels)
What'd he say?, what'd he say?
(I said Wow!) Y-e-e-e-h!
(Oh, what a to do, oh, what a to do)

Hot rod cars and trips to the shore
Are marvellous, I suppose
But these years would be such a bore
Without a chance to pose in dress-up clothes

Growin' up takes a lot of time
And I can't wait for the fun
So at night I put my French heels on
And I pretend, pretend, pretend I'm twenty-one

(Doo-wah, doo-wah, doo-wah)

The Huron Indian Carol (aka 'Twas In The Moon Of Winter Time; Jesuous Ahatonhia)
Composer(s): Jean de Brebeuf - Jesse Edgar Middleton



'Twas in the moon of wintertime when all the birds had fled
That mighty Gitchi Manitou sent angel choirs instead
Before their light the stars grew dim and wondering hunters heard the hymn
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

Within a lodge of broken bark the tender babe was found
A ragged robe of rabbit skin enwrapped his beauty round
But as the hunter braves drew nigh the angel song rang loud and high
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

The earliest moon of wintertime is not so round and fair
As was the ring of glory on the helpless infant there
The chiefs from far before him knelt with gifts of fox and beaver pelt
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

O children of the forest free, O seed of Manitou
The holy Child of earth and heaven is born today for you
Come kneel before the radiant boy who brings you beauty peace and joy
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

'Twas in the moon of wintertime when all the birds had fled
That mighty Gitchi Manitou sent angel choirs instead
Before their light the stars grew dim and wondering hunters heard the hymn
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

Within a lodge of broken bark the tender babe was found
A ragged robe of rabbit skin enwrapped his beauty round
But as the hunter braves drew nigh the angel song rang loud and high
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

The earliest moon of wintertime is not so round and fair
As was the ring of glory on the helpless infant there
The chiefs from far before him knelt with gifts of fox and beaver pelt
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

O children of the forest free, O seed of Manitou
The holy Child of earth and heaven is born today for you
Come kneel before the radiant boy who brings you beauty peace and joy
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

C'était Un Jour De Fête
Composer(s): Edith Piaf - Marguerite Monnot
Performer(s): Edith Piaf; Jacques Metchen's Orch.; Orch. Marcel Louiguy



C'était un jour de fête
J'crois bien qu'c'était l'printemps
Ça m'a tourné la tête
J'venais d'avoir vingt ans
I' m'a dit qu'j'étais belle
Peut-être pour m'faire plaisir
M'a dit des ritournelles
Avec un beau sourire

I' m'en a donné des caresses
I' m'a fait tout plein de serments
Ce qu'il m'en a fait des promesses
Avant de dev'nir mon amant
I' m'en a donné des ivresses
M'a juré de m'aimer tout l'temps
Alors j'ai donné ma jeunesse
C'est comme ça qu'on perd ses vingt ans

On s'est mis en ménage
Dans le faubourg Saint-D'nis
Hôtel du Beau Rivage
Ça sentait bon Paris
C'est au sixième étage
Que j'ai connu l'amour
Vous parlez d'un voyage
Et quel joli séjour

I' m'en a donné des caresses
I' m'a fait tout plein de serments
Ce qu'il m'en a fait des promesses
Avant de dev'nir mon amant
I' m'en a donné des ivresses
M'a juré de m'aimer tout l'temps
Alors j'ai donné ma jeunesse
C'est comme ça qu'on perd ses vingt ans

Ces histoires là ça dure
Ce que ça doit durer
Ma petite aventure
Hélas est terminée
Fini le beau voyage
Me voici de retour
L'Hôtel du Beau Rivage
A gardé mes amours

I' m'en a donné des caresses
I' m'a fait tout plein de serments
Ce qu'il m'en a fait des promesses
Avant de dev'nir mon amant
I' m'en a donné des ivresses
M'a juré de m'aimer tout l'temps
Alors j'ai donné ma jeunesse
C'est comme ça qu'on perd ses vingt ans

Freightliner Fever
Composer(s): Truman Lankford
Performer(s): Boxcar Willie;
and various other artists



I drive a big freightliner 
an' I made my last payment today
An' I drive to all points outta New York City to L.A.
Well, that little woman smiles when I believe her
I'll soon be back, I got the fever
She's a believer
I got the freightliner fever

Now there's a railroad a-runnin' by a highway out in Santa Fe
An' I passed an old freight train makin' his run the other day
Merle Haggard said to his fireman, so pale
We're gonna blow the freight train off of the rails
He got the fever
He got the freightliner fever

Well, pierce that box, what you carryin' in that cigarette pack?
I said: "I got my second driver an' he's gonna drive her all the way back"
It's a big black pill, so round an' round
The driver's call it west coast turnaround
It's for the fever
The ol' freightliner fever

Well, I passed Red Sovine in the Wiggling, West Virginia
An' I passed Del Reeves in Shreeveport, Louisiana
Dick Curtis got hung up on a hill in Maine
I pulled him over with my forty-foot chain
He got the fever
He got the freightliner fever

I mean I passed everything from a Jimmy to a Greyhound bus
I'm gonna spend a few days on the coast at the end of my run
Old giddy-up, go an' a little bit of luck
Gonna pass Red Simpson and his runaway truck
He got the fever
He got the freightliner fever

Well, pierce that box, what you carryin' in that cigarette pack?
I said: "I got my second driver an' he's gonna drive her all the way back"
It's a big black pill, so long an' so round
To a driver, it's a west coast turnaround
It's for the fever
That ol' freightliner fever

Yeah, I pass 'em all out here on these old roads
All them ol' country boys
There's Kenny Rogers an' Charley Pride
Mel Tillis, Moe Bandy
Mickey Gilly, Boxcar Willie
Porter Wagoner, Johnny Russell
Eatin' up the freeway
Bill Anderson
Wow, there goes Dolly
Got two buses
Boy, I'd like to be her driver

The Hunting Song
Composer(s): Tom Lehrer
Performer(s): Tom Lehrer



Almost every day during the hunting season you see at least one item in the newspapers 
about somebody who has shot somebody else, under the impression that he was a deer with 
a red hat perhaps, maybe a large flesh-colored squirrel 
At any rate, it seems to me that this marks an encouraging new trend in the field of blood sports 
and deserves a new type of hunting song which I present herewith

I always will remember
'Twas a year ago November
I went out to hunt some deer
On a mornin' bright and clear
I went and shot the maximum the game laws would allow
Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a cow

I was in no mood to trifle
I took down my trusty rifle
And went out to stalk my prey
What a haul I made that day
I tied them to my fender, and I drove them home somehow
Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a cow

The law was very firm, it
Took away my permit
The worst punishment I ever endured
It turned out there was a reason
Cows were out of season
And one of the hunters wasn't insured

People ask me how I do it
And I say, "There's nothin' to it
You just stand there lookin' cute
And when something moves, you shoot!"
And there's ten stuffed heads in my trophy room right now
Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a pure-bred Guernsey cow 

C'était Toi (You Were The One)
Composer(s): Billy Joel
Performer(s): Billy Joel



Here I am again
In this smoky place
With my brandy eyes
I'm talking to myself
You were the one
You were the one

Here I go again
Looking for your face
And I realize
That I should look for someone else
But you were the one
You were the one

I'm looking for comfort
That I can take
From someone else
But after all
I know there is no one
That can save me from myself
You were the only one

Me revoici
Dans ce bar enfume
Avec mes yeux iures
Je me parle a moi meme
C'etait toi
C'etait toi

Me revoici
Cherchant ton visage
Et je realise
Que je devrais en chercher une autre
C'etait toi
You were the one

Je recherche l'affection
Qu'une autre pourrait me donner
Mais apres tout
Je sais qu'il n'y a personne
Personne qui puisse me sauver
Tu etais la seule

I'm looking for comfort
That I can take
From someone else
But after al
I know there is no one
That can save me, save me from myself
You were the only one

Freight Train Blues
Composer(s): Mississippi Fred McDowell
Performer(s): Bob Dylan



I was born in Dixie in a boomer's shack
Just a little shanty by the railroad track
Freight train was it taught me how to cry
The holler of the driver was my lullaby
I've got the freight train blues (hee, hee, hoo)
Oh, lawdy mama got em on the bottom of my ramblin' shoes

And when the whistle blows, I gotta go
Baby don't you know
It looks like I'm never gonna lose
The freight train blues

Well, my daddy was a fireman and my mama hear
She was the only daughter of the engineer
My sweetheart loved the brakeman and that ain't no joke
Its a shame the way she keeps a good man broke
I got the freight train blues (hee, hee, hoo)
Oh, lawdy I got em in the bottom of my ramblin' shoes

And when the whistle blows, I gotta go
Oh mama don't you know
Well it looks like I'm never gonna lose
The freight train blues

Well, the only thing that makes you laugh again
Is a south bound whistle on a south bound train
Every place I want to go
I never can go because you know
Because I got the freight train blues (hee, hee, hoo)
Oh, lawdy mama, got em on the bottom of my ramblin' shoes

The Hunting Song
Performer(s): The Pentangle



As I did travel all on a journey
Over the wayside and under a dark moon
Hanging above a mountain

I spied a young man riding a fine horse
Chasing a white hart and all through the woodland
Head of a hunting party

And there followed after ten kings and queens
Laughing and joking, the white hart they'd seen
Bloodied running into the bushes

I plume to his helmet, a quiver and a bow
There's nowhere to run now, there's no place to go
The hunt is cast and ready

Still farther I journeyed through the hills and the valleys
Until upon the verge of despair I sat and rested
And there did pass a princely knight poursuite by a lady
And this she did say

"Oh may I ask you kind sir where you are going?
And pray tell unto me sir why you do hurry
Strange that I should meet you here, come sit by me

"I have here a magic horn to deliver
And one drop from this silver and gold horn I hold, sir
Shall prove all to be false, lovers beware!"

"The gift that you bear for your brother the king
I gladly would carry to the banquet this even'
What fair sport this would be for the maidens at court"

Wearily I crossed the stream to the castle
Where I found shelter from the cold wintry wind
And food did I have and plenty
But the Lord and Lady seemed so sad
For these words they did say unto each other

"My good lord, all off to war in thy armor
Leaving me here alone to weep and to worry
Take care lest misadventure
Shall overcome thy kindly heart
My good lord, all off to war in thy armor"

"My lady, you have no need for to worry
I'll return victorious and true unto thee
Take care, lest misadventure
Shall stain your heart and lead to woe
My fair lady you have no need for to worry"

... la la la...

While underneath the spreading oak a knight with white device
Upon a shield of black, and deep in grief and sorrow sings
His unrequited love

"Young noblewoman riding by, pray tell me have you seen
Queen Azelda the fairest maid, in company she rides
For I swear to have revenge"

A thousand days have come and passed, the Lord returns this night
The victor from the bloody wars proven his fearsome might
As ever he would claim

But fate has played its wanton game, the circle come full turn
The magic horn has done its work, cried "Falseness is found out!"
The sorrowed quest is over

C'était Pas Moi
Composer(s): Robert Gall - Francis Laï
Performer(s): Edith Piaf



Dans sa prison, il a pleuré
S'est révolté, s'est résigné
Et d'une voix désespérée
Il ne cessait de répéter

"C'était pas moi qui, ce jour-là, passait par là
C'était pas moi!
C'était pas moi qui avais fait ça, cette histoire-là
Ce n'est pas moi!

Mais je n'ai pas su m'expliquer
Cet homme trouvé dans le fossé
J'ai beau crier mon innocence
Dans ma prison
J'ai beau crier dans le silence 
Non, non, et non!

Je reste là depuis des mois
Et j'attends là ce qu'on fera de moi...

Oui, je l'aimais
Cette femme pour qui
On a trouvé
Cet homme tué...
Oui, je l'aimais
J'en étais fou
Et très jaloux
Mais c'est pas vrai!...

Coïncidence?
Manque de chance?
C'était pas moi!
C'était pas moi!

J'ai beau crier dans le silence
De ma prison
J'ais beau crier mon innocence
Non, non, et non!

Je reste là depuis des mois
Et j'attends là ce qu'on fera de moi...

Et face au ciel
Mon seul témoin
Tendant les mains
Je veux crier 
Ce n'est pas moi!
Ce n'est pas moi!
Ce n'est pas moi!
Ce n'est pas moi!"

Freight Train
Composer(s): Libba Cotten
Performer(s): Chas McDevitt;
and various other artists



Freight train, freight train, going so fast
Freight train, freight train, going so fast
Please don't tell what train I'm on
So they won't know where I'm gone.

Freight train, freight train, going round the bend
Freight train, freight train, gone again
One of these days turn that train around
Go back to my home town

Freight train, freight train, going so fast
Freight train, freight train, going so fast
Please don't tell what train I'm on
So they won't know where I'm gone

One more place I'd like to be
One more place I'd love to see
To watch those old Blue Ridge Mountain climb
While I ride old Number Nine

Freight train, freight train, going so fast
Freight train, freight train, going so fast
Please don't tell what train I'm on
So they won't know where I'm gone

When I die please bury me deep
Down at the end of Chestnut Street
So I can hear old Number Nine
As she goes rolling by

Freight train, freight train, going so fast
Freight train, freight train, going so fast
Please don't tell what train I'm on
So they won't know where I'm gone

When I'm dead and in my grave 
No more good times here I'll crave 
Place the stones at my head and feet 
And tell them I've gone to sleep

Freight train, freight train, going so fast
Freight train, freight train, going so fast
Please don't tell what train I'm on
So they won't know where I'm gone

Please don't tell what train I'm on
So they won't know where I'm gone

The Hunters Of Kentucky
Composer(s): Samuel Woodworth
Performer(s): Noah M. Ludlow



Ye gentlemen and ladies fair
Who grace this famous city
Just listen if you've time to spare
While I rehearse a ditty
And for the opportunity
Conceive yourself quite lucky
For 'tis not often here you see
A hunter from Kentucky

Oh, Kentucky 
The hunters of Kentucky
Oh, Kentucky 
The hunters of Kentucky

You've heard, I s'pose, how New Orleans
Is famed for wealth and beauty
There's girls of ev'ry hue it seems
From snowy white to sooty
So Pakenham he made his brags
If he in fight was lucky
He'd have their girls and cotton bags
In spite of old Kentucky

Oh, Kentucky 
The hunters of Kentucky
Oh, Kentucky 
The hunters of Kentucky

But Jackson, he was wide awake
And was not scared of trifles
For well he knew what aim we take
With our Kentucky rifles
He led us down to Cypress Swamp
The ground was low and mucky
There stood John Bull in pomp
And here was old Kentucky

Oh, Kentucky 
The hunters of Kentucky
Oh, Kentucky 
The hunters of Kentucky

A bank was rais'd to hide our breast
Not that we thought of dying
But the we always like to rest
Unless the game is flying
Behind it stood our little force
None wished it to be greater
For ev'ry man was half a horse
And half an alligator

Oh, Kentucky 
The hunters of Kentucky
Oh, Kentucky 
The hunters of Kentucky

They found, at last, 'twas vain to fight
Where lead was all the booty
And so they wisely took to flight
And left us all our beauty
And now, if danger e'er annoys
Remember what our trade is
Just send for us Kentucky boys
And we'll protect ye, ladies

Oh, Kentucky 
The hunters of Kentucky
Oh, Kentucky 
The hunters of Kentucky 

C'était Pas La Peine
Composer(s): Michel Jourdan - Noam Kaniel
Performer(s): Mireille Mathieu



C'était pas la peine, c'était pas la peine
de m'envoyer jour après jour
des roses avec des mots d'amour
C"était pas la peine, c'était pas la peine
de me faire cette mise en scène
et de me dire: "je t'aime.. Je t'aime"

Fallait pas tu sais te croire obligé
de me jurer, des larmes aux yeux
que ta lumière c'était nous deux
Je serais tombée de moins haut, tu sais
aujourd'hui nous serions quittes
en nous souhaitant "bonne chance" pour la suite...

Y fallait pas m'entraîner si loin que ça
j'ai marché, tu vois
j'ai cru en ton cinéma
Tu disais qu'toi et moi ça n'en finirait pas
tu me serrais fort dans tes bras
et tu n'as plus rien à me dire déjà

C'était pas la peine, c'était pas la peine
de me donner tant d'illusion
et même la clé de ta maison
Tout ça n'a servi qu'à briser ma vie
de nous deux, chez toi ne reste
que nos prénoms sur une boîte aux lettres

Y fallait pas m'entraîner si loin que ça
j'ai marché, tu vois
j'ai cru en ton cinéma
à ta mise en scène
mes étoiles s'éteignent
c'était pas la peine, c'était pas la peine
de me dire je t'aime, c'était pas la peine

Freeze Frame
Composer(s): Seth Justman; Peter Wolf
Performer(s): J. Geils Band;
and various other artists



I could see it was a rough-cut Tuesday
Slow-motion weekdays stare me down
Her lipstick reflex got me wound
There were no defects to be found
Snapshot image froze without a sound
Thursday morning was a hot flash-factor
Her face still focused in my mind
Test-strip proof-sheet love is hard to find
Friday night we'll dance the spotlight grind
Stop-time heart for me if she's not mine
Chorus:
Freeze-Frame!
Freeze-Frame!
Freeze-Frame!
Freeze-Frame!
Now Freeze!
Now I'm lookin at a flashback Sunday
Zoom lens feelings just won't disappear
Close-up darkroom sweet-talk in my ear
Her hot-spot love for me is strong
This freeze-frame moment can't be wrong
Chorus

The Hunter Gets Captured By The Game
Composer(s): Smokey Robinson
First release by: The Marvelettes - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists



Everyday things change
And the world puts on a new face
Certain things re-arrange
And this old world seems like a new place

Secretly I've been trailing you
Like the fox that preys on the rabbit
I had to get you and so I knew
I had to learn your ways and habits

Ooh, you were the catch that I was after
But I looked up and I was in your arms
And I, I had been captured

What's this old world coming to
Things just ain't the same
Any time the hunter gets captured by the game

I had laid such a tender trap
Hoping that you might fall into it
Your love hit me like a sudden snap
One kiss and then I knew it

Ooh, my plan didnt work out
Like I thought
'Cause I'd laid my trap for you
But it seems that I got caught

What's this old world coming to
Things just ain't the same
Any time the hunter gets captured by the game

C'était Mon Copain
Composer(s): Louis Amade - Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud; Les Compagnons de la Chanson; Petits Chanteurs De Saint Laurent Orch.



J'avais un seul ami
Et on me l'a tué
Il était plus que lui
Il était un peu moi
Je crois qu'en le tuant
On m'a aussi tué
Et je pleure la nuit
Mais on ne le sait pas

C'était mon copain
C'était mon ami
Pauvre vieux copain
De mon humble pays
Je revois son visage
Au regard généreux
Nous avions le même âge
Et nous étions heureux

Ami, mon pauvre ami
Reverrai-je jamais
Ton sourire gentil
Parmi l'immensité?

C'était mon copain
C'était mon ami
J'écoute la ballade
De la Mort, de la Vie
Le vent de la frontière
Veut consoler mes pleurs
Mais l'eau de la rivière
A d'étranges couleurs

Cependant dans les bois
Un mystérieux concert
M'a dit qu'il faut garder
L'espoir à tout jamais
Car ceux qui ont bâti
Ensemble un univers
Se retrouveront tous
Puisqu'ils l'ont mérité

O mon vieux camarade
Mon copain, mon ami
Parmi les terres froides
Je te parle la nuit
Et ton pesant silence
Est un mal si cruel
Que j'entends ta présence
Parfois au fond du ciel