Sloppy Drunk
Composer(s): Jimmy Rogers
Performer(s): B.B. King



I would rather be sloppy drunk, than anything I know
I would rather be sloppy drunk, than anything I know
Give me another half a pint boy, then you will see me go

Now I love that moonshine whiskey now, tell the world I do
Yes I love that moonshine whiskey now, tell the world I do
Now this is the reason why that I drink, I'm just trying to get along with you

I said oh, oh, bring me another half a pint
I said mmmmh, bring me another half a pint
Well I believe I'll get drunk boy, and then we gonna rock this joint

Well I love that moonshine whiskey now, tell the world I do
Yes I love that moonshine whiskey now, tell the world I do
Now this is the reason why that I drink, I'm just trying to get along with you

I said oh, oh, bring me another half a pint
I said mmmmh, bring me another half a pint
Well I believe I'll get drunk boy, and then we gonna rock this joint

I See A Star
Composer(s): Gerrit Den Braber; Hans van Hemert
First performance by: Mouth & MacNeal - 1974



The days and nights went by but no one told me

They can be fun too if you only see
There's such a lot of beauty you can live for
You only need someone to open up your eyes

And you will see things never seen before

I see a star

A brand-new star

It's right there twinklin'
In your eyes

I see a face

A happy face

It's like the mirror of my mind

I see a star . . .
I see a face . . .

You opened up my eyes for all the beauty
The beauty we're inhaling every day
It's been there all my life so it's my duty
I won't loose sight of it
the fire that you lit

Will keep on burning till the end of time

I see a star . . .
I see a face . . .
I see a star . . .

Happiness now is being shared by two
I just started my life anew

I see a star . . .
I see a face . . .

Please Don't Play Red River Valley
Composer(s): Johnny Cash
Performer(s): Johnny Cash



Well I see you got yourself a brand new harmonica
Mail ordered from the Steagal's catalogue
Boy I hope you can learn to play it like Lonnie Glossom
And while you added you to oughta learn a verse or two
Of Red River Valley Oh My Darling Clementine or Salty Dog
Oh but please don't play Red River Valley
And how about Polly Wolly doodle all day and see
You know the only song I ever learned to play on my 2 dollar and 98 cent harmonica
That I got from Wayne Raney in Clint Texas
C-l-i-n-t Clint Texas was Red River Valley
Then she said farewell to my french harp and me

Well I see you're doin' pretty good on your new harmonica
But don't you think you oughta learn about one more tune you know
See you hold it like you's gonna eat a handful of popcorn
And sometime you suck in and sometimes you blow
But friend now please don't play Red River Valley
And how about Polly Wolly doodle all day
Like I said the only song I ever learnd
On my 2 dollar and 98 cent harmonica that I got from Clint Texas
From Wayne Raney in Clint Texas was Red River Valley
Oh then she said farewell to my french harp and me

Sloop John B ((aka Wreck Of The John B. (The Weavers) - 1950))
((Adapted from: The John B. Sails (Traditional))
(Dutch Version: Hallo Ajouw - 1989)
Composer(s): Traditional - Carl Sandburg - Lee Hays
Performer(s): The Kingston Trio - 1958
and multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1966 - Mister John B. (Sylvie Vartan)
1989 - Hallo Ajouw (Normaal)



We come on the sloop John B
My grandfather and me
Around Nassau town we did roam
Drinking all night
Got into a fight
Well I feel so broke up
I want to go home

So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I want to go home, yeah, yeah
Well I feel so broke up
I want to go home

The first mate he got drunk
And broke in the Captain's trunk
The constable had to come and take him away
Sheriff John Stone
Why don't you leave me alone, yeah, yeah
Well I feel so broke up I want to go home

So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I want to go home, let me go home
Why don't you let me go home
(Hoist up the John B's sail)
Hoist up the John B
I feel so broke up I want to go home
Let me go home

The poor cook he caught the fits
And threw away all my grits
And then he took and he ate up all of my corn
Let me go home
Why don't they let me go home
This is the worst trip I've ever been on

So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I want to go home, let me go home
Why don't you let me go home

Please Don't Leave Me
Composer(s): Phil Lynott; John Sykes
Performer(s): John Sykes



In the summer we'd be crazy
We'd fool around all the time
Oh now I loved that girl
When she was mine
But now she's left me
For another guy
And it realy brought me down
For without that girl
I was lost and found

Oh darling please don't hurt me this way
Oh darling please don't leave me
Oh darling don't leave me
Oh darling please don't leave me

Now I get messed up
And I fool aroung
But there's no fun anymore
They say times must change
But I'm not so sure
Lost loves of summer
As we go out separate way
Remember memories you owe
Won't bring back those special days

(Chorus)

Please Don't Leave Me 
Composer(s): Fats Domino
Performer(s): Fats Domino



woooo, woooo, woooo, woooo 
wooo, wooo 
woohoo, woohoo, woohoo, woohoo, woohoo 
woohoo, woohoo 

Please don't leave me, baby, please don't go 
Please don't leave me, baby, please don't go 
Well if you go away and leave me, gee you gonna hurt me so 
Yes I love you baby 
Gonna tell all the world I do 
Yes I love you baby 
Gonna tell all the world I do 
Well if go away leave me don't know what I'm gonna do 

woooo, woooo, woooo, woooo 
wooo, wooo 
woohoo, woohoo, woohoo, woohoo 
woohoo, woohoo

Hallo Ajouw
((Adapted from: The John B. Sails (Traditional))
Composer(s): Traditional - Carl Sandburg - Lee Hays - Jan Manschot
Performer(s): Normaal - 1989

Versions In Other Languages:
1950 - Wreck Of The John B. (The Weavers)
1966 - Mister John B. (Sylvie Vartan)
1958 - Sloop John B (The Kingston Trio)



Wat waren wi-j nog jong, toen wi-j der an begonnen
Wi-j kwamen, wi-j zagen en wi-j overwonnen
Der is een tied van kommen, moar ook een toed van goan
Wi-j zegt hallo - en ik zeg ajouw

Joaren in 't rond, wi-j gingen van mond tut mond
Heftig hoken, 't bier vloag in 't rond
Gewoon gin gezeur, wi-j slept ow der deur
De kop der veur, wi-j donderen deur

Altied met z'n vieren, wie konnen de wereld an
Wat zo'k zeien, wi-j trokken ons eigen plan
't Wier de hoogste tied veur 't hardste lied
Al die verhalen die deren ons niet

Ik zeg nou ajouw - wi-j zegt nog steeds hallo
Ik stop der met - en wi-j goat deur met de show
Der is een tied van kommen - moar ok een tied van goan
Wi-j zegt hallo - en ik zeg ajouw

Wi-j stonnen veur kabaal, 't dak dat mos der af
Hoken in de zaal, iedereen wier maf
I-j mot niet blieven stoan, altied wieter goan
Ik zeg ajouw, moar zal wel blieven sloan

Ik zeg nou ajouw - wi-j zegt nog steeds hallo
Ik stop der met - en wi-j goat deur met de show
Der is een tied van kommen - moar ok een tied van goan
Wi-j zegt hallo - en ik zeg ajouw

Please Don't Go
Composer(s): Harry Wayne Casey; Richard Finch
Performer(s): K.C. & The Sunshine Band



I love you
Yeah
Babe, I love you so
I want you to know
That I'm going to miss your love
The minute you walk out that door
(Chorus)
So please don't go
Don't go
Don't go away
Please don't go
Don't go
I'm begging you to stay
If you leave
At least in my lifetime
I've had one dream come true
I was blessed to be loved
By someone as wonderful as you
(Chorus)
Hey, hey, hey
Yeah
Babe, I love you so
I, I want yo to know
That I'm going to miss your love
The minute you walk out that door
So please don't go
Don't go
Don't go away
Hey, hey, hey
I need your love
I'm down on my knees
Beggin' please, please, please
Don't go
Don't you hear me baby

Please don't go

Don't leave me now
Oh, no, no, no, no
Please don't go
I want you to know
That I, I, I, love you so
Don't leave me baby
Please don't go

Fleur De Liberté
Composer(s): Jacques Hustin; Frank F. Gérald
First performance by: Jacques Hustin - 1974



Reviens sur la terre, fleur de liberté
Reviens sur la terre, nos curs sont prisonniers
Il y a tant à faire et tant à aimer
Reviens sur la terre, fleur de liberté

Est-ce vraiment un enfant du Bon Dieu que j'ai vu passer ce matin?
Il avait l'air déjà d'un petit vieux qui n'attend rien du lendemain
Est-ce vraiment un homme à qui j'ai parlé? - Il me regardait sans me voir
Pourtant rien d'autre ne nous séparait que le grillage d'un comptoir

Reviens sur la terre, fleur de liberté
Reviens sur la terre, nos curs sont prisonniers
Il y a tant à faire et tant à aimer
Reviens sur la terre, fleur de liberté

Toi qui étais la princesse du vent, est-ce bien ici que tu vis
Dans ce palais de verre et de ciment où les arbres sont l'ennemi?
Tu as les doigts crispés sur l'avenir sans voir que le présent est mort
L'heure est venue pour moi de repartir, ce soir je serai seul encore

Reviens sur la terre, fleur de liberté
Reviens sur la terre, nos curs sont prisonniers
Il y a tant à faire et tant à aimer
Reviens sur la terre, fleur de liberté
(bis)

Please Don't Go
Composer(s): Les Reed; Jackie Rae
Performer(s): Donald Peers



Please don't go, I beg you don't go
For I need you here with me
If we part, down deep in my heart
I know what the end will be

No one else can take your place
The love that I have known
If I don't see your sweet face
My life I'll live alone

Stay here with me
That's the way it should be
The World can see
That I can't set you free

Just this once, I beg you just once
Forgive me for what I've done
I adore you, I was meant for you
Much more than anyone

Darling, I love you so
More than you seem to know
Stay here with me
Please don't go

Sloan
Composer(s): Bill Fries; Chip Davis
Performer(s): C.W. McCall



Well I found him on the corner of seventh and main 
In the Iowa township of Sloan 
He 'as tired an' he 'as hungry, he 'as old an' he 'as grungy 
And parked, in a no parkin' zone 

Well I bent down and says how ya doin' old fella 
He tried to get up on his own 
Then I gave him a piece of my ham salad sandwich 
And he reached up an' licked on my nose 

(He gave him a piece of his ham salad sandwich 
And reached up and licked on his nose 
Old Sloan) 

Well I opened the door of my old beat-up semi 
Threw an old dirty shirt on the floor 
He hopped in an' layed his self down by the gearshift 
Curled up and started to snore 

For years we went truckin' them highways together 
On the byways of life we did roam 
With his paws on the dashboard, his head out the windah 
And his ears in the breeze gently blowin' 

(With his paws on the dashboard 
His head out the windah 
And his ears in the breeze gently blowin' 
Old Sloan) 

Then one mornin' last May, four miles north of Mondamin 
I stopped to use a pay telephone 
Old Sloan made a fireplug, while I made a phone call 
And when I come back he was gone 

Well I searched forty miles of that interstate highway 
And the byways that we used to roam 
From Ricketts to Redline, Magnolia to Woodbine 
But I just couldn't find poor old Sloan 

(From Fiscus to Jacksonville 
Quick to Correctionville 
Looked like the end for old Sloan) 

Poor old fella 
He din't have no license nor shots nor nothin' 
I thought he 'as a goner 

Then on a cold winter day on the ninth of November 
I 'as drivin' my rig all alone 
When my eye caught a blur in my left rear view mirror 
And my ears heard the sound of old Sloan 

He 'as runnin' as fast as his old legs would run him 
And cryin' for me to slow down 
His tail was a waggin' his tongue was a draggin' 
As I opened the door for old Sloan 

(His tail was a waggin' 
His tongue was a draggin' 
As he opened the door for old Sloan 
Old Sloan) 

Well I gave him a hug and he licked me all over 
And I threw him his old dirty bone 
Then in through the windah jumped a poodle from Pisgah 
And she set on down beside Sloan 

(Then in through the windah jumped a poodle from Pisgah 
And set herself down beside Sloan 
Old Sloan) 

So that's where ya been boy... 
Hey, she's kinda pertty... 
Aww, Sloan...

Please Don't Bury Me
Composer(s): John Prine
Performer(s): John Prine;
Rig the Jig; Erik Viel



Woke up this morning
Put on my slippers
Walked in the kitchen and died
And oh what a feeling!
When my soul
Went thru the ceiling
And on up into heaven I did ride
When I got there they did say
John, it happened this way
You slipped upon the floor
And hit your head
And all the angels say
Just before you passed away
These were the very last words
That you said:

Chorus:
Please don't bury me
Down in that cold cold ground
No, I'd druther have "em" cut me up
And pass me all around
Throw my brain in a hurricane
And the blind can have my eyes
And the deaf can take both of my ears
If they don't mind the size
Give my stomach to Milwaukee
If they run out of beer
Put my socks in a cedar box
Just get "em" out of here
Venus de Milo can have my arms
Look out! I've got your nose
Sell my heart to the junkman
And give my love to Rose

Repeat Chorus

Give my feet to the footloose
Careless, fancy free
Give my knees to the needy
Don't pull that stuff on me
Hand me down my walking cane
It's a sin to tell a lie
Send my mouth way down south
And kiss my ass goodbye

Celui Qui Reste Et Celui Qui S'en Va
First performance by: Romuald Figuier - 1974



À la fin d'un amour, celui qui reste est le perdant
Celui qui part sait déjà que quelqu'un l'attend
À la fin d'un amour, à l'instant du dernier regard
Il y a toujours toujours sur Terre quelque part

Celui qui reste et celui qui s'en va
Celui qui parle et celui qui n'ose pas
Celui qui pleure, celui qui baisse les yeux
Il y a toujours toujours à l'instant d'un adieu

Celui qui reste et celui qui s'en va
Celui qui triche et celui qui ne sait pas
Celui qui va très bientôt trouver l'oubli
Et l'autre qui restera seul toute sa vie
Toute sa vie

Bien sûr je te comprends, il fallait en arriver là
Tu as la force de partir, je ne l'ai pas
Bien sûr que je comprends, bien sûr que je ne t'en veux pas
Mais déjà nous voilà devenus toi et moi

Celui qui reste et celui qui s'en va
Celui qui parle et celui qui n'ose pas
Celui qui pleure, celui qui baisse les yeux
Il y a toujours toujours à l'instant d'un adieu

Celui qui reste et celui qui s'en va
Celui qui triche et celui qui ne sait pas
Celui qui va très bientôt trouver l'oubli
Et l'autre qui restera seul toute sa vie

Celui qui reste et celui qui s'en va

Please Don't Ask About Barbara
Composer(s): Bill Buchanan; Jack Keller
Performer(s): Bobby Vee; Gene McDaniels



Please don't ask about Barbara
Don't ask me if she's found somebody new
'cause I would try to smile but in a little while
My tears would show and then you'd know it's true
Please don't ask about Barbara
The hurt will bring the teardrops to my eyes
Though I would pretend that now she's just a friend
You'd look at me and see right through the lies
Tears, tears, go away, come again another day
How can I hide this pain I feel inside
When little teardrops give my heart away?
Don't you ever tell Barbara
I'd rather die than let her know I'm cryin'
Let her run around until the day she's found
She needs me back again but this I ask till then
"Please don't ask about Barbara"

Slipstream
Composer(s): Ian Anderson
Performer(s): Jethro Tull



Well the lush separation enfolds you
and the products of wealth
push you along on the bow wave
of the spiritless undying selves
And you press on God's waiter your last dime
as he hands you the bill
And you spin in the slipstream
timeless unreasoning
paddle right out of the mess

Please Come To Boston
Composer(s): Dave Loggins
Performer(s): Dave Loggins



Please come to Boston for the springtime
I'm stayin' here with some friends and they've got lotsa room
You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk
By a café here I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston
She said "No
Would you come home to me?"

And she said, "Hey ramblin' boy now won't cha settle down?
Boston ain't your kinda town
There ain't no gold and there ain't nobody like me
I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee"

Please come to Denver with the snowfall
We'll move up into the mountains so far that we can't be found
And throw "I love you" echoes down the canyon
And then lie awake at night till they come back around
Please come to Denver
She said "No 
Boy, would you come home to me?"

And she said, "Hey ramblin' boy why don't cha settle down?
Denver ain't your kinda town
There ain't no gold and there ain't nobody like me
'Cause I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee"

Now this drifter's world goes 'round and 'round
And I doubt that it's ever gonna stop
But of all the dreams I've lost or found
And all that I ain't got
I still need to lean to
Somebody I can sing to

Please come to LA to live forever
California life alone is just too hard to build
I live in a house that looks out over the ocean
And there's some stars that fell from the sky
Livin' up on the hill
Please come to LA
She just said "No 
Boy, won't you come home to me?" 
And she said, "Hey ramblin' boy why don't cha settle down?
LA can't be your kinda town
There ain't no gold and there ain't nobody like me
No, no, I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee"

"I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee"

Bye Bye I Love You
Composer(s): Ralph Siegel; Michael Kunze; Humbert Ibach
First performance by: Ireen Sheer - 1974



Moi, je ne savais presque pas parler français
Quand on s'est connu tous les deux
De ton côté, tu ne dis pas un mot d'anglais
Mais tu devinais dans mes yeux et nous étions heureux
Tous les rêves sont permis, pourtant ce soir, je te quitte
Ton cœur a changé si vite que nos rêves sont finis
Bye, bye, I love you, love you
C'était le plus bel été de ma vie
I love you, chéri
Le cœur meurtri, je pars en laissant derrière moi
Tant de peine, tant de jours, tant d'amour avec toi
Tous les rêves sont permis, je t'aimais, j'avais confiance
J'attendais de l'existence, ce que tu m'avais promis
Tous les rêves sont permis, tu n'as pas été fidèle
Tu m'as fait pleurer pour elle, trop de fois tu m'as menti
Bye, bye, I love you, love you
C'était le plus bel été de ma vie
I love you, chéri
Le cœur meurtri, je pars en laissant derrière moi
Tant de peine, tant de jours, tant d'amour avec toi
Bye, bye, I love you, love you
C'était le plus bel été de ma vie
I love you, chéri
Le cœur meurtri, je pars en laissant derrière moi
Tant de peine, tant de jours, tant d'amour avec toi
Mais pour nous partager, regretter, et t'aimer comme avant
Mais pour nous partager, regretter, et s'aimer comme avant

Please Believe Me
Performer(s): The Elegants



Oooooooooooooh, believe me

(Believe me, please believe me
believe me, please believe me)

Just don't know ???
No-one else has no heart
For you just melt

When I walk, walk along
When I walk along with you

Say, you find it hard 
To believe my heart ???
When I talk, talk to you
I don't know, know what to do

I ??? you been untrue
Every time that I speak
You know to you, I don't lie

All I have to do is look in your eyes
And I weap
Can't you see that ???
There's a tear in my eyes

Oh, believe me

Slipping Through My Fingers
Composer(s): Benny Andersson; Björn Ulvaeus
First recording/First release by: ABBA - 1981
Covered by multiple other artists



Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I'm losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when she's gone there's that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can't deny
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
(Slipping through my fingers all the time)
Well, some of that we did but most we didn't
And why I just don't know

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers...

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile...

Please Be My Boyfriend
Composer(s): Esther Navarro; Jesse Powell
Performer(s): The Shirelles



Please be my boyfriend 
I've been waiting for a long long time 
All my lonely life to call you mine 
Oh little boy, say yes 

I tell you (yes yes), why won't you be my boyfriend? 
Please give my heart one little chance 
and we can have a real romance 
Oh little boy, say yes 

I'll be faithful and true; please let me prove it to you 
I love you madly and I'll feel this way until eternity 
Please be my boyfriend 
Please be my lovin' loverboy 
and you can fill my heart with joy 
Oh little boy, say yes 

I'll be faithful and true; please let me prove it to you 
I love you madly and I'll feel this way until eternity 
Please be my boyfriend 
(repeat) 
Ooo boyfriend