These Arms Of Mine
Composer(s): Otis Redding
First release by: Otis Redding - 1962
Covered by multiple other artists



These arms of mine
They are lonely
Lonely and feeling blue
These arms of mine
They are yearning
Yearning for mortiying you
And if you
Would let them
Hold you Oh how grateful I will be
These arms of mine
They are burning
Burning for mortiying you
These arms of mine
They are wanting
Wanting to hold you
And if you
Would let them hold you
Ohh how grateful I will be
Come on, come on baby
Just be my little woman (yeah)
Just be my lover I need somebody
(Somebody to treat me right)
(Ohh) I need your warm loving arms to hold me tight
And I need you tender lips too
Hold me, hold me 

Cotton Mill Man
Composer(s): Joe Langston
Performer(s): Jim & Jesse



I was born in the shadow
Of a cotton mill smoke stack
Down in Alabama's bottom land
Where my grand pappy broke his back
Pullin' on a cotton sack
To raise my pa to be a cotton mill man

I've got lots of memories
Government commodities
Probably need payment again

While the boss man on the hill
Bought his stake and then the field
Called up on to clean his mill
The cotton mill man

Lord don't let my son grow up
To be a sweaty cotton mill man

I grew up in the gloom
Of a cotton mill weave room
With weaver's gluin' calluses
All over my hands

I didn't have a honeymoon
I couldn't leave my cotton loom
I swore my son would never
Be a cotton mill man

I watched my woman cry
When our baby daughter died
Why the doctor never came
We lacked the money but the fame
And I cussed the day
I became a cotton mill man

Lord, don't let my son grow up
To be a sweaty cotton mill man

The company taught us all the rules
On how to work with spinnin' spools
So the bosses son could drive a big black sedan
The company owned the houses
And the company owned the grammar school
You'll never see an educated cotton mill man

They figure you don't need to learn
Anything without you earn
The money that you pay a phone ammends
To the general store they own
Or else they'll take away your home
And give it to some other only cotton mill man

Lord, don't let my son grow up
To be a sweaty cotton mill man

Lord, don't let my son grow up
To be a sweaty cotton mill man

Jack The Ripper
Composer(s): Bob Haggenbush;
Simmonds; Charles Stacey; Clarence Stacey
Performer(s): Screaming Lord Sutch



Ah-ha-ha, aaah!
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
There's a man who walks the streets of London late at night
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
With a little black bag that's oh-so tight
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
He's got a big black cloak hangin' down his back
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
That's one big cat I just hate to fight
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
When he walks down the streets
Every girl he meets he says; is you name Mary Kelly?
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper

When she walks down the streets, he's never far behind
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
With his little black bag and his one track mind
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
Well, he really catches up when the lights go down
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
'Cause that's the time he starts his dirty chop-around
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
When he walks down the streets
Every girl he meets he says; is you name Mary Kelly?
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper

Scotland Yard will never catch him, he's too clever
He's much too clever
But if they do, man they'll catch: The Ripper!
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
Well, the streets of London kinda never safe
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
Whenever Jack The Ripper shows his face
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
So, you pretty little girlies, take a-my advice
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
And don't walk the streets of London late at night
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
When he walks down the streets
Every girl he meets he says; is you name Mary Kelly?
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
The Ripper, Jack The Ripper

Oh yes, Mary! Where are you Mary?
I'm after you Mary, ha-ha-ha
With my knife Mary!
Ah-ah, sure, ah-ha-ha-ha-ha
Where are you?
Ha-ha-ha
Aaaah!

These Are The Things I Love
Composer(s): Harold Barlow - Lewis Harris
Performer(s): Della Reese; Dizzy Gillespie; Sam Butera



The glow of sunset in the summer skies
The golden flicker of the fireflies 
The gleam of lovelight in your loving eyes
These are the things I love

A silver moonbeam peeping through the trees
A bed of tulips nodding in the breeze
The look you give in answer to my pleas
These are the things I love

Once I thought that life was just a winter thing
My heart was cold, and then
You came to me and like a breath of spring
You turned the silver snow to gold!

A robin's serenade when day is through
A bubbling brook beside our rendez-vous
Your sweet voice whisp'ring darling, I love you
These are the things I love

Cotton Jenny
Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot
Performer(s): Anne Murray
and multiple other artists



There's a house on a hill
By a worn down weathered old mill
In a valley below where the river winds
There's no such thing as bad times

And a soft southern flame, oh Cotton Jenny's her name
And she wakes him up when the sun goes down
And the wheel of love goes round
Wheels of love go round, love go round
Love go round, a joyful sound

He ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend
But then the wheels go round

When the new day begins, he goes down to the cotton gin
And he makes his time worth while to then
Then he climbs back up again
And she waits by the door, oh Cotton Jenny he's sore
And she rubs his feet while the sun goes down
And the wheel of love goes round
Wheels of love go round, love go round
Love go round, a joyful sound

He ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend
But then the wheels go round
Wheels of love go round, love go round
Love go round, a joyful sound

He ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend
But then the wheels go round
Wheels go round
Wheels go round
Love go round
Love go round
Love go round

Jack The Ripper
Composer(s): Anders Melander; Peter Wahlqvist
Performer(s): Nationalteatern



Det är nån som våldtar din mamma 
på storvaruhusets golv 
det är nån som kidnappar små små barn 
och torterar dem med tuggummivåld 

Han slipar sin kniv 
sen tar han ditt liv 

Jack Ripper, Jack the Ripper 
det går en mördare lös 
Jack Ripper, Jack the Ripper 
vem vågar vittna när blodet frös 

Han sliter hjärtat ur bröstet 
på en ensam pensionär
han sätter en sil i en trasig själ
som förslavas av sitt eget begär
han smyger omkring på fabriken
och lemlästar din kropp
han hackar din hjärna i små små bitar
och krossar ditt sista hopp

Han slipar sin kniv
sen tar han ditt liv

Jack Ripper, Jack the Ripper, 
det går en mördare lös........ 

I besvikelsens iskalla tystnad 
han håller oss i sin hand 
förgiftar vårt blod med lystnad 
att långsamt förgöra varann 

Jack Ripper, Jack the Ripper..... 

Jack Ripper, Jack the Ripper.....

These Are Not My People
Composer(s): Joe South
Performer(s): Joe South
and multiple other artists



Well, your momma and your poppa sent ya to the finest school
Never let it be said that their little darlin was a fool
With a credit card and your good name
You were drawn like a moth to a flame
To the people of the night where you more or less lost your cool

It's been a gas but I'm gonna have to pass

These are not my people no
These are not my people 
And it looks like the end my friend
Gotta get in the wind my friend

Well you find yourself naked in the world with no place to hide
And you felt for the pulse of you're god and he had died
Now you're rebels that have got no cause
Lord, you're tigers that have got no claws
Well they promised you the world on a string but you know they lied

Oh, you said you'd be back in a black Cadillac limousine
But you know I'm inclined to think it's not the kind you mean
'Cause when you fall down from off your cloud
And you're just another face in the crowd
There gonna throw you away like last week's magazine

Cotton Fields
Composer(s): Leadbelly
First recording by: Leadbelly - 1941
Covered by multiple other artists



When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home

It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home

Oh when them cotton bolls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton
In them old cotton fields back home

It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home

When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home

It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home

Oh when them cotton bolls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton
In them old cotton fields back home

It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home

When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home

It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
In them old cotton fields back home

Jack Of Speed
Composer(s): Walter Becker; Donald Fagen
Performer(s): Steely Dan; Phil Upchurch



Teddy's rolling now most every night
Skatin' backwards at the speed of light
He's changed - in a thousand little ways
He's changed - yes indeed
You know he's movin' on metal, yes he's
Hanging tight with the Jack of Speed

Sheena's party - there's a case in point
That right-wing hooey sure stunk up the joint
He's gone - he walks through the old routines
But he's gone - guaranteed
He may be sittin' in the kitchen, but he's
Steppin' out with the Jack of Speed

You maybe got lucky for a few good years
But there's no way back from there to here
He's a one way rider
On the shriek express
And his new best friend is at the throttle more or less

He can't hear you honey - that's alright
Pack some things and head up into the light
Don't stop - he'll be callin' out your name
But don't stop when you hear him plead
You better move now little darlin' or you'll be
Trading fours with the Jack of Speed

There's Yes! Yes! In Your Eyes
Composer(s): Lester Santly - Cliff Friend
Performer(s): Paul Whiteman & His Orch. - 1924
and multiple other artists



You fooled me, dear, now for a year
My heart you tantalize
But without a doubt, I have found out
The secret in your eyes

Your lips tell me no, no
But there's yes, yes in your eyes
I've been missin' your kissin'
Just because I wasn't wise
I'll stop my scheming and dreaming
'Cos I realize
Your lips tell me no, no
But there's yes, yes in your eyes

I never knew just what to do
You had me fooled somehow
You made me guess, but I confess
I know your secret now

Your lips tell me no, no
But there's yes, yes in your eyes
I've been missin' your kissin'
Just because I wasn't wise
I'll stop my scheming and dreaming
'Cos I realize
Your lips tell me no, no
But there's yes, yes in your eyes

Cotton-Eyed Joe
(Traditional)
First recording and first release by: Dyke's Magic City Trio - 1927
Covered by multiple other artists



Don't you remember, don't you know
Don't you remember Cotton-eyed Joe?
Cotton-eyed Joe, Cotton-eyed Joe
What did make you treat me so?
I'd 'a' been married forty year ago
Ef it had n't a-been for Cotton-eyed Joe!

Cotton-eyed Joe, Cotton-eyed Joe
He was de man dat sarved me so
Tuck my gal away fum me
Carried her off to Tennessee
I'd 'a' been married forty year ago
Ef it had n't a-been for Cotton-eyed Joe!

His teeth was out an' his nose was flat
His eyes was crossed, - but she did n't mind dat
Kase he was tall, and berry slim
An' so my gal she follered him
I'd 'a' been married forty year ago
Ef it had n't a-been for Cotton-eyed Joe!

She was de prettiest gal to be found
Anywhar in de country round
Her lips was red an' her eyes was bright
Her skin was black but her teeth was white
I'd 'a' been married forty year ago
Ef it had n't a-been for Cotton-eyed Joe!

Dat gal, she sho' had all my love
An' swore fum me she'd never move
But Joe hoodooed her, don't you see
An' she run off wid him to Tennessee
I'd 'a' been married forty year ago
Ef it had n't a-been for Cotton-eyed Joe!

Jack Of Many Trades
Performer(s): Stompin' Tom Connors



Down in the Manpower office I was lookin' for work
When along comes a fellah in a big white shirt
He said "You'll have to state your occupation, Son"
He broke the lead of his pencil when I said "Which one?"

I'm the Jack of many trades
I took a hundred school grades
I wore out more axe blades
Hammers, picks and dolls teeth
I'm the Jack of many trades
I'm a master of 'em all

I'm a Fisherman, a Fireman, Repairman, a Cowboy
Roof Thatcher, Dog Catcher, Paymaster, Bellboy
Giant Killer, Diamond Driller, Pig Swiller, Milkman
Gas Pumper, Coal Dumper, Bounty Hunter, Bakerman
Surveyor, Bricklayer, Hockey Player, DeeJay
High Rigger, Grave Digger, Cotton Picker, Chess Player

I'm the Jack of many trades
I took a hundred school grades
I wore out more axe blades
Hammers, picks and dolls teeth
I'm the Jack of many trades
I'm a master of 'em all

I'm a Farmer, Snake Charmer, Doctor, a Lawyer
Muleskinner, Catskinner, Poker Player, Sawyer
Floor Sweeper, Meter Reader, Miner, Bum and Roamer
Moss Ligger, Ticker Tacker, Lumberjack, Astronomer
Blood Donor, Matador, Stevedore, Gunslinger
Pub Singer, Bell Ringer, Bookmaker, Dry Cleaner

I'm the Jack of many trades
I took a hundred school grades
I wore out more axe blades
Hammers, picks and dolls teeth
I'm the Jack of many trades
I'm a master of 'em all

I'm a Blacksmith, Junkman, Factory Worker, Lawman
Bus Driver, Cab Driver, Truck Driver, Weatherman
Squid Jigger, Babysitter, Carpenter, Psychiatrist
Body Man, Serviceman, Tailor, Archaeologist
Homemaker, Lawbreaker, Leaf Raker, Paperboy
A Busboy, a Water Boy, Black Boy, Loverboy

I'm the Jack of many trades
I took a hundred school grades
I wore out more axe blades
Hammers, picks and dolls teeth
I'm the Jack of many trades
I'm a master of 'em all

I'm an Oil Man, Train Man, a Garbage Collector
Mechanic, Professor, Teacher, Movie Director
Shoemaker, Cocainer, Bartender, Veterinary
Plumber, Tobacco Man, Barber and Plate Setter
Recorder, Salesman, Postman, Jailerman
Storeman, Butcher Man, Hydro Man, Potato Man

I'm the Jack of many trades
I took a hundred school grades
I wore out more axe blades
Hammers, picks and dolls teeth
I'm the Jack of many trades
I'm a master of 'em all

And if you have a job around, Sir
I'd be the man to call, Sir
I'd be the man to call

There's Two Sides To Every Story
Composer(s): Fred Rose
Performer(s): Bob Wills



There's two sides to every story
Someday you'll have to listen to mine
For the time being, it's yours...
I'm getting the blame for our parting
And somehow there's nothing to do
There's two sides to ev'ry story
They're all taking sides with you
A rumour's around that I hurt you
And you know that just couldn't be
There's two sides to ev'ry story
But nobody listens to me
You told him that I didn't want you
That I caused your poor heart to pine
There's two sides to ev'ry story
And someday they'll have to hear mine

Cotton Blossom 
Composer(s): Oscar Hammerstein II; Jerome Kern



(Stevedores) 
Here we all work on de Mississippi
Here we all work while de white folks play
Loading up boots with de bales of cotton
Getting no rest till de Judgement Day

(Gals) 
Drop that bale and have some fun! 
There's a lot o' loving on de levee for you 
Y' work all day, y' get no fun 
We know something better for a fellow to do! 

(Stevedores and Gals) 
Here we all work on de Mississippi 
Here we all work while de white folks play 
Loading up boats with de bales of cotton 
Getting no rest till de Judgement Day

(Stevedores) 
Cotton Blossom, Cotton Blossom
Love to see you growing free
When they pack you on de levee 
You're a heavy load to me! 

(Stevedores and Gals) 
Cotton Blossom, Cotton Blossom
Love to see you growing wild 
On de levee, you're too heavy 
For this poor old child! 

(Beaux) 
What a pretty bevy! 
Ah, there! Ah, there! 
The fairest of the fair! 
To Southern beauty 
Every beau must bow! 

(Mincing Misses) 
How you love to flatter
You rogues! You rogues! 
Oh, goodness gracious! 
They're so flirtatious! 

You naughty fellows 
Seem to think you please us 
When you tease us so 
You're a reckless 
Lot we know! 

(Beaux) 
Little women, don't be timorous! 
You will find, acting thus 
Only makes a man more bold! 
These are not the days of old! 

See! The Show Boat
That's old Captain Andy's "Cotton Blossom" 
Will you go? 
Let me take you to the show! 

(Mincing Misses) 
'Twill be delightful 
But to rightfully accept, I have to make mama 
Get permission from papa! 

(Beaux and Misses) 
Captain Andy has gathered a troupe 
In the grandest of drammers and jolly comedies
Stephen Baker, the handsomest leading man
And beautiful Julie Laverne as well! 

(Beaux) 
Cotton Blossom, Cotton Blossom 
Captain Andy's Floating Show! 
Thrills and laughter 
Concert after 
Everybody's sure to go! 

(Beaux and Misses) 
Cotton Blossom, Cotton Blossom 
Captain Andy's Floating Show! 
Thrills and laughter 
Concert after 
Get your girl and go! 
So get your girl and go!

Jack O' Diamonds
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Lonnie Donegan;
and various other artists



Jack o' Diamonds
Jack o' Diamonds
Jack o' Diamonds is a hard card to find

When you play the game of life
You've got trouble, you've got strife
Jack of Diamonds is a hard card to find
Life is like a game of cards
But it's very, very hard
Jack of Diamonds is a hard card to find

Jack of Diamonds
Jack of Diamonds
Diamonds is a hard card to find
Jack of Diamonds
Jack of Diamonds
Diamonds is a hard card to find

Met a girl and lost my heart
Lack of money made us part
Jack of Diamonds is a hard card to find
She said, "Life is just a bet
But I've never won it yet"
Jack of Diamonds is a hard card to find

Jack of Diamonds
Jack of Diamonds
Diamonds is a hard card to find
Jack of Diamonds
Jack of Diamonds
Diamonds is a hard card to find

Dig it up, Jimmy
Yes, Lord

Jack o' Diamonds
Jack o' Diamonds
Diamonds is a hard card to find, woo-hoo
Jack o' Diamonds
Jack o' Diamonds
Diamonds is a hard card to find

So if you throw a Diamond Jack
You will never once look back
Jack o' Diamonds is a hard card to find
You'll have luck, you'll have wealth
But you may not have your health
Jack o' Diamonds is a hard card to find

Jack O' Diamonds
Jack O' Diamonds
Diamonds is a hard card to find
Jack O' Diamonds
Jack O' Diamonds
Diamonds is a hard card to find

Dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dah
But I know you're there tonight
Jack of Diamonds ain't a hard card to find
But it's really where you look
??? a high deal nerve
Jack of Diamonds is a hard card to find

Jack o' Diamonds
Jack o' Diamonds
Diamonds is a hard card to find
Jack o' Diamonds
Jack o' Diamonds
Diamonds is a hard card to find
Diamonds is a hard card to find

There's Something Wrong With The Weather 
Performer(s): Billy Cotton & His Band (vocals Alan Breeze)



There’s something wrong with the weather
Now we’re no longer together
It’s always raining now, sweetheart
Ever since you went away
Sunny skies are always grey
I can’t believe it’s true that we would ever part
There’s something wrong when I’m walking
The friends we knew now are talking
It’s plain for all the world to see
I know I’ve made a foolish blunder
And without you can you wonder?
It’s always raining now, sweetheart

Cotidiano
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto



Cada día ella siempre hace todo igual
me depierta a las seis, antes que el sol
me sonríe con sonrisa puntual 
y me besa con boca de mentol
Todo el día ella dice: "Te has de cuidar"
cosas que dice siempre una mujer, dice 
que está esperándome a almorzar
y me besa con boca de café
Todo el día yo pienso en poder parar
al mediodía pienso en decir: "no"
luego pienso en la vida y continuar 
y me callo con boca de "Margot"
En la tarde, a las seis, era de esperar
ella viene y me espera en el portón
dice estar como loca por besar 
y me besa con boca de pasión
Cada noche me pide a su lado estar
medianoche y me jura eterno amor
y me aprieta hasta hacerme sofocar
y me besa con boca de pavor
Cada día ella hace todo igual
me despierta antes que el sol 
me sonríe con sonrisa puntual 
y me besa con labios de mentol
Cada día ella siempre hace todo igual

Jack O' Diamonds
Composer(s): Ben Carruthers; Bob Dylan
Performer(s): Fairport Convention



Jack O'Diamonds, on the move

Jack O'Diamonds, one-eyed knave
On the move, hits the street
Bumps his head, on the ground
Well, he's a scout, you're born to lose
Shouldn't stay

Jack O'Diamonds is a hard card to play

Jack O'Diamonds, yeah Jack O'Diamonds
This one-eyed prince, wears a single love
Oh sure, he's not that lovely
Jack O'Diamonds broke my hand
Left me here to stand

Jack O'Diamonds is a hard card to land

Jack O'Diamonds is a hard card 
Jack O'Diamonds is a high card 
Jack O'Diamonds is a hard card 
But it ain't hard enough

Jack O'Diamonds can open for riches
Jack O'Diamonds but then it switches
Colour by picture but it's only a ten

Jack O'Diamonds, yeah Jack O'Diamonds

Jack O'Diamonds is a hard card to play

Jack O'Diamonds, yeah Jack O'Diamonds
This one-eyed prince, wears a single love
Oh sure, he's not that lovely
Jack O'Diamonds broke my hand
Left me here to stand

Jack O'Diamonds is a hard card to play

Jack O'Diamonds is a hard card 
Jack O'Diamonds is a high card 
Jack O'Diamonds is a hard card 
But it ain't hard enough

Jack O'Diamonds can open for riches
Jack O'Diamonds but then it switches
Colour by picture but it's only a ten
Jack O'Diamonds

Only So Much Oil On The Ground
Performer(s): Tower of Power



There's only so much oil on the ground
Sooner or later there won't be much around
Tell that to your kids while you driving downtown
That there's only so much oil on the ground

Can't cut loose without that juice
Can't cut loose without that juice
If we keep on like we doing things for sure
Will not be cool - It's a fact
We just ai't got sufficient fuel

There's only so much oil in the ground
Sooner or later there won't be none around
Alternate sources of power must be found
Cause there's only so much oil in the ground

There's only so much oil in the earth
It's a fact of life - for what it's worth
Something every little boy and girl should know since birth
That there's only so much oil in the ground

There's no excuse for our abuse
No excuse for our abuse
We just assume that we will not
Exceed the oil supply
But soon enough the world will watch the wells run dry

Cotidiano
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
and multiple other artists



Todo dia ela faz tudo sempre igual
Me sacode às seis horas da manhã
Me sorri um sorriso pontual
E me beija com a boca de hortelã

Todo dia ela diz que é pra eu me cuidar
E essas coisas que diz toda mulher
Diz que está me esperando pro jantar
E me beija com a boca de café

Todo dia eu só penso em poder parar
Meio-dia eu só penso em dizer não
Depois penso na vida pra levar
E me calo com a boca de feijão

Seis da tarde como era de se esperar
Ela pega e me espera no portão
Diz que está muito louca pra beijar
E me beija com a boca de paixão

Toda noite ela diz pra eu não me afastar
Meia-noite ela jura eterno amor
E me aperta pra eu quase sufocar
E me morde com a boca de pavor

Todo dia ela faz tudo sempre igual
Me sacode às seis horas da manhã
Me sorri um sorriso pontual
E me beija com a boca de hortelã