Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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(T.L.C.) Tender Love And Care Composer(s): Lehman; Lebowsky; Clark Performer(s): Jimmie Rodgers
Tender love and care Makes a life worth living Tender love and care That's what I'll be giving
Every day, every night with you When you're wrong, when you're right, when you're blue I'll give tender love and care to you I'll give tender love and care (tender love and care)
Tender love and care (tender love and care) I will give you always (I will give you always) Tender love and care (tender love and care) Both in big and small ways (both in big and small ways)
When you need me you'll find me there At your side anytime anywhere Giving tender love and care to you Giving tender love and care (tender love and care)
Gentle sweet and kind (gentle sweet and kind) I will always treat you (I will always treat you) Gentle sweet and kind (gentle sweet and kind) Every time I need you (every time I need you)
I will cheer you if you are low I will chase all your cares and woe Giving tender love and care to you (tender love and care) Giving tender love and care (oooooh-ooooooh) Tender love and care (oooooh-ooooooh)
Tender love and care (oooooh-ooooooh) Tender love and care (oooooh-ooooooh) Tender love and care (oooooh-ooooooh)
Cross Your Heart Composer(s): Ted O'Neill First performance by: Tina Reynolds - 1974
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la Cross your heart say I love you Cross Your Heart and Hope to die For a very simple reason and here's the reason why For so many hearts are broken by one little lie Cross your heart and hope to die
Sticks and stones wouldn't break my bones tho' it happened again and again but I came smiling through don't ask me how Playing at games and calling me names never worried me then but it's a different game we're playing now
Cross your heart say I love you Cross Your Heart and Hope to die For a very simple reason and here's the reason why For so many hearts are broken by one little lie Cross your heart and hope to die
It wasn't easy to get up believe me to get up again and again each time they knocked me down it hurt alot Life's got to show now, there's no where to go now This is the end of the line, because I'm giving this one all I've got
Cross your heart say I love you Cross Your Heart and Hope to die For a very simple reason and here's the reason why For so many hearts are broken by one little lie Cross your heart and hope to die La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Please Don't Tease Composer(s): Peter Chester; Bruce Welch Performer(s): Cliff Richard
You tell me that you love me baby, then you say you don't You tell me that you'll come on over, then you say you won't You love me like a hurricane, then you start to freeze I'll give it to you straight right now, please don't tease
You come right out and tell me, you're out with someone new You play it oh so doggon cool, I don't know what to do You never seem to answer me, you just don't here my pleas I'll give it to you one more time, please don't tease
Oh please don't tease me, you know it hurts so much Come on and squeeze me, you know I need your tender touch
But you tell me that you love me baby, then you say you don't You tell me that you'll come on over, then you say you won't You love me like a hurricane, then you start to freeze I'll give it to you straight right now, please don't tease
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
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
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
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)
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
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"