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  • 25-06-1977
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.These Boots Are Made For Walkin'
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    These Boots Are Made For Walkin' ((aka One Of These Days (Operation Ivy) - 1989; This Body (Belgian Asociality) - 1994))
    Composer(s): Lee Hazlewood
    First release by: Nancy Sinatra - 1966
    Covered by multiple other artists

    Versions In Other Languages:
    1966 - Ces Bottes Sont Faites Pour Marcher (Eileen)
    1967 - Stivaletti Rossi (Dalida)
    1984 - Bisogna Far Qualcosa (Adriano Celentano)



    You keep saying you got something for me
    Something you call love but confess
    You've been a'messin' where you shouldn't 've been a'messin'
    And now someone else is getting all your best
    Well, these boots are made for walkin', and that's just what they'll do
    One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

    You keep lyin' when you oughta be truthin'
    You keep losing when you oughta not bet
    You keep samin' when you oughta be a'changin'
    What's right is right but you ain't been right yet
    These boots are made for walkin', and that's just what they'll do
    One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

    You keep playing where you shouldn't be playing
    And you keep thinking that you'll never get burnt (Hah)
    Well, I've just found me a brand new box of matches (Yeah)
    And what he knows you ain't had time to learn
    These boots are made for walkin', and that's just what they'll do
    One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

    Are you ready, boots?
    Start walkin'



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    Coucouroucoucou Paloma
    Adapted from: Cucurrucucu Paloma - 1954
    Composer(s): Tomás Méndez; Eddy Marnay; Jacques Larue
    Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri - 1968



    Le vent chasse un nuage
    Qui fait sa route vers l'infini
    La mer parle au rivage
    Et je l'écoute et je m'ennuie
    Je suis seule à comprendre
    La chanson de l'oiseau qui passe
    J'attends d'un cœur qui tremble
    Celui qui viendra prendre sa place

    Cou-cou-rou-cou-cou paloma
    Cou-cou-rou-cou-cou paloma

    Dis-moi si l'amour existe
    Moi pour qui les jours sont tristes

    Libre, mon cœur est libre
    Celui qui m'aime me le prendra
    Vivre, je voudrais vivre
    Oui mais qui m'aime je ne sais pas
    Je suis seule au rivage
    Et je chante à l'oiseau qui danse
    De nuage en nuage
    J'ai pour lui la voix de l'espérance

    Cou-cou-rou-cou-cou paloma
    Cou-cou-rou-cou-cou paloma

    Ce soir je ne suis plus triste
    Je sais que l'amour existe
    Cou-cou-rou-cou-cou
    Cou-cou-rou-cou-cou
    Cou-cou-rou-cou-cou
    Je sais que l'amour existe



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    Jackson
    Composer(s): Gaby Rodgers; Billy Edd Wheeler
    Performer(s): Johnny Cash & June Carter



    Both: We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout
    We been talkin' 'bout Jackson

    Johnny: Ever since the fire went out
    I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around (yeah?)
    Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson, look out Jackson town

    June: Well, go on down to Jackson, go ahead and wreck your health (hmm)
    Go play your hand, you big-talkin' man, make a big fool of yourself
    Yeah, yeah, go to Jackson, but go comb that hair

    Johnny: I'm gonna snowball Jackson

    June: Go ahead and see if I care

    Johnny: When I breeze inta that city, the people gonna stoop and bow (ha ha)
    All them women gonna make me teach 'em what they don't know how
    I'm goin' to Jackson, ya turn-a loose-a my coat
    'cause I'm goin' to Jackson

    June: Goodbye, that's all she wrote

    June: They'll laugh at you in Jackson (I doubt it)
    And I'll be dancin' on a pony keg
    They'll lead you 'round that town like a scalded hound
    With your tail tucked between your legs
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, go to Jackson, you big-talkin' man
    And I'll be waitin' there in Jackson behind my *Japan* fan

    Both: We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout
    We been talkin' 'bout Jackson ever since the fire went ou-ou-out
    Go to Jackson and that's a natural fact
    We're goin' to Jackson, ain't never comin' back

    Both: We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout

    We been talkin' 'bout Jackson




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    24-06-1977
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    Bisogna Far Qualcosa ((aka Stivaletti Rossi (Dalida) - 1967))
    ((Adapted from: These Boots Are Made For Walkin' (Nancy Sinatra) - 1966))
    Composer(s): Lee Hazlewood - Cristiano Minellono
    Performer(s): Adriano Celentano - 1984

    Versions In Other Languages:
    1966 - Ces Bottes Sont Faites Pour Marcher (Eileen)
    1989 - One Of These Days (Operation Ivy)
    1994 - This Body (Belgian Asociality)



    E io potessi farei qualcosa in più
    ma qualcosa che dico io
    una pastiglia da far prendere alla gente
    che fa renda tutta quanta sorridente
    Eh... bisogna far qualcosa
    perche non si puo più
    guardali tutti li con quelle facce sempre giù

    L'autostrada che va verso il mare
    ma quale mare e una raffineria
    si va via solo per ritornare
    con addosso qualche nuova malattia
    Bisogna far qualcosa
    perche cosi non va
    non ci si vive più
    con quelle facce sempre giù

    Son vent'anni ma io lo canto ancora
    non e protesta ma verita
    E lui l'aveva detto state attenti
    l'ha detto quasi due millenni fa... eh!...
    Bisogna far qualcosa
    ma che canzone e
    e sto cantando io
    e non cantare insieme a me!



    Categorie:Latin Songs

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    Couchés Dans Le Foin
    Composer(s): Jean Nohain - Mireille
    Performer(s): Mireille
    and multiple other artists



    Il ne faut pas que je vous cache
    Que j'eus toujours la sainte horreur des vaches
    Dans ma famille, c'est un tort
    Hélas! le métier de toréador
    N'a jamais été notre fort
    J'aimerais mieux qu'on m'injurie
    Qu'on me pende ou qu'on m'expatrie
    Plutôt que de toucher un pis
    Un pis de ma vie
    Je suis ainsi, tant pis
    Et c'est dommage
    La fille de la fermière est charmante et on a le même âge
    Par bonheur pour les amoureux
    Il est au grand air d'autres jeux
    Des jeux que j'aime davantage

    Couchés dans le foin
    Avec le soleil pour témoin
    Un p'tit oiseau qui chante au loin
    On s'fait des aveux
    Et des grands serments et des vœux
    On a des brindill's plein les ch'veux
    On s'embrasse et l'on se trémousse
    Ah! que la vie est douce, douce
    Couchés dans le foin avec le soleil pour témoin

    Vous connaissez des femmes du monde
    Qui jusqu'à quatre-vingts ans restent blondes
    Qui sont folles de leur corps.
    Pour leurs amours il leur faut des décors
    Des tapis, des coussins en or
    De la lumière tamisée
    Et des tentures irisées
    Estompant sous leurs baisers
    Des appas trop usés
    Eh bien tant pis
    Mais c'est dommage
    Quand on est vigoureux, quand on aime et qu'on a mon âge
    Tous ces décors sont superflus
    Les canapés je n'en veux plus
    Je ne fais plus l'amour en cage
    Gardez, gardez vos éclairages

    Couchés dans le foin
    Avec le soleil pour témoin
    Un p'tit oiseau qui chante au loin
    On s'fait des aveux
    Et des grands serments et des vœux
    On a des brindill's plein les ch'veux
    On s'embrasse et l'on se trémousse
    Ah ! que la vie est douce, douce
    Couchés dans le foin avec le soleil pour témoin



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    Jackie Wilson Said (I'm In Heaven When You Smile)
    Composer(s): Van Morrison
    Performer(s): Van Morrison;
    and various other artists



    doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
    doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
    doo doo doo doo

    Jackie Wilson said, it was reet petite
    Kind of love you got, knocks me off my feet
    Let it all hang out, oh let it all hang out

    Ahh you know, I'm so wired up
    don't need no cofee in my cup
    let it all hang out, let it all hang out

    watch this
    Dang a lang a lang dang a lang a lang a lang
    Dang a lang a lang dang a lang a lang a lang
    doo doo doo doo doo

    I'm in heaven, I'm in heaven
    I'm in heaven
    when you smile, when you smile
    when you smile, when you smile

    and when you walk across the road, it makes my heart
    go Boom Boom Boom

    let it all hang out
    baby let it all hang out

    There are times, you look my way
    heaven child, you'd make my day
    let it all hang it out
    like the man said let it all hang out

    Dang a lang a lang dang a lang a lang a lang
    Dang a lang a lang dang a lang a lang a lang
    doo doo doo doo doo

    I'm in heaven, I'm in heaven, I'm in heaven
    When you smile, when you smile
    I'm in heaven, I'm in heaven, I'm in heaven
    When you smile, one more time

    I'm in heaven, I'm in heaven, I'm in heaven
    When you smile, when you smile




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    23-06-1977
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    Stivaletti Rossi ((aka Bisogna Far Qualcosa (Adriano Celentano) - 1984))
    ((Adapted from: These Boots Are Made For Walkin' (Nancy Sinatra) - 1966))
    Composer(s): Lee Hazlewood - Vito Pallavicini
    Performer(s): Dalida - 1967

    Versions In Other Languages:
    1966 - Ces Bottes Sont Faites Pour Marcher (Eileen)
    1989 - One Of These Days (Operation Ivy)
    1994 - This Body (Belgian Asociality)



    Stai attento
    Non va bene sempre
    Non poi far di me cio che vuoi
    Hai combinato i pastici che hai voluto
    Non pensare che perdoni sempre te
    Che gli stivaletti rose che piacono
    Ma per andarme de ne a te
    Stivaletti rose, ce ne andiamo
    Che gli stivaletti rose che piacono
    Ma per andarme de ne a te
    Stivaletti rose, ce ne andiamo
    Io non sono comme tutte le altre
    Stare sai e non vedrai
    Non mantiene quelle cose che prometi
    Non, ora piangerai
    Le stivaletti rossi che piaciono poco a te
    Io me le meterò
    Ma per andarmene da te

    Con la amore no devi giocare
    Forse pensi che ormai io me ne andro
    Io gia pensato
    E ho deciso que un giorno
    Tutto quanto finirà le stivaletti rossi che piaciono ma per andarmene da
    Stivaletti rossi
    Ce ne andiamo
    Stivaletti rossi, ce ne andiamo



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    Coucher De Soleil
    Composer(s): Yves Duteil
    Performer(s): Yves Duteil



    Dans les eaux de la mer
    On voit des reflets d'or
    Quand le soleil s'endort
    Dans les bras de la mer
    Et le ciel se repose
    La mer est un miroir
    Où son bleu devient noir
    Et ses nuages roses
    Quand le soleil s'éteint
    Les étoiles de la mer
    Font un ciel à l'envers
    Où dorment les dauphins
    Dans les eaux de la mer
    On voit des reflets d'or
    Quand le soleil s'endort
    Dans les bras de la mer



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Jackie Blue
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    Jackie Blue
    Composer(s): Steve Cash; Larry Lee
    Performer(s): Ozark Mountain Daredevils;
    Ron Dante; R. Stevie Moore; The Smashing Pumpkins



    Oo, Jackie Blue
    Lives her life from inside of her room
    Hides a smile when she's wearin' a frown
    Oo, Jackie you're not so down

    You like your life in a free-form style
    You'll take an inch but you'd love a mile
    There never seems to be quite enough
    Floating around to fill your lovin' cup

    Oo, Jackie Blue
    What's a game girl, if you never lose?
    Ask a winner and you'll probably find
    Oo, Jackie they've lost at sometime

    Don't try to tell me
    That you're not aware of what you're doing
    Ant that you don't care
    You say it's easy, just a natural thing
    Like playing music, but you never sing

    Oo, Jackie Blue
    Making wishes that never come true
    Going places where you've never been
    Oo, Jackie Blue, you're going again

    Oo, Jackie Blue
    Lives her life from inside of her room
    Makes you think that her life is a drag
    Oo, Jackie, what fun you have had

    Oo, Jackie, oo Jackie, oo, Jackie
    Oo, Jackie.................




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    22-06-1977
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Ces Bottes Sont Faites Pour Marcher
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    Ces Bottes Sont Faites Pour Marcher
    ((Adapted from: These Boots Are Made For Walkin' (Nancy Sinatra) - 1966))
    Composer(s): Lee Hazlewood - Eileen
    Performer(s): Eileen - 1966

    Versions In Other Languages:
    1967 - Stivaletti Rossi (Dalida)
    1984 - Bisogna Far Qualcosa (Adriano Celentano)
    1989 - One Of These Days (Operation Ivy)
    1994 - This Body (Belgian Asociality)



    Quand tu me dis que tu n'as pas de fille
    Je sais parfaitement que tu mens
    Tout le monde sait que tu me trompes souvent
    Alors méfie-toi, je t'avertis vraiment

    Ces bottes sont faites pour marcher
    Et tu vas l'regretter
    Car je mettrai ces bottes
    Un jour ou l'autre pour te quitter

    Tu mens tellement que c'est plus fort que toi
    Et tu n'sais jamais où est la vérité
    Comme tous les enfants, tu crois être un homme
    Mais toi, dans ma vie, tu ne m'as rien donné

    Ces bottes sont faites pour marcher
    Et tu vas l'regretter
    Car je mettrai ces bottes
    Un jour ou l'autre pour te quitter

    Toi, tu joues avec le feu et tu t'amuses
    Mais un jour viendra où tu vas te brûler
    Un autre a pris ta place et moi je l'aime
    Et ce qu'il est, tu ne le seras jamais

    Ces bottes sont faites pour marcher
    Et tu vas l'regretter
    Car je mettrai ces bottes
    Un jour ou l'autre pour te quitter



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Cotton Picker
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    Cotton Picker
    Composer(s): J. Capehart; Eddie Cochran
    Performer(s): Eddie Cochran



    Oh, you ain't a-gonna make a cottonpicker out of me
    (Bom-bom-bom)
    No, you ain't a-gonna make a cottonpicker out of me
    (Bom-bom-bom)

    You can make a-me laugh, make a-me cry
    Shake the stars right out of the sky
    But, you ain't a-gonna make a cottonpicker out of me

    You can make a-me sweat, make a-me steam
    You can make a-me rock-rock-rock till I scream
    But, you ain't a-gonna make a cottonpicker out of me

    You can make a-me laugh, make a-me cry
    Make a-me roll-roll-roll till I die
    But, you ain't a-gonna make a cottonpicker out of me

    You can make a-me poor, make a-me rich
    Make a-me want the seven-year-itch
    But, you ain't a-gonna make a cottonpicker out of me

    You can make a-me sing, make a-me dance
    Make a-me rock right out of my pants
    But, you ain't a-gonna make a cottonpicker out of me

    (Hey, hey you cottonpickers, right everybody, back to work)



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Jack-Ass
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    Jack-Ass
    Composer(s): Beck;
    John King; Michael Simpson
    Performer(s: Beck; Dr. Lonnie Smith;
    South Austin Jug Band



    I been drifting along in the same stale shoes
    Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind
    If you thought that you were making your way
    To where the puzzles and pagans lay
    I'll put it together: It's a strange invitation
    When I wake up someone will sweep up my lazy bones
    And we will rise in the cool of the evening
    I remember the way that you smiled
    When the gravity shackles were wild
    And something is vacant when I think it's all beginning
    I been drifting along in the same stale shoes
    Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind
    If you thought that you were making your way
    To where the puzzles and pagans lay
    I'll put it together: It's a strange invitation




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    21-06-1977
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    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



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Cotton Mill Man
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    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



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Jack The Ripper (Screaming Lord Sutch)
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    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!




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    20-06-1977
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.These Are The Things I Love
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    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



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Cotton Jenny
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    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



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Jack The Ripper (Nationalteatern)
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    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.....




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    19-06-1977
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    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



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Cotton Fields
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    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



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