Ain't No Good Life
Composer(s): Steve Gaines
Performer(s): Lynyrd Skynyrd



Ain't no good life 
Not the one that I lead 
'Cause the more I fight the sadness, yeah 
It only seems the more that I grieve 
Well I look back on the good times 
As some lost part of me 
I wanna know, tell me why is it so 
Well just because I don't pray 
Lord, that don't mean I ain't forgiven 
Just 'cause I'm alive 
That don't mean I'm makin' a livin' 

I'm gonna get myself together 
I'm gonna try a dyin' attempt 
Talkin' about the good times slippin' by 
Yeah I tell ya 
I don't even know where last month went 
Well I can't make no money baby 
Well 'cause my money's already spent 
And I know where it went 
I said it went on that damn rent 
Well I don't mean change, baby 
I mean foldin' money 
Well I want lovin', said I don't need a buddy 
I don't need nobody, now 

Ain't exactly my idea 
Its sort of old, borrowed and blue 
Just tryin' to say 
Don't try that straight life buddy 
Oh you'll find it kind of hard on you 
Women, don't try to cook nothin' up, ooh 
Brother you know you'll only wind up in your own stew 
Just don't let nobody tell you, oh what you oughta do 

When Julie Comes Around
Composer(s): Paul Vance; Lee Pockriss
Performer(s): The Cuff Links



A poem with no rhyme
A clock without time
A ship without sails, just drifting on the water
That's just how I feel
Whenever she's gone
That's just how I feel
My life's unreal
But I go on (and on, and on...)

I wait till Julie comes around, and sings a happy song of summer
And lifts my spirit up, and fills my foolish mind with wonder
She smiles a gentle smile
And suddenly I get that feeling, and then
I'm inside out with love
'Cause Julie's come around again

She's just like a bird
She follows the sun
She spread out her wings
And once again she leaves me
It's always the same
I'm broken in two
But after awhile I always know
What I must do...

I wait till Julie comes around, and sings a happy song of summer
And lifts my spirit up, and fills my foolish mind with wonder
She smiles a gentle smile
And suddenly I get that feeling, and then
I'm inside out with love
'Cause Julie's come around again

When Julie comes around and sings a happy song of summer
And lifts my spirit up, and fills my foolish mind with wonder ... 

Ain't No Good Chain Gang
Composer(s): Hal Bynum - Dave Kirby
Performer(s): Waylon Jennings & Johnny Cash; Ed Bruce



Bet it ain't rainin' back home
Bet your sister's still on the phone
Bet Momma's in the kitchen, cooking fried chicken
Wishing that I hadn't done wrong

Yeah, Momma, don't you worry about it none though
Everything's gonna be all right, Momma
They're teaching us a lot of new things in here, Momma
Things like

There ain't no good in an evil-hearted woman
And I ain't cut out to be no Jesse James
And you don't go writin' hot cheques, down in Mississippi
And there ain't no good chain gang

Papa's readin' yesterday's mail
Wishin' that the hay was all baled
I bet he's a-wishin', we could go fishin'
And here I am a-laying in jail

Well, Papa, don't you worry about it none now
Everything's gonna be all right, Papa
They're teaching us a lesson a day; we're learning pretty well, too
We've already learned a whole lot of stuff already
Things like

There ain't no good in an evil-hearted woman
And I ain't cut out to be no Jesse James
And you don't go writin' hot cheques, down in Mississippi
And there ain't no good chain gang

There ain't no good in an evil-hearted woman
And I ain't cut out to be no Jesse James
And you don't go writin' hot cheques, down in Mississippi
And there ain't no good chain gang

There ain't no good in an evil-hearted woman
And I ain't cut out to be no Jesse James
And you don't go writin' hot cheques, down in Mississippi
And there ain't no good chain gang ...

When Judy Smiled
Composer(s): Jimmy Dean; Casons
Performer(s): Jimmy Dean



Things would go at their usual pace
The hustle and bustle as we ran life's race
But the world somehow was a prettier place
When Judy smiled

And that's just what Judy'ld always do
She made you feel that it was just for you
And things that were old became shiny and new
When Judy smiled

The lovely hours, such joy, such fun
A glance, a touch and my whole world spun an'
I felt like a Hershey that was left in the sun
When Judy smiled

Then I saw a face that was filled with pain an'
She hadn't known that I was near
But for me, through eyes that were filled with tears
I saw her smile.....
Judy smiled

Oh God why? Why her? Why now?
Why not me? I deserve somehow
But she'd never hurt anyone, she didn't know how
She just smiled, she always smiled

Through life's empty streets I walk
See no faces and I hear no talk
Flesh and blood that's turned to chalk
'Cos she no longer smiles

The blade thrust deep, my life ebbs slow
God please forgive, but
I gotta try to go
To where Judy smiles 

Ain't No Fun (Waiting Round To Be A Millionaire)
Composer(s): Bon Scott - Malcolm Young - Angus Young
Performer(s): AC/DC



The following is a true story
Only the names have been changed
To protect the guilty

Well I left my job in my home town
And I headed for the smoke
Got a rock 'n' roll band and a fast right hand
Gonna get to the top
Nothing's gonna stop us, no nothing

So if you've got the money, we've got the sound
You put it up and we'll put it down
If you've got the dollar, we've got the song
Just wanna boogie woogie all night long
Yeah boogie

I got holes in my shoes
I got holes in my teeth
I got holes in my socks
I can't get no sleep
I'm trying to make a million

And I got patches on the patches
On my old blue jeans
Well they used to be blue
When they used to be new
When they used to be clean

But I've got a Mumma who's a hummer
Just keeping me alive
While I'm in the band doing drinking with the boys
She's working 9 to 5
She knows her place that woman

Just you wait
One of these days see me driving round town
In my Rock 'n' Rolls Royce with the sun roof down
My bottle of booze, no summer time blues
Shouting out, "Look at me" in my rock 'n' roll voice

No it ain't no fun, yeah
Waiting round to be a millionaire
No it ain't no fun
Waiting round to be a millionaire

Do you believe me
It ain't no fun, no
Waiting round to be a millionaire
It ain't no fun, I don't care what they say
Waiting round to be a millionaire

Drive a Rolls Royce car
No it ain't no fun, and you know it
Waiting round to be a millionaire
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, ain't no fun
Waiting round to be a millionaire

Got a million dollar scream
But it ain't no fun, (ain't no fun), oh no
No it ain't no fun, (ain't no fun), that's what I said
But it ain't no fun, (ain't no fun), and I wanna be rich
No it ain't no fun, (ain't no fun), ain't no fun digging this bitch
Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire, you better believe me
Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire
Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire
No it ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire
No it ain't no fun (ain't no fun)
No it ain't no fun (ain't no fun)
I ain't having no fun (ain't no fun)
No it ain't no fun (ain't no fun)
Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire, no no
Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire
Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire
No it ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire

"Hey Hello Howard, how ya doin'?
"Next door neighbour?"
"Oh yeah... Get your fuckin' jumbo jet off my airport"

(Ain't no fun, ain't no fun)
No it ain't no fun, (ain't no fun)
Hey it ain't no fun, (ain't no fun)
No it ain't no fun, (ain't no fun)
Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire
Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire
No it ain't no fun, no it ain't no fun, ain't no fun
(Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire)
(Ain't no fun...)

When Johnny Comes Marching Home
Composer(s): Roger Edens; Louis Lambert
Performer(s): Judy Garland



When Johnny comes marching home again
Hurrah! Hurrah! 
We'll give him a hearty welcome then 
Hurrah! Hurrah! 
Oh, the men will cheer the boys will shout 
The ladies they will all turn out
And we'll all feel gay 
When Johnny comes marching home
And we'll all feel gay 
When Johnny comes marching home 

Get ready for the Jubilee
Hurrah! Hurrah! 
We'll give the hero three times three
Hurrah! Hurrah! 
Well, the laurel wreath is ready now 
To place upon his loyal brow
And we'll all feel gay 
When Johnny comes marching home
And we'll all feel gay 
When Johnny comes marching home 

In eighteen hundred and sixty-one 
Hurrah! Hurrah! 
That was when the war begun
Hurrah! Hurrah! 
In eighteen hundred and sixty-two
Both sides were falling too
And we'll all drink stone wine
When Johnny comes marching home
And we'll all drink stone wine 
When Johnny comes marching home

In eighteen hundred and sixty-three
Hurrah! Hurrah! 
Old Abe, he ended slavery
Hurrah! Hurrah! 
In eighteen hundred and sixty-three 
Old Abe, he ended slavery
And we'll all drink stone wine
When Johnny comes marching home
And we'll all drink stone wine 
When Johnny comes marching home

In eighteen hundred and sixty-four
Hurrah! Hurrah! 
Abe called for five hundred thousand more
Hurrah! Hurrah! 
In eighteen hundred and sixty-five
They talked rebellion--strife
And we'll all drink stone wine 
When Johnny comes marching home
And we'll all drink stone wine 
When Johnny comes marching home 

No Doubt About It
Composer(s): Mike Burns - S. Glen - Donny Most
Performer(s): Hot Chocolate



If someone tells you there's no other form of life

And you believe in that too
I'm gonna tell you 'bout the other night

I swear that true
A cloud of white and gren and flying ships I've never seen

Came into my view
Was I frighted
was I scared

Was I thrown into confusion
As they glided down so silently

It wasn't an illusion
Oh
no doubt about it
Oh
no
No doubt about it

What kind of magnetism kept me in this place

Was it out of my control?
What was this ship from out of space?
What was the creature that appeared before my eyes?
Was it good
was it evil

On this ship from other skies?
I was frighted
I was scared

I was thrown into confusion
As they stood right there in front of me

What can they be
no illusion
Oh
no doubt about it
Oh
no
No doubt about it

Stood right there in front of me

What can they be
no illusion
Oh
no doubt about it
Oh
no
No doubt about it

When Joanna Loved Me
Composer(s): Jack Segal; Robert Wells
Performer(s): Tony Bennett;
and various other artists



Today is just another day, tomorrow is a guess
But yesterday, oh, what I'd give for yesterday
To relive one yesterday and its happiness

When Joanna loved me
Every town was Paris
Every day was Sunday
Every month was May

When Joanna loved me
Every sound was music
Music made of laughter
Laughter that was bright and gay

But when Joanna left me
May became December
But, even in December, I remember
Her touch, her smile, and for a little while

She loves me
And once again it's Paris
Paris on a Sunday
And the month is May 

Ain't No Cure For Love
((Swiss Version: Äs Git Kei Kur Gägs D'liäbi (by Sina) - 1995))
Composer(s): Leonard Cohen
First release by: Jennifer Warnes - 1986
Covered by multiple other artists



I've loved you for a long, long time
I know this love is real
It don't matter how it all went wrong
That don't change the way I feel
I don't believe that time can heal this wound I'm speaking of
Ah, there ain't no cure
There ain't no cure
There ain't no cure for love

I'm aching for you baby
I can't pretend I'm not
I love to see you naked
In your body and your thought
I've got you like a habit
Oh I'll never get enough
Ah, there ain't no cure
There ain't no cure
There ain't no cure for love

There ain't no cure for love
There ain't no cure for love
No cure no drug, it's all been 
I can't get nothing done, and be with anyone
I want your brother love, I want that other love
And no cure for love

I don't expect the melody
Just because the things are rough
And I seem became so careful
To forget how good it were
I've never given in
Oh, I've never given up baby
Ah, there ain't no cure
There ain't no cure
There ain't no cure for love
Ain't no cure for love
No cure no drug, no no
I can't get nothing done, I can't be with anyone
There ain't no cure for love

When It's Springtime In The Rockies
Composer(s): Robert Sauer; Mary Hale Woolsey
Performer(s): Gene Autry;
and various other artists



The twilight shadows deepen into night, dear
The city lights are gleaming o'er the snow
I sit alone beside the cheery fire dear
I'm dreaming dreams from out the long ago
I fancy it is springtime in the mountain
The flowers with their colors are aflame
And ev'ry day I hear you softly saying
"I'll wait until the springtime comes again"

When it's springtime in the rockies
I am coming back to you
Little sweetheart of the mountains
With your bonny eyes of blue
Once again I'll say "I love you"
While the birds sing all the day
When it's springtime in the rockies
In the rockies, far away

When it's springtime in the rockies
I am coming back to you
Little sweetheart of the mountains
With your bonny eyes of blue
Once again I'll say "I love you"
While the birds sing all the day
When it's springtime in the rockies
In the rockies, far away

I've kept your image guarded in my heart, dear
I've kept my love for you, as pure as dew
I'm longing for the time when I shall come, dear
Back to that dear, old western home and you
I fancy it is springtime in the mountains
The maple leaves in first sky-green appear
I hear you softly say, my queen of Maytime
"This springtime you have come to meet me here"

When it's springtime in the rockies
I am coming back to you
Little sweetheart of the mountains
With your bonny eyes of blue
Once again I'll say "I love you"
While the birds sing all the day
When it's springtime in the rockies
In the rockies, far away 

Ain't No Crime
Composer(s): Billy Joel
Performer(s): Billy Joel



You got to open your eyes in the morning
Nine o'clock comin' with out any warnin'
And you gotta get ready to go
You say you went out late last evenin'
Did a lot of drinkin'
Come home stinkin'
And you went and fell asleep on the floor
And then your lady comes and finds you asleepin'
Starts in to weepin' 'bout the hours you been keepin'
And you better get your ass out the door

Ain't no crime
Say ev'rybody gets that way some time
Ain't no crime
You know it's good to get it on to get a load off your mind
Oh no, it ain't no crime 
Oh

You got to open your eyes in the morning
Nine o'clock comin' with out any warnin'
And you gotta get ready to go
Well now you tell me you love somebody
And you'll love 'em forever
You may love 'em forever
But you won't like 'em all of the time
Well now you tell me you need somebody for the rest of your life
You might have somebody
But you won't want 'em ev'ryday

Ain't no crime
Say ev'rybody gets that way some time
Ain't no crime
Well it's just human nature
Happens all the time
Oh no, it ain't no crime 
Oh

And just as surely as the wind keeps blowin'
The grass keeps growin'
You gotta keep goin'
And the Lord have mercy on your soul
La, la la la

When It's Springtime In Alaska (It's Forty Below)
Composer(s): Tillman Franks; Johnny Horton
Performer(s): Johnny Horton;
and various other artists



I mushed from Point Barrow through a blizzard of snow
Been out prospectin' for two years or so
Pulled into Fairbanks the city was a boom
So I took a little stroll to the Red Dog Saloon

As I walked in the door the music was clear
The purtiest voice I had heard in two years
The song she was singin' made a man's blood run cold
When it's springtime in Alaska, it's forty below

(When it's springtime in Alaska, it's forty below)

It was Redheaded Lil who was singin' so sweet
I reached down and took the snowpacks off my feet
I reached for the gal who was singin' the tune
We did the Eskimo Hop all around the saloon

With a caribou crawl and the grizzly bear hug
We did our dance on a kodiak rug
The song she kept singin' made a man's blood run cold
When it's springtime in Alaska, it's forty below

I was as innocent as I could be
I didn't know Lil was big Ed's wife to be
He took out his knife and he gave it a throw
When it's springtime in Alaska, I'll be six feet below

(When it's springtime in Alaska, he'll be six feet below) 

Ain't Misbehavin'
Composer(s): Harry Brooks - Andy Razaf - Fats Waller
Performer(s): Louis Armstrong
and multiple other artists



No one to talk with
All by myself
No one to walk with
But I'm happy on the shelf
Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' my love for you

I know for certain
The one I love
I'm through with flirtin'
It's just you I'm thinkin' of
Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' my love for you

Like Jack Horner
In the corner
Don't go nowhere
What do I care?
Your kisses are worth waitin' for
Believe me

I don't stay out late
Don't care to go
I'm home about eight
Just me and my radio
Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' my love for you

When It's Sleepy Time Down South
Composer(s): Clarence Muse; Otis René; Leon René
Performer(s): Mel Tormé;
and various other artists



Pale moon shining on the fields below
Folks are crooning songs soft and low
Needn't tell me so, because I know
It's sleepy time down south

Soft winds blowing through the pinewood trees
Folks down there live a life of ease
When the twilight brings the evening breeze
It's sleepy time down south

Steamboats on the river a-comin' and a-goin'
Splashing the night away
Hear those banjos ringin', the folks are all a-singin'
They dance till break of day

Dear old southland, with its dreamy songs
Takes me back there where I belong
How I'd love to be in mother's arms
When it's sleepy time down south 

Ain't Love Funny
Composer(s): J.J. Cale
Performer(s): J.J. Cale



She brings me flowers from the waterwell
She keeps me laughing all day
We ride on a horse to the river and back
Ain’t love funny, funny it’s funny
Aint’ love funny that way
She calls in the evening to tell me she’s back
She likes to talk on the phone
Would I come over and just rub her back
Ain’t love funny, funny it’s funny
Ain’t love funny you know
This woman’s touch, it is too much
Tingles right to the bone
Her hand’s so slight with a wink in her eyes
Keeps me comin’ back home
She gives everything expects no return
She’s always there when I’m down
Love her a day, don’t go away
Ain’t love funny, funny it’s funny
Funny when it comes around
We go on for hours about nothin’ at all
We never know what it means
Sometimes it’s easy, sometimes it’s not
Ain’t love funny, funny it’s funny
Funny it’s just what it seems

(When It's) Orange Blossom Time In Loveland
(I'll Be Waiting At The Church For You)
Composer(s): Jeff Branen; Arthur Lange



Don't you sigh, don't you cry, good times will soon be coming
Springtime must come again
By and by you and I
a tune will soon be humming more like a wedding strain
For the day is dawning near, I'll be with you never fear

Winter's here, spring is near
for time is ever flying
soon we must welcome June
Then my dear, never fear 
You'll have no time for sighing
then's when we'll honeymoon
With your sweetheart by your side
you will be a blushing bride

When it's orange blossom time in loveland 
don't forget to wear your wedding gown
dress right up in style, wear your sweetest smile
I'm coming, I'm coming, I'll soon be back in town 
When you hear those wedding bells a ringing
then you'll understand just what to do
When it's orange blossom time in loveland 
I'll be waiting at the church for you 

Ain't Livin' Long Like This
Composer(s): Rodney Crowell
Performer(s): Foghat
and multiple other artists



I looked for trouble and found it son
Straight down the barrel of a lawman's gun
I'd try to run but I don't think I can

If I move I'm a dead man

Ain't livin' long like this
I can't live at all like this can I baby
He slipped the cuffs on behind my back
Then left me freezing on a steel rail rack
They got `em all in the jailhouse don't they baby
I ain't livin' long like this
Can't live at all like this can I baby

Grew up in Houston off a wayside drive
Son of a carhop in an all-night dive
He drove a stock car to an early death
All I remember is a drunk man's breath
Ain't livin' long like this
I can't live at all like this can I baby

We know the story how the wheel goes `round
Don't let `em take you to the man downtown
I can't sleep at all in the jailhouse can I baby
Ain't livin' long like this
I can't live at all like this can I baby

I live for Angel she's the roadhouse queen
Make Texas Ruby look like Sandra Dee
I want to love her but I don't know how

I'm at the bottom of the jailhouse now
Ain't livin' long like this
I can't live at all like this can I baby

You know the story `bout the jailhouse rock
Go on and do it just don't get caught
They got `em all in the jailhouse don't they baby
Ain't livin' long like this
I can't live at all like this can I baby

Ain't livin' long like this
I swear I can't live at all like this can I baby
Oh baby
Take it home for me
Ain't livin' long like this am I baby

When It's Night-Time In Italy
It's Wednesday Over Here 
Composer(s): Lew Brown; James Kendis
Performer(s): The Everly Brothers;
and various other artists



A Rah-Rah-Rah-Rah college boy threw all his books away
He said, "I've lost my appetite, my hair is turning grey
I know my Greek and History, and Latin is a "pie"
But if East is East and West is West, then won't you tell me why

When it's night time in Italy it's Wednesday over here
When it's fish day in Germany
You can't get shaved in Massachusetts
How high is up? I'd like to know
How low is down? And when will we have snow?
If you bump into Gallager you'll find that Sean is near
When it's night-time in Italy it's Wednesday over here"

When it's night time in Italy it's Wednesday over here
When it's Christmas in Albany
They're catching fish in Scandinavia
That's right, you're wrong
No, no; you're wrong; that's right
Although the days are long
It's always cool at night
If you can't play the piccolo
The holidays are near
When it's night time in Italy and Wednesday over here

This Rah-Rah-Rah-Rah college boy stood up in class and said
"I looked up my Geography, and found out Ceasar's dead!
The reason I speak Portuguese is I'm some clever guy
But if "parley vous" means "how are you" 
then won't you tell me why

When it's night-time in Italy it's Wednesday over here
All the onions in Sicily make people cry in California
You drive a horse. I drive a Ford
That doesn't prove a sailor is a board
If you talk to an Eskimo his breath will freeze your ear
When it's night-time in Italy it's Wednesday over here

When it's night-time in Italy it's Wednesday over here
When it's wash day in Piccardy
They're eating ice cream cones in Georgia
Sixteen and four makes thirty one
Take eight from five and your day's work is done
There are people who hesitate, but corned-beef makes them cheer
When it's night-time in Italy and Wednesday over here

When it's night time in Italy, it's Wednesday over here
When the wind blows in Louisville
I always dream of Julius Caesar
Young folks are young, of course
And old folks are old, why not
Fire is very hot, but ice is sometimes cold
Try and fondle a porcupine, what makes ice cream so dear?
When it's night time in Italy, it's Wednesday over here

I saw a Chinaman 
Fight a Scandinavian
Up steped an Englishman, and said, "I'd like to speak
Why kick this man around?
Why strike him when he's down?
Just hit him with a hammer and then bite him on his cheek!"

Up stepped an Irish cop
Who said, "This fight will have to stop
I'd like to know what the scrap is all about"
They said, "When we tell you
It will drive you nutty too"
And so they held the traffic up while they tried to figure out

When it's night-time in Italy, it's Wednesday over here
When the snow falls in Araby
They're squeezing grapes in California
Look at you here. Grass on the dew
Leather shoes are black, but other shoes are new
If there's sunshine in Washington, what makes the moonshine dear?
When it's night time in Italy, it's Wednesday over here

If you lay on a mattress, you'll find that spring is near
If you haven't an appetite, just think of Paul Revere
By the time that they pass a bill to bring back wine and beer
It'll be night-time in Italy and Wednesday over here 

Temptation
Composer(s): Tom Waits
Performer(s): Tom Waits



Rusted brandy in a diamond glass
everything is made from dreams
time is made from honey slow and sweet
only the fools know what it means
temptation, temptation, temptation
oh, temptation, temptation, I can't resist
I know that she is made of smoke
but I've lost my way
she knows that I am broke
so that I must play
temptation, temptation, temptation
oh, whoa, temptation, temptation, I can't resist
Dutch pink and Italian blue
she is waiting there for you
my will has disappeared
now my confusion's oh so clear
temptation, temptation, temptation
whoa, whoa, temptation, temptation

When It's Moonlight On The Rio Grande
Composer(s): Casper Nathan; Earl K. Smith



Oh, Mandy Lee, your smile is haunting me
and in my dreams it always seems 
I'm going back to scenes that used to be 
when we stood beside the dear old Rio Grande

Oh, Mandy Lee, there's joy for you and me 
beside the stream where we could dream of golden days
the days that used to be when we strolled beside the dear old Rio Grande

When it's moonlight on the Rio Grande, and the stars shine on the gleaming sand
that's the time I'm coming back to see if the moonlight brings your love to me 
When the moonbeams gleam up on the dew I will tell my love for you
I'll be coming back to claim your hand when it's moonlight on the Rio Grande