Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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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!
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"
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
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
(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 Dont want to boast but I know shes 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" Everythings OK, A-L-A-M-A-Z-O
Oh, what a gal, a real pipperoo Ill make my bid for that freckle-faced kid Im hurryin to Im 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) (Were goin to Michigan to see the sweetest gal in Kalamazoo) (Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo) (Kalamazoo!!)
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
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...
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
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 nimporte quoi Sur les pistes, noires de préférence Quand le démon de la danse Me prend le corps, je fais nimporte quoi Jen sais rien
Dum di la, je métourdis, ça ne suffit pas A mfaire oublier que tes plus là Jai gardé cette photo sur moi, ce photomaton que taimais pas Si tu rviens, nattends pas quau bout dune corde mon corps balance
Be bop, pieds nus sous la lune Sans foi ni toi ni personne Je crois bien que jfrais nimporte quoi Pour te voir cinq minutes encore A Sables dor, près des dunes Je te raconterai nimporte quoi Ce sera bien
Dum di la, je métourdis, ça ne suffit pas A mfaire oublier que tes plus là Jai gardé cette photo sur moi, ce photomaton que taimais pas Si tu rviens, nattends pas que je sois tombé pour la France
Pour te voir cinq minutes encore A Sables dor, près des dunes Je te raconterai nimporte quoi Ce sera bien
Dum di la, je métourdis, ça ne suffit pas A mfaire oublier que tes plus là Jai gardé cette photo sur moi, ce photomaton que taimais pas Si tu rviens, nattends pas que je sois tombé pour la France
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
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
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
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
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
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