In The Land Of Yamo Yamo
Composer(s): Joe McCarthy; Fred Fisher
Performer(s): Wingy Manone & His Orch.; Chu Berry



There's a place that you never can trace in Geography
come on with me, come on and see
if you haven't been there I'm sure you'll declare 
that you ought to be it's so much like old Napoli

Wine and song are flowing along like a melody
in Napoli, come on with me
the girls are fair and everything there is in harmony
It's the one place on Earth to be

In the land o' Yamo, Yamo, Funiculi, Funiculi, Funicula
Lights are blinking, while you're drinking
it's the place where the goodfellows are
Good bye to all your sorrows, you never hear them talk about war
in the land of Yamo, Yamo, Funiculi, Funiculi, Funicula

Natural Mystic
Composer(s): Bob Marley
Performer(s): Bob Marley;
and various other artists



There's a natural
mystic
Blowing through
the air
If you listen
carefully now you will hear
This could be the
first trumpet
Might as well be
the last
Many more will
have to suffer
Many more will
have to die
Don't ask me why
Things are not the
way they used to be
I won't tell no
lie
One and all got to
face reality now

Though I try to
find the answer
To all the
questions they ask
Though I know it's
impossible
To go living
through the past
Don't tell no lie
There's a natural
mystic
Blowing through
the air
Can't keep them
down
If you listen
carefully now you will hear
Such a natural
mystic
Blowing through
the air

This could be the
first trumpet
Might as well be
the last
Many more will
have to suffer
Many more will
have to die
Don't ask me why
There's a natural
mystic
Blowing through
the air
I won't tell no
lie
If you listen
carefully now, you will hear

In The Jailhouse Now
(Traditional)
First release by: Jimmie Rodgers - 1928
Covered by multiple other artists



I had a friend named Ramblin Bob 
He used to steal gamble and rob 
He thought he was the smartest guy around 
Well I found out last Monday that Bob got locked up Sunday 
They've got him in the jailhouse way downtown 

He's in the jailhouse now 
He's in the jailhouse now 
Well, I told him once or twice to stop playin' cards and shootin' dice 
He's in the jailhouse now 

Bob liked to play his poker 
Pinochle whist and euchre 
But shootin dice was his favorite game 
He got throw'd in jail with nobody to go his bail 
The judge done said that he refused to the fine 

He's in the jailhouse now 
He's in the jailhouse now 
Well, I told him once or twice to stop playin' cards and shootin' dice 
He's in the jailhouse now 

Well I went out last Tuesday 
I met a girl named Suzie 
I said I was the swellest guy around 
Well we got to spendin' my money
And she started to callin' me honey 
We took in every cabaret in town 
We're in the jailhouse now 

We're in the jailhouse now 
We're in the jailhouse now 
Well I told that judge right to his face
I don't like to see this place 
We're in the jailhouse now

Natural High
Composer(s): Charles McCormick
Performer(s): Bloodstone;
and various other artists



Why do I keep my mind on you all the time
And I don´t even know you
Why do I feel this way
Thinking about you every day
And I don´t even know you
Take me in your arms
Thrill me with all of your charms
And I´ll take to the sky on a natural high
Loving you more till the day I die
Take to the sky on a natural high
Loving you more

If you have anything to do
Call me and I will do it for you
And I don´t even know you
If I had only one wish to give
That wish would be for you to live forever and ever

When I see you on the street
My heart skips a beat
And I´ll take to the sky on a natural high
Loving you more till the day I die
Take to the sky on a natural high
Loving you more.

I´m gonna try to do
All the things you want me to
If you´ll just give me a chance
I´m trying to make something out of a nothing romance
And I don´t even know you

Take me in your arms
Thrill me with all of your charms
And I´ll take to the sky on a natural high
Loving you more till the day I die

In The Hills Of Old Kentucky
Composer(s): Chas. L. Johnson; J.R. Shannon



There's a rose that grows in old Kentucky
She's the sweetest girl I know
With eyes of blue, and manner, too
That have made me love her so
Where the lonely mountain trail is winding
'Round my old Kentucky home
To a simple old log cabin
That is where I soon will roam

In my dreams I see the blue grass waving
And the meadow larks at play
They seem to call me back again to those hills far away
Where the winding trail is filled with sunshine
And the Rhododendron grows
Where the birds are ever singing 
To my own dear Mountain Rose

In the hills of old Kentucky 
Where the birds sing merrily 
And the Southern breeze is playing thru the trees
That is where I belong to be
O'er the mountain trail I'm going
Where my sweet wild flower grows 
In the hills of old Kentucky 
To my Mountain Rose

Native New Yorker
Composer(s): Sandy Linzer; Denny Randell
Performer(s): Odyssey - 1977;
and various other artists



New York girl, ooh, ooh, ooh

Runnin' pretty, New York City girl
Twenty-five, thirty-five
Hello, baby, New York City girl

You grew up ridin' the subways, running with people
Up in Harlem, down on Broadway
You're no tramp, but you're no lady, talkin' that street talk
You're the heart and soul of New York City

And love, love is just a passing word
It's the thought you had in a taxi cab that got left on the curb
When he dropped you off and he stated firm

Oh, oh, oh (Oh, oh, oh)
You're a native New Yorker
You should know the score by now (You should know by now)
You're a native New Yorker

New York girl, ooh, ooh, ooh

Music plays, everyone's dancin' closer and closer
Makin' friends and findin' lovers
There you are lost in the shadows, searchin' for someone (Searchin' for someone)
To set you free from New York City

And, whoa, where did all those yesterdays go
When you still believed love could really be like a Broadway show
You are the star, win the applause

Oh, oh, oh (Oh, oh, oh)
You're a native New Yorker
No one opens the door
For a native New Yorker

(Runnin' pretty, New York City girl)
Ooh…ooh…ooh…
Native, native, native New Yorker

Where did all those yesterdays go
When you still believed love could really be like a Broadway show
You are the star

You're a native New Yorker
You should know the score by now
You're a native New Yorker

You should know the score, you should know the score by now
You're a native New Yorker, oh, oh, oh
(Native, native, native new Yorker)
You're a native New Yorker

Whoa, oh, ho, ho, you're a native New Yorker
You should know the score
(Native, native, native new Yorker)
You're a native New Yorker

What you waitin' for, no one opens the door
(You're a native New Yorker)
For a native, for a native New Yorker

In The Heat Of The Night
Composer(s): Marilyn Bergman; Alan Bergman; Quincy Jones
Performer(s): Ray Charles



In the heat of the night
Seems like a cold sweat
Creeping cross my brow, oh yes
In the heat of the night
I'm a feelin' motherless somehow
Stars with evil eyes stare from the sky
(In the heat of the night)
Ain't a woman here before
Knows how to make the morning come
So hard to keep control
Well I could sell my soul for just a little light
In the heat of the night
I've got trouble wall to wall
Oh yes I have
I repeat in the night
Must be an ending to us all
Oh Lord, it won't be long
Yes, just you be strong
And it'll be all right
In the heat of the night

Nathan Jones
Composer(s): Leonard Caston; Kathy Wakefield
Performer(s): The Supremes;
Bananarama; Nicolette Larson



You packed your bags as I recall
And you walked slowly down the hall
You said you had to get away to ease your mind
And all you needed was a just little of time

Oh winter's passed, spring and fall
You never wrote me, you never called
Nathan Jones you've been gone too long
Gone too long...

If a woman could die of tears
Nathan Jones, well, I wouldn't be here
The key that you're holding won't fit my door
And there's no room in my heart for you no more

'Cause, winter's passed, spring and fall
you never wrote me, you never called
Nathan Jones you've been gone too long
Gone too long

Nathan Jones, Nathan Jones...
Nathan Jones, ooh..

Winter's passed, spring and fall
You never wrote me, you never called
Nathan Jones you've been gone too long
Gone too long

Nathan Jones you've been gone too long
...gone too long
Nathan Jones you've been gone too long
...gone too long
Nathan jones you've been gonne too long
... gone too long...

In The Heart Of The City That Has No Heart
Composer(s): Thos. S. Allen; Joseph M. Daly



She wanted to roam so she left the old home
The old people's hearts were sore
she longed for the sights and the bright city lights 
where hundreds had gone before
She went to the heart of the city and mingled with strangers there
but nobody said "You are being misled" for what did the stranger care

A year passes by, there's a tear in her eye, and sorrow is on her brow
Oh! what would she do if the old people knew, she couldn't go back home now
Her dear mother said when they parted "Remember your good old name"
then her daddy said "Rather we'd see you dead than bring us disgrace and shame"

In the heart of the city that has no heart that's where they meet
and that's where they part, the current of vice had proved too strong 
so the poor little girlie just drifted along
nobody cared if she lived or died nobody cared if she laughed or cried
she's just lost a sister and nobody's missed her
she's there in the city where there's no pity in the city that has no heart

Nathalie
English Title: Natalia
Composer(s): Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud



Moskau war groß und so kalt, neben mir ging Nathalie
mir gefiel nicht allein ihr Name, Nathalie
Moskau war kalt aber schön, ich glaube, ich sah nur sie
auf dem Roten Platz blieb sie stehen, Nathalie
Sprach in gelerntem Ton von der Oktoberrevolution
ich versteh: Komm her! Sah nebenbei mir Lenin an
und dachte vielleicht geh ich dann mit ihr ins Café Puschkin

Moskau war nicht mehr so kalt, und sie saß mir vis à vis
Sie hatte so schöne blaue Augen, Nathalie, Nathalie
In ihrem Zimmer bei der Universität
waren Freunde da von ihr, und es wurde ziemlich spät
denn wir lachten , der Krimsekt war so gut
und schon tanzten sie, und mit mir Nathalie
Dai dai...

Auf einmal, da sind alle fort, die Zeit vergeht, ich weiß nicht wie
Ich hielt sie noch in meinen Armen, Nathalie
Nichts mehr von dem gelernten Ton, nichts mehr von der Revolution
nur wir zwei allein. Ich wollte fragen, wo ich bin
der Rote Platz, Café Puschkin, das, das alles klang so weit
Und nun bin ich fern von ihr, ihre Küsse vergesse ich nie
eines Tages kommt sie zu mir, Nathalie, Nathalie
Dai dai...

In The Heart Of Jane Doe
Composer(s): James Cavanaugh; Larry Stock
Performer(s): Nat King Cole



In the heart of Jane Doe
There's a longing I know 
For that someone that she couldn't hold
She was young, young in years to be shedding such tears 
But the young sometimes never grow old 

She took love for granted and that wasn't smart
Love taken for granted is apt to depart
And now that he's gone 
Who can tell what goes on in the heart
Broken heart of Jane Doe. 

She took love for granted and that wasn't smart
Love taken for granted is apt to depart
And now that he's gone 
Who can tell what goes on in the heart 
Broken heart of Jane Doe
And I wonder does she know he still loves her so

Nathalie
English Title: Natalia
Composer(s): Gilbert Bécaud; Pierre Delanoë
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud;
and various other artists



La place Rouge était vide 
Devant moi marchait Nathalie 
Il avait un joli nom, mon guide 
Nathalie... 
La place Rouge était blanche 
La neige faisait un tapis 
Et je suivais par ce froid dimanche 
Nathalie... 
Elle parlait en phrases sobres 
De la révolution d'octobre 
Je pensais déjà 
Qu'après le tombeau de Lénine 
On irait au café Pouchkine 
Boire un chocolat... 
La place Rouge était vide 
Je lui pris son bras, elle a souri 
Il avait des cheveux blonds, mon guide 
Nathalie... Nathalie 
Dans sa chambre à l'université 
Une bande d'étudiants 
L'attendait impatiemment 
On a ri, on a beaucoup parlé 
Ils voulaient tout savoir, Nathalie traduisait 
Moscou, les plaines d'Ukraine
Et les Champs-Élysées 
On a tout mélangé et on a chanté 
Et puis ils ont débouché 
En riant à l'avance 
Du champagne de France 
Et on a dansé... 
La, la la... 
Et quand la chambre fut vide 
Tous les amis étaient partis 
Je suis resté seul avec mon guide 
Nathalie... 
Plus question de phrases sobres 
Ni de révolution d'octobre 
On n'en était plus là 
Fini le tombeau de Lénine 
Le chocolat de chez Pouchkine 
C'était loin déjà... 
Que ma vie me semble vide 
Mais je sais qu'un jour à Paris 
C'est moi qui lui servirai de guide 
Nathalie... Nathalie 

In The Good Old Summertime
Composer(s): George "Honey Boy" Evans; Ren Shields
Performer(s): Blanche Ring
and multiple other artists



There's a time each year
That we always hold dear
Good old summertime
With the birds and the trees'es
And sweet scented breezes
Good old summertime
When your day's work is over
Then you are in clover
And life is one beautiful rhyme
No trouble annoying
Each one is enjoying
The good old summertime

In the good old summertime
In the good old summertime
Strolling thru' a shady lane
With your baby mine
You hold her hand and she holds yours
And that's a very good sign
That she's your tootsey-wootsey
In the good, old summertime

Oh, to swim in the pool
You'd play hooky from school
Good old summertime
You'd play "ring-a-rosie"
With Jim, Kate and Josie
Good old summertime
Those days full of pleasure
We now fondly treasure
When we never thought it a crime
To go stealing cherries
With faces brown as berries
In good old summertime

In the good old summertime
In the good old summertime
Strolling thru' a shady lane
With your baby mine
You hold her hand and she holds yours
And that's a very good sign
That she's your tootsey-wootsey
In the good, old summertime

Natalia
French & German Title: Nathalie
Composer(s): Van Morrison
Performer(s): Van Morrison



I'm walkin' down the street
I'm on that midnight beat
I'm on a lonely avenue
Baby, won't you walk with me
Baby, won't you talk with me
Oh that's all I want you to do, now
Walk with me
Talk to me
Call your name out 

Chorus:
Na Na, Na Na, Na Na
Na Na, Na Na, Na Na
Na Na, Na Na, Na Na, Natalia
Here on a summer night
I wanna kiss and hold you tight
Just the way we used to do
Walkin' down the same old street
People that we used to meet
Such a long, long time ago, now
Walk with me
Talk to me
And I call out your name 

Chorus: (x2)

On a magic night like this
I hunger for your kiss
On a magic night like this 

Chorus: 

Walk with me
Talk with me
Walk with me
Talk with me
Natalia, Natalia, Natalia
Natalia, Natalia, Natalia 

Fade

In The Good Old Days (When Times Were Bad)
Composer(s): Dolly Parton
First release by: Merle Haggard & The Strangers - 1968



We'd get up before sun-up to get the work done up
We'd work in the fields till the sun had gone down
We've stood and we've cried as we have bristly watched
A hailstorm a beatin' our crops to the ground
We've gone to bed hungry many nights in the past
In the good old days when times were bad

No amount of money could buy from me
The memories that I have of then
No amount of money could pay me
To go back and live through it again

I've seen daddy's hands break open and bleed
And I've seen him work till he's stiff as a board
And I've seen momma layin' in suffer and sickness
In need of a doctor we couldn't afford
Anything at all was more than we had
In the good old days when times were bad

We've got up before and found ice on the floor
Where the wind would blow snow through the cracks in the wall
And I couldn't enjoy then, havin' a boyfriend
I had nothing decent to wear at all
So I long for a love that I never had
In the good old days when times were bad

No amount of money could buy from me
The memories that I have of then
No amount of money could pay me
To go back and live through it again

In the good old days when times were bad
In the good old days when times were bad

Natalia
Composer(s): Apps; Asa; Moore
Performer(s): Joan Baez; Shusha



Weaver of words
Who lives alone
In fear and sorrow
Where are the words
To set you free
Perhaps tomorrow
Where is the earth
Where is the sky
Where is the light
You long for
What hope have you
Where you are now
Natalia Gorbanevskaja

Inside the ward
Naked and cruel
Where life is stolen
From those who try
To stay alive
And not be broken
Where are the friends
Where are the men
Who among them
Can defend you
Where is the child
You'll never see
Natalia Gorbanevskaja

What else there lives
Behind the door
That never opens
Are you insane
As they say you are
Or just forsaken
Are you still there
Do you still care
Or are you lost forever
I know this song
You'll never hear
Natalia Gorbanevskaja

Natalia Gorbanevskaja

In The Ghetto
Composer(s): Mac Davis
First release by: Elvis Presley - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists

Titles In Other Languages:
1969 - In Chicago (In The Ghetto)
1969 - Negro (aka Era Negro)
1984 - In Het Ghetto



As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
'cause if there's one thing that she don't need
it's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, don't you understand
the child needs a helping hand
or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me
are we too blind to see
do we simply turn our heads
and look the other way

Well the world turns
and a hungry little boy with a runny nose
plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
so he starts to roam the streets at night
and he learns how to steal
and he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
a young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car
tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies
on a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
another little baby child is born
In the ghetto 

Nata Per Me
Composer(s): Adriano Celentano; A. Del Prete; M. Mogol
Performer(s): Adriano Celentano



Non so... Non so...
non mi importa perché... perché
tu sei... tu sei...
ritornata da me... da me...
sei qui ora sono con te...
questo conta per me...
tu sei qui...
accanto a me
accanto a me

Mai più... Mai più...
ripartire potrai. potrai
Mai più... Non so...
senza me tu vivrai. vivrai...
Perché...
tu sei nata per me io son nato per te...
e mai più...
mi lascerai...
ti lascerò

Sei qui...
ora sono con te questo conta per me...
tu sei qui...
accanto a me
accanto a me
accanto a me
accanto a me
accanto a me
accanto a me
accanto a me
accanto a me

In The Garden
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Anne Murray



I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses
And He walks with me
And He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known
He speaks and the sound of His voice
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing
And He walks with me
And He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known
I'd stay in the garden with Him
'Tho the night all around me is falling
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling
And He walks with me
And He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known
None other has ever known

Nasty
Composer(s): James Harris; Janet Jackson; Terry Lewis
Performer(s): Janet Jackson ;
The Starlite Orchestra; Starsound Orchestra



Gimme a beat! 
Sittin' in the movie show, thinkin' nasty thoughts, huh
Better be a gentleman or you turn me off, huh
That's right, a-let me tell it

Nasty
Nasty boys, don't mean a thing, huh
Oh you nasty boys
Nasty
Nasty boys, don't ever change, huh
Oh you nasty boys

I don't like no nasty car, I don't like a nasty food, huh
Ooh ooh yeah
The only nasty thing I like is the nasty groove, huh
Will this one do?
Uh huh, I know

Nasty
Nasty boys, don't mean a thing, huh
Oh you nasty boys
Nasty
Nasty boys, don't ever change, huh
Oh you nasty boys
Nasty
Nasty boys, give me your nasty groove, huh
Oh you nasty boys
Nasty
Nasty boys, let me see your nasty body move, huh
Oh you nasty boys

I could learn to like this
Listen up

I'm not a prude (no)
I just want some respect (that's right)
So close the door if you want me to respond (ooh ooh yeah)
'Cause privacy is my middle name
My last name is Control
No my first name ain't baby
It's Janet
Miss Jackson if you're nasty

Nasty
Nasty boys, don't mean a thing
Oh you nasty boys
Nasty
Nasty boys, don't ever change, huh
Oh you nasty boys

Nasty boys, don't mean a thing
Oh you nasty boys
Don't mean a thing to me, uh
Nasty!
Don't mean a thing, huh
Oh you nasty boys
Uh!

I love this part

Hey!
Who's that thinkin' nasty thoughts?
Nasty boys!
Who's that in that nasty car?
Nasty boys!
Who's that eating that nasty food?
Nasty boys!
Who's jamming to my nasty groove?
Nasty boys!

Ladies
(Nasty boys)
Don't mean a thing

Oh you nasty boys