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  • 20-01-1979
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    It's A Boy
    Composer(s): Pete Townshend
    Performer(s): The Who



    Nurse :
    It's a boy Mrs. Walker, it's a boy
    It's a boy Mrs. Walker, it's a boy

    A son!
    A son!
    A son!



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    I Got A Mind To Give Up Living
    (Traditional)
    Performer(s): The Paul Butterfield Blues Band



    I've got a mind to give up living, and go shopping instead
    I've got a mind to give up living, and go shopping instead
    Pick me up a tombstone, and be pronounced dead

    Well, I read your letter this morning, that was on your place in bed
    Oh, when I read your letter this morning, that was on your place in bed
    That's when I decided that I'd be better off dead
    Oh, yeah!

    When I read your letter this morning, that was on your place in bed
    Yes, when I read your letter this morning, that was on your place in bed
    That's when I had decided that I'd be better off dead

    It read, "There is no use looking or ever hoping, or ever hoping to get me back"
    "Oh, no use looking, baby or ever hoping to get me back
    Because it's all over now and, baby, you can bet on that"
    Oh, yeah!



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    Joe Hill
    Composer(s): Phil Ochs
    Performer(s): Phil Ochs; Billy Bragg



    Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores
    Looking for some work to do
    And the Statue of Liberty waved him by
    As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill
    As Joe come a sailing through.

    Oh his clothes were coarse and his hopes were high
    As he headed for the promised land
    And it took a few weeks on the out-of-work streets
    Before he began to understand
    Before he began to understand

    And Joe got hired by a bowery bar
    sweeping up the saloon
    As his rag would sail over the baroom rail
    Sounded like he whistled on a tune
    You could almost hear him whistling on a tune

    And Joe rolled on from job to job
    From the docks to the railroad line
    And no matter how hungry the hand that wrote
    In his letters he was always doing fine
    In his letters he was always doing fine

    Oh, the years went by like the sun goin' down
    slowly turn the page
    And when Joe looked back at the sweat upon his tracks
    He had nothing to show but his age
    He had nothing to show but his age

    So he headed out for the California shore
    There things were just as bad
    So he joined the Industrial Workers of the World
    'Cause, The union was the only friend he had
    'Cause, The union was the only friend he had

    Now the strikes were bloody and the strikes were black
    as hard as they were long
    In the dark of night Joe would stay awake and write
    In the morning he would raise them with a song
    In the morning he would raise them with a song

    And he wrote his words to the tunes of the day
    To be passed along the union vine
    And the strikes were led and the songs were spread
    And Joe Hill was always on the line
    Yes Joe Hill was always on the line

    Now in Salt Lake City a murder was made
    There was hardly a clue to find
    Oh, the proof was poor, but the sheriff was sure
    Joe was the killer of the crime
    That Joe was the killer of the crime

    Joe raised his hands but they shot him down
    he had nothing but guilt to give
    It's a doctor I need and they left him to bleed
    He made it 'cause he had the will to live
    Yes, He made it 'cause he had the will to live

    Then the trial was held in a building of wood
    And there the killer would be named
    And the days weighed more than the cold copper ore
    Cause he feared that he was being framed
    Cause he found out that he was being framed

    Oh, strange are the ways of western law
    Strange are the ways of fate
    For the government crawled to the mine owner's call
    That the judge was appointed by the state
    Yes, The judge was appointed by the state

    Oh, Utah justice can be had
    But not for a union man
    And Joe was warned by summer early morn
    That there'd be one less singer in the land
    There'd be one less singer in the land

    Now William Spry was Governor Spry
    And a life was his to hold
    On the last appeal, fell a governor's tear
    May the lord have mercy on your soul
    May the lord have mercy on your soul

    Even President Wilson held up the day
    But even he would fail
    For nobody heard the soul searching words
    Of the soul in the Salt Lake City jail
    Of the soul in the Salt Lake City jail

    For 36 years he lived out his days
    And he more than played his part
    For his songs that he made, he was carefully paid
    With a rifle bullet buried in his heart
    With a rifle bullet buried in his heart

    Yes, they lined Joe Hill up against the wall
    Blindfold over his eyes
    It's the life of a rebel that he chose to live
    It's the death of a rebel that he died
    It's the death of a rebel that he died

    Now some say Joe was guilty as charged
    And some say he wasn't even there
    And I guess nobody will ever know
    'Cause the court records all disappeared
    'Cause the court records all disappeared

    Say wherever you go in this fair land
    In every union hall
    In the dusty dark these words are marked
    In between all the cracks upon the wall
    In between all the cracks upon the wall

    It's the very last line that Joe Will wrote
    When he knew that his days were through
    "Boys, this is my last and final will
    Good luck to all of you
    Good luck to all of you"




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    19-01-1979
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    Tommy (Overture)
    Composer(s): Pete Townshend
    Performer(s): The Who



    Captain Walker
    didn't come home
    His unborn child
    will never know him
    Believe him missing
    with a number of men
    Don't expect
    to see him again



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    I Got A Line On You
    Composer(s): Randy California
    First release by: Spirit - 1968
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Let me take you baby, down to the river bed
    Got to tell you somethin', go right to your head
    Cause I got a line on you, babe
    I got a line on you
    Gotta put your arms around me
    With every bit of your love
    If you know what to do, I'll make love to you
    'Cause you got the right line to make it through these times
    I got a line on you babe
    I got a line on you babe
    I got a line on you babe
    I got a line on you
    I got a line on you babe
    You know my winter's almost over
    My summer, she's comin' on strong
    I can love you, love you, love you
    Love you all year long
    I got a line on you babe
    I got a line on you
    I got a line on you babe
    I got a line on you
    I got a line on you babe



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Joe Fabulous
    Composer(s): Paul Rodgers
    Performer(s): Bad Company



    Don't play my music on MTV
    Play it on the radio
    We are the street kings and we don't care
    Yeah, we really don't wanna know

    I'm Joe Fabulous
    Life is my school
    Joe Fabulous
    And we are the Merchants of Cool

    We do our thing
    We believe in no sin
    We are beyond your control
    If you look closely
    You'll find that they're mostly
    Machines looking for a soul

    I'm Joe Fabulous
    Life is my school
    The next Joe Fabulous
    And we are the Merchants of Cool

    We aim to analyze
    Everything you say and do
    So we can sell it back to you

    Joe Fabulous
    Life is my school
    Joe Fabulous
    And we are the Merchants of Cool

    There are no nations
    Just large corporations
    Flying the flag of the day
    From dawn of creation
    To civilisation
    Please, don't take my music away

    Joe Fabulous
    Life is my school
    Joe Fabulous
    Play by my rules
    Joe Fabulous
    And we are the Merchants of Cool

    That's all

    Bye bye everybody

    Goodbye




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    18-01-1979
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    Tombstone Shadow
    ((Finnish Version: Hautakiven Varjo (Kari Peitsamo Revival) - 1982))
    Composer(s): John Fogerty
    First release: Creedence Clearwater Revival - 1969
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Tombstone Shadow, stretching across my path
    Tombstone Shadow, stretching across my path
    every time I get some good news
    Ooh
    There's a shadow on my back

    Saw the gypsy man, 'way down in San Berdoo
    Said, I saw the gypsy man, 'way down in San Berdoo
    Five dollars on the table
    Ooh
    Keep me 'way from my tomb
    Oh! Oh!

    Said I got thirteen months of bad luck, bound to be some pain
    Don't you do no travelling
    Fly in no machines
    Tombstone Shadow, stretching across my path
    Every time I get some good news
    Ooh
    There's a shadow on my back

    The man gave me a luck charm
    Cost five dollars more
    Said, "Put some on your pillow, and put some on your door"
    He said, "Take a long vacation
    Ooh
    For thirteen months or more"
    Oh, Lord!

    Tombstone Shadow, stretching across my path
    Tombstone Shadow, stretching across my path
    every time I get some good news
    Ooh
    There's a shadow on my back

    Oh, oh, lord!
    Oh, Lord!



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    (I've Got a Gal In) Kalamazoo
    Composer(s): Mack Gordon; Harry Warren
    Performer(s): Glenn Miller Orchestra
    and multiple other artists



    A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H
    I got a gal in Kalamazoo
    Don’t want to boast but I know she’s the toast of Kalamazoo
    (Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)

    Years have gone by, my my how she grew
    I liked her looks when I carried her books in Kalamazoo
    (Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)

    I'm gonna send a wire, hoppin' on a flyer, leavin' today"
    Am I dreamin’? I can hear her screamin’
    "Hiya, Mr. Jackson"
    Everything’s OK, A-L-A-M-A-Z-O

    Oh, what a gal, a real pipperoo
    I’ll make my bid for that freckle-faced kid I’m hurryin’ to
    I’m goin’ to Michigan to see the sweetest gal in Kalamazoo
    (Zoo, zoo)
    (Zoo, zoo, zoo, Kalamazoo)
    K (K)
    A (A)
    L-A-M-A-Z-O
    (Oh, oh, oh, oh what a gal, a real pipperoo)
    (We’re goin’ to Michigan to see the sweetest gal in Kalamazoo)
    (Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)
    (Kalamazoo!!)



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

    Joe Bowers
    Performer(s): Walter Vaughn



    My name it tis Joe Bowers
    I have a brother Ike
    I came from old Missouri
    And all th way from Pike

    I'll tell you why I came here
    And why I came to roam
    To leave my dear old mother
    So far away from home

    I used to court a gal there
    Whose name was Sally Black
    I asked her if she'd marry me
    She said, it was a whack

    She said to me, Joe Bowers
    You are the man to win
    Here's a kiss to bind th bargin
    An' she hooves a dozen in

    I said to her, dear Sally
    O, Sally for your sake
    I'll go to California
    And try to make a stake

    Says, she to me, Joe Bowers
    Before we hitch for life
    You ought to get a little home
    To keep your little wife

    I went to California
    Put in my biggest licks
    Went down upon th boulders
    Just like a thousand bricks

    I worked both late an' early
    In rain and sun and snow
    I was working for my Sally
    It was all th same to Joe

    At length, I got a letter
    From my dear brother Ike
    It came from old Missouri
    And all th way from Pike

    It brought to me, the darndest news
    That ever I did hear
    My heart was almost bursting
    Was almost in despair

    It says, that Sal was false to me
    Her love to me had fled
    She got married to a butcher
    And th butchers hair was red

    And more than that, the letter said
    Enough to make you swear
    That Sally had a baby
    And the baby had red hair




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    17-01-1979
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    A Tombstone Every Mile
    Composer(s): Dan Fulkerson
    Performer(s): Dick Curless
    and multiple other artists



    All you big and burly men who roll the trucks along
    Better listen, you'll be thankful when you hear my song
    You have really got it made, if you're haulin' goods
    Anyplace on earth but those Hainesville Woods

    It's a stretch of road up north in Maine
    That's never, ever, ever seen a smile
    If they buried all the truckers lost in them Woods
    There'd be a tombstone every mile
    Count 'em off, there'd be a tombstone every mile

    When you're loaded with potatoes and you're headed down
    You've gotta drive the Woods to get to Boston town
    When it's winter up in Maine, better check it over twice
    That Hainesville road is just a ribbon of ice

    It's a stretch of road up north in Maine
    That's never, ever, ever seen a smile
    If they buried all the truckers lost in them Woods
    There'd be a tombstone every mile
    Count 'em off, there'd be a tombstone every mile

    When you're talkin' to a trucker that's been haulin' goods
    Down that stretch of road in Maine they call the Hainesville Woods
    He'll tell you that dying and goin' down below
    Won't be half as bad as driving on that road of ice and snow

    It's a stretch of road up north in Maine
    That's never, ever, ever seen a smile
    If they buried all the truckers lost in them Woods
    There'd be a tombstone every mile
    Count 'em off, there'd be a tombstone every mile



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    I Go To Rio
    Composer(s): Peter Allen; Adrienne Anderson
    Performer(s): Peter Allen - 1976
    Covered by multiple other artists

    Titles In Other Languages:
    1977 - Je Vais À Rio
    1997 - Rio



    When my baby
    When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio
    de Janeiro
    My-oh-me-oh
    I go wild and then I have to do the Samba
    And La Bamba
    Now I'm not the kind of person
    With a passionate persuasion for dancin'
    Or roma-ancin'
    But I give in to the rhythm
    And my feet follow the beatin' of my hear-eart

    Woh-ho-oh-oh, when my baby
    When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio
    de Janeiro
    I'm a Salsa fellow
    When my baby smiles at me
    The sun'll lightens up my li-ife
    And I am free at last, what a blast

    Woh-ho-oh-oh, when my baby
    When my baby smiles at me
    I feel like Tarzan, of the Jungle
    There on the hot sand
    And in a bungalow while monkeys play above-a,
    We-ee make love-a
    Now I'm not the type to let vibrations (Rio...)
    Trigger my imagination easily (Rio...)
    You know that's just not me
    But I turn into a tiger (Rio...)
    Everytime I get beside the - one I love (Rio...)
    Woh, oh, woh, woh-oh..., Rio... - Rio...
    Yeah Ugh - Rio... - Ugh

    Woh-ho-oh-oh, when my ba-a-aby (when my baby)
    When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio (Rio...)
    de Janeiro
    I'm a Salsa fellow-ow
    When my baby smiles at me
    The sun'll lightens u-up my li-ife
    And I am free at last, what a blast

    When my baby (when my baby)
    When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio (Rio...)
    That's when I go to Rio (Rio)
    Rio - Rio de Janeir-eiro
    Rio... Rio.... Rio...



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Joe Bean
    Composer(s): Bud Freeman; Leon Pober
    Performer(s): Johnny Cash



    Well they're hangin' Joe Bean this mornin' for killin' a man in Arkansas
    Funny thing about it Joe Bean never even heard of the man
    In fact Joe Bean never has been to Arkansas
    And to top that all today is Joe Bean's 20th birthday
    See where the gallows stand Joe Bean see where the gallows stand
    Just twenty short years from the day you were born you'll die by the hangman's hand

    They're hangin' Joe Bean this mornin' for a shootin' that he never did
    He killed twenty men by the time he was ten he was an unruly kid
    But they're hangin' Joe Bean for the one shootin' that he never did
    See through the prison bars Joe Bean see where the gallows stand
    Just twenty short years from the day you were born you'll die by the hangman's hand

    Well your mother's in capitol city asking Governor Simms for a stay
    And it's really hard on her cause she knows
    Where you were on that particular day
    You were workin' Joe Bean hard workin' robbing the Santa Fe
    Well the telegraph wires're hummin' hear the Governor's words come through
    I can't set you free cause it's not up to me but this much Joe Bean
    I'll do
    I'll join your mother in extending birthday greetings to you
    Happy birthday Joe Bean
    Happy birthday Joe Bean
    Happy birthday dear Joe
    Happy birthday to you




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    16-01-1979
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    Tombé Pour La France
    Composer(s): Étienne Daho - Arnold Turboust
    First release: Étienne Daho - 1986



    Be bop, pieds nus sous la lune
    Sans foi ni toit ni fortune
    Je passe mon temps à faire n’importe quoi
    Sur les pistes, noires de préférence
    Quand le démon de la danse
    Me prend le corps, je fais n’importe quoi
    J’en sais rien

    Dum di la, je m’étourdis, ça ne suffit pas
    A m’faire oublier que t’es plus là
    J’ai gardé cette photo sur moi, ce photomaton que t’aimais pas
    Si tu r’viens, n’attends pas qu’au bout d’une corde mon corps balance

    Be bop, pieds nus sous la lune
    Sans foi ni toi ni personne
    Je crois bien que j’f’rais n’importe quoi
    Pour te voir cinq minutes encore
    A Sables d’or, près des dunes
    Je te raconterai n’importe quoi
    Ce sera bien

    Dum di la, je m’étourdis, ça ne suffit pas
    A m’faire oublier que t’es plus là
    J’ai gardé cette photo sur moi, ce photomaton que t’aimais pas
    Si tu r’viens, n’attends pas que je sois tombé pour la France

    Pour te voir cinq minutes encore
    A Sables d’or, près des dunes
    Je te raconterai n’importe quoi
    Ce sera bien

    Dum di la, je m’étourdis, ça ne suffit pas
    A m’faire oublier que t’es plus là
    J’ai gardé cette photo sur moi, ce photomaton que t’aimais pas
    Si tu r’viens, n’attends pas que je sois tombé pour la France



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    I Go To Pieces
    Italian Title: Il Mare Non Racconta Mai - 1967
    Composer(s): Del Shannon
    First release by: Peter & Gordon - 1964
    Covered by multiple other artists



    When I see her comin' down the street
    I get so shaky and I feel so weak
    I tell my eyes look the other way
    But they don't seem to hear a word I say

    And I, go to pieces and I wanna hide
    Go to pieces and I almost die
    Everytime my baby passes by

    I tell my arms they'll hold someone new
    Another love that will be true
    But they don't listen, they don't seem to care
    They reach for her but she's not there

    And I, go to pieces and I wanna hide
    Go to pieces and I almost die
    Everytime my baby passes by

    I remember what she said when she said
    "Goodbye baby. We'll meet again soon maybe"
    "But until we do, all my best to you"
    I'm so lonely, I think about her only

    I go to places we used to go
    But I know she'll never show
    She hurt me so much inside
    Now I hope she's satisfied

    And I, go to pieces and I wanna hide
    Go to pieces and I almost die
    Everytime my baby passes by
    Go to pieces and I cry
    Everytime my baby passes by
    Go to pieces and I cry



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    Joe
    Composer(s): Ady Semel; Scott Walker
    Performer(s): Scott Walker



    As old Joe sat a dyin'
    The baby down the hall was cryin'
    Somebody had a party goin' on
    The fat boy you told tales to
    Moved away the other day
    To think with no goodbye
    He could have gone
    A postcard from Sun City
    Was found layin' by your side
    A kind of desert place
    Where old folks dry away
    You gazed out through the window
    At the wonders of the sky
    As if it were the first time every day

    Chorus:
    There ain't no-one left alive to call me Joe
    You used to say
    No-one left alive
    To call me Joe
    You've been beyond the boundaries
    Understood it all
    And thought of nothing
    The ultimate was simple to your eyes
    Just watch the world make madness
    As the youth cried their replies
    An old man knows far better than to try
    They say towards the end
    You hardly left your shabby room
    Where once you loved to go
    Walkin'
    Thru' the day
    Sit back and watch a spider
    Weave your window
    'Cross the moon
    And meals on wheels
    Laughed kindly
    When you'd say
    There ain't no-one left alive to call me Joe
    To call me Joe
    No-one left alive to call me Joe




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    15-01-1979
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    Tómate Una Copa
    Composer(s): Ramón Inclán
    Performer(s): Javier Solís



    Siéntate a mi lado mi reciente amiga
    tómate una copa mientras escuchamos aquella canción
    Tú no me conoces ni yo te conozco
    pero este momento quiero ser tu amigo por una ocasión

    Si ves en mis ojos lágrimas que corren
    no es que esté llorando, es que estoy fumando
    y el humo me entró
    Siéntate a mi lado, tómate una copa
    mientras vas secando el llanto que el humo en mis ojos dejó

    Si ves en mis ojos lágrimas que corren
    no es que esté llorando, es que estoy fumando
    y el humo me entró
    Siéntate a mi lado, tómate una copa
    mientras vas secando el llanto que el humo en mis ojos dejó



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. I Go Swimming
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    I Go Swimming
    Composer(s): Peter Gabriel
    Performer(s): Peter Gabriel; Tony Gillis; Rick Springfield



    Ooh, I go swimming, swimming in the water
    Swimming in the river, swimming in the sea
    I go swimming
    I go swimming, swimming in the water
    Swimming in the pool, swimming is cool
    I go swimming

    The sun is burning, I am yearning
    For the waterflow (waterflow)
    Next to my skin I, like to begin a
    Waterflow (waterflow)
    Letting off steam I float in a dream
    I can't let go (can't let go)
    Follow my wishes, follow the fishes
    Down below (down below)
    I go swimming

    I need water, water to drink
    Water on my brain, water sustain
    Water over me
    I want water, water I need
    Water to think, water to drink
    Water over me

    The sun is burning, I am yearning
    For the waterflow (waterflow)
    Next to my skin I, like to begin a
    Waterflow (waterflow)
    Letting off steam I float in a dream
    I can't let go (can't let go)
    Follow my wishes, follow the fishes
    Down below (down below)
    I go swimming

    I go swimming, I go swimming
    Swimming in water, swimming in water, swimming in water
    Water all over me
    Swimming in water, swimming in water, swimming in water
    I go swimming, I go swimming
    I go swimming, I go swimming
    Swimming, I go swimming
    Oh I go swimming, I go swimming
    Water all over me
    Swimming in water, swimming in water, swimming in water
    Water all over me
    Swimming in water, swimming in water, swimming in water
    Water all over me
    Swimming in water, swimming in water, swimming in water
    Water all over me



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    Jody And The Kid
    Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson
    Performer(s): Roy Drusky;
    and various other artists



    She would meet me in the morning
    On my way down to the river
    Waiting patient by the chinaberry tree
    With her feet already dusty
    From the pathway to the levee
    And her little blue jeans rolled up to her knees

    And I'd pay her no attention
    As she tagged along beside me
    Trying hard to copy everything i did
    But I couldn't keep from smiling
    When I'd hear somebody saying
    Looky yonder there goes Jody and the kid

    Even after we grew older
    We could still be seen together
    As we walked along the levee holding hands
    For as surely as the seasons she was changin' to a woman
    And I'd lived enough to call myself a man

    As she often lay beside me
    In the coolness of the evening
    'Til the morning sun was shining on my bed
    And at times when she was sleeping
    I'd smile when I'd remember
    How they used to call us Jody and the kid

    Now the world's a little older
    And the years have changed the river
    'Cause there's houses where they didn't used to be
    And on sundays I go walking
    Down the pathway to the levee
    With another little girl who follows me

    And it makes the old folks smile
    To see her tag along beside me
    Doing little things the way her mama did
    But it gets a little lonesome
    When I hear somebody sayin'
    Looky yonder there goes Jody and the kid




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    14-01-1979
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    Tómame Mientras Puedas
    Composer(s): Miguel Mateos
    Performer(s): Miguel Mateos



    Bingo, mañana es domingo
    ella ha vuelto a casa
    y no estoy dispuesto a perder

    Discos, amor con asteriscos
    sus ojos dan un grito
    -Nene confía un poco en míe

    Su boca, una serpiente loca
    aligera mi ropa
    cantándome una canción

    Blancas, sus piernas si son blancas
    saltando por el cuarto
    me escudan de tanto dolor

    Necesito confiar, ya no quiero pasar
    noches sin sueños
    Necesito un lugar, nada, nada especial
    y entonces yo, yo me dejaré tomar

    Tómame mientras puedas
    Tómame, me puedes tomar
    Tómame mientras puedas, tómame

    Tu pelo, dulce caramelo
    se enreda con mi pelo
    y ya no me puedo soltar

    Bingo, bingo, mañana es domingo
    ella ha vuelto a casa
    y no estoy dispuesto a perder

    Necesito confiar, ya no quiero pasar
    noches sin sueños
    Necesito un lugar, nada, nada especial
    y entonces yo, yo me dejaré tomar

    Tómame mientras puedas
    Tómame, me puedes tomar
    Tómame mientras puedas
    Tómame, me puedes tomar
    Tómame mientras puedas, tómame
    Tómame, tómame

    Bingo, bingo, mañana es domingo
    Calipso



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    I Go Crazy
    Composer(s): Brian May
    Performer(s): Queen



    I Took My Baby To See A Heavy Band
    But I Never Saw My Baby 'till The Encore
    She Had The Singer By The Hand
    I Didn't Wanna Cry 'cause I Had To Be Cool
    I Didn't Wanna Tell You That You're Too
    Cruel
    Did You Have To Run Off With That Dog-gone
    Fool?

    All I Gotta Do Is Think About You
    Ev'ry Night And Day I Go Crazy
    All I Gotta Do Is Get My Hands On You
    You Better Stay Away From Me Baby

    I Wouldn't Mind The Postman If The
    Neighbours Didn't Know
    Or The Gas Man The Electric Man - Man To Fix
    The Car
    I'd Have To Let It Go
    But You Had To Bring Me Down For A Rock 'n
    Roll Clone
    Leave Me Like A Sucker Standing All Alone
    Did You Have To Run Off With That Rolling
    Stone?

    All I Gotta Do Is Think About You
    Ev'ry Night And Day I Go Crazy
    All I Gotta Do Is Get My Hands On You
    You Better Stay Away From Me Baby

    So I Ain't Gonna Go And See The Rolling
    Stones No More
    No More

    I Don't Wanna Go See Queen No More No More

    Now I Don't Wanna Hurt You Like You Been
    A-hurting Me
    But You Know That I'll Be Watching
    Rolling On The Floor Next Time You're On TV
    Had Enough Of Your Pretending That You Know
    Where It's At
    Coming On To All The Boys Like A Real Spoilt
    Brat
    To Think That I Nearly Let You Get Away With
    All That
    No Way Man

    All I Gotta Do Is Think About You
    Ev'ry Night And Day I Go Crazy
    All I Gotta Do Is Get My Hands On You



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