Arkansas
Composer(s): Damon Black
Performer(s): Wilburn Brothers
and multiple other artists



Oh, the bram' bush took the cabin I was born in
And the browry claimed the fields I used to plow
There's a yearnin' in my heart to be going
To that forty acre patch got sewed in sprouts

Arkansas, are your rivers still flowin'
Is your cotton growin', white as snow
Are the squirrels still a barkin'
Up on old Crody's Ridge
Has the girl I been sparkin'
Gone and burned another bridge
Arkansas

I have known the troubles
I was born to know
I have wanted things
A poor man's born to want

And in all my dreams and mem'ries
I go runnin'
Through the fields of Arkansas
From which I sprung

Arkansas, are your rivers still flowin'
Is your cotton growin', white as snow
Do the young men still piddle
With the thought of growin' rich
And slowly turn to old folks
Sittin' whittle'in on a stick
Arkansas

Arkansas

Dirty Old Egg Sucking Dog
Composer(s): Jack Clement
Performer(s): Johnny Cash
and multiple other artists



Well he's not very handsome to look at 
Oh he's shaggy and he eats like a hog 
And he's always killin' my chickens 
That dirty old egg-suckin' dog 

Egg-suckin' dog 
I'm gonna stomp your head in the ground 
If you don't stay out of my hen house 
You dirty old egg-suckin' hound 

Now if he don't stop eatin' my eggs up 
Though I'm not a real bad guy 
I'm gonna get my riffle and send him 
To that great chicken house in the sky 

Egg-suckin' dog 
Your always hangin' around 
But you'd better stay out of my hen house 
You dirty old egg-suckin' hound

Arizona
Performer(s): Mark Lindsay



She must belong to San Francisco 
She must've lost her way 
Posting a poster of Poncho and Cisco one California day 
She says she believes in Robin Hood and brotherhood 
And colours of green and grey 
And all you can do is laugh at her 
Doesn't anybody know how to pray? 

Arizona, take off your rainbow shades 
Arizona, have another look at the world, my, my 
Arizona, cut off your Indian braids 
Arizona, hey won't you go my way? 
Mmm, Strip off your pride 
You're acting like a teeny-bopper run away child 
And scrape off the paint from the face of a little town saint 

Arizona, take off your hobo shoes 
Arizona, hey won't you go my way?  

Follow me up to San Francisco 
I will be guide, your way 
I'll be the Count of Monte Christo 
You'll be the Countess May 
And you can believe in Robin Hood and brotherhood 
And rolling the ball in the hay 
And I will be reading you an Aesop´s fable 
Anything to make you stay 

Arizona, take off your rainbow shades 
Arizona, have another look at the world, my, my 
Arizona, cut off your Indian braids 
Arizona, hey won't you go my way? 
Hey, Arizona, take off your hobo shoes 
Arizona, have another look at the world, my, my 
Arizona, get off your eight ball blues 
Arizona, hey won't you go my way? 
Come on, Arizona; take off your rainbow shades ...

Dirty No-Gooder's Blues
Composer(s): Bessie Smith
Performer(s): Bessie Smith



Did you ever fall in love with a man that was no good?
Did you ever fall in love with a man that was no good?
No matter what you did for him, he never understood

The meanest thing he could say would thrill you through and through
The meanest thing he could say would thrill you through and through
And there wasn't nothin' too dirty for that man to do

He'd treat you nice and kind till he win your heart and hand
He'd treat you nice and kind till he win your heart and hand
Then he git so cruel that man, you just could not stand

Lawd, I really don't think no man's love can last
Lawd, I don't think no man's love can last
They'll love you to death then treat you like a thing of the past

There's nineteen men livin' in my neighborhood
There's nineteen men livin' in my neighborhood
Eighteen of them are fools and the one ain't no doggone good

Lawd, Lawd, Lawd, Lawd, Lawd, Lawd, Lawd
Lawd, Lawd, Lawd, Lawd, Lawd
That dirty no-good man treats me just like I'm a dog

Goodbye Sam, Hello Samantha
((Danish Version: Tæl Til Ti (by Keld Heick) - 1970))
Composer(s): Geoff Stephens - Mitch Murray - Peter Callander
First release by: Cliff Richard - 1970



Goodbye Sam hello Samantha
Goodbye Sam hello Samantha
Sam, I'm leavin' the gang
so don't come around for me on Sunday
Joe, I want you to know
I'll have to skip the game on Monday
Had a whole lot of fun
but now the time has come
I need the sweet touch of a woman's love
Goodbye Sam hello Samantha
goodbye Joe hello Joanne
suddenly need a new kind of company
someone to love me
Goodbye Sam hello Samantha
goodbye Lou hello Louise
From today there'll be new games
for me to play
So good luck and goodbye Sam
Guys you ought-a get wise
there's more to the world than pool and fishin'
easy ridin' is fine
but look around see what you're missin'
girls are waitin' in line
and now has come the time
I'm goin' out and I'm gonna get me some
Goodbye Sam hello Samantha
goodbye Joe hello Joanne
suddenly need a new kind of company
someone to love me
Goodbye Sam hello Samantha
goodbye Lou hello Louise
From today there'll be new games
for me to play
So good luck and goodbye Sam

Dirty Love
Composer(s): Frank Zappa
First release by: The Mothers - 1973



Give me
Your dirty love
Like you might surrender
To some dragon in your dreams

Give me
Your dirty love
Like a pink donation
To the dragon in your dreams

I don't need your sweet devotion
An' I don't want your cheap emotion
Whip me up some dragon lotion
For your dirty love
Your dirty love

Give me
Your dirty love
Like some tacky little pamphlet
In your daddy's bottom drawer

Give me
Your dirty love
I don't believe you never seen
His book before

I don't need no consolation
I don't want your reservation
I only got one destination
An' that's your dirty love
Your dirty love

Give me
Your dirty love
Just like your mama
Make her fuzzy poodle do
(Oh, Frenchie . . . )

Give me
Your dirty love
The way your mama
Make that nasty poodle chew

I'll ignore your cheap aroma
And your little-bo-peep diploma
I'll just put you in a coma
With some dirty love
Some dirty love
That dirty love
That dirty love

The poodle bites!
(Come on, Frenchie)
The poodle chews it!
(Snap it!)
The poodle bites!
(Come on, Frenchie)
The poodle chews it!
(Snap it!)
The poodle bites!
(Come on, Frenchie)
The poodle chews it!
(Snap it!)
The poodle bites!
(Come on, Frenchie)
The poodle chews it!
(Not a speck of cereal!)
The poodle bites!
(Come on, Frenchie)
The poodle chews it!
(Nothing but the best for my dog!)
The poodle bites!
(Come on, Frenchie)
The poodle chews it!
(Come on!)
The poodle bites!
(Come on, Frenchie)
The poodle chews it!
(Little paws sticking up!)
The poodle bites!
(Little curly hairs!)
The poodle chews it!
(Little curly hairs!)

Arizona
((Adapted from: Arizona (by Family Dogg) - 1969))
Composer(s): Kenny Young - Yves Dessca
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell - 1970



Du Michigan à San Francisco
Je suis recherché
De jour en jour le prix de ma peau
Ne cesse de grimper
Je n'ai plus d'amis, j'ai n'ai plus même un frère
Qui puisse encore me cacher
Pourtant si le ciel veut bien m'aider
Avant la nuit je serai sauvé

Arizona
C'est ma dernière chance
L'Arizona
Je n'y suis pas encore interdit
Arizona
C'est ma dernière chance
L'Arizona
De recommencer ma vie

Dans chaque ville, à chaque rue
Mon nom couvre les murs
Et sous le soleil,
Chaque pas se fait un peu plus dur

Arizona
C'est ma dernière chance
L'Arizona
De recommencer ma vie

J'aurais planté tout près de l'eau
Une maison blanche
Ou bien je dresserais des chevaux
Si j'achète un ranch
Ce rêve de paix j'ai bien peur qu'il ne soit jamais, jamais réalité
Mais si Dieu veut m'accompagner
Demain je serai sauvé

Arizona
C'est ma dernière chance
L'Arizona
Je n'y suis pas encore interdit
Arizona
C'est ma dernière chance
L'Arizona
De recommencer ma vie

Arizona
C'est ma dernière chance
L'Arizona
Je n'y suis pas encore interdit

Dirty Little Tinker
Composer(s): Harry Hemsley
Performer(s): Harry Hemsley



Some children, they're as good as gold and never cause alarm
They always do just as they're told and never come to harm
They never litter up the place and never soil their clothes
So call them "Lamb" and "Angel Face", to please them, I suppose

Dirty little tinker, dirty little mite
That's what Daddy calls me, that's the name I like!
Inky clothes and fingers, face all smeared with jam
Dirty little tinker, an' (giggles) I'm very glad I am!

Daddy: Hello Johnny
Johnny: Hello Daddy
Daddy: Good gracious, look at your dirty hand
I've never seen a dirtier one
Johnny: Well look at this one then!
Daddy: Did you wash this morning?
Johnny: Yes Daddy
Daddy: Don't believe you
Johnny: Ooh, you ought to see the towel!
Daddy: You dirty little tinker!

Most children when there's visitors are taught to be polite
But when one calls upon my Dad, they tuck me out of sight
I have to mind my p's and q's on 'casions such as these
'Cause Nurse says Daddy won't excuse a boy with dirty knees

Dirty little tinker, dirty little mite
That's what Daddy calls me, that's the name I like!
Inky clothes and fingers, face all smeared with jam
Dirty little tinker, an' (giggles) I'm very glad I am!

Dirty little muck-pot, dirty little tyke
That's what Daddy calls me, that's the name I like!
Never calls me "Sonny boy", Nurse says it's a shame
Dirty little mucky pup, (giggles), but he loves me just the same!
 
								

Are You Tired Of Me Darling
Composer(s): G.P. Cook - Ralph Roland
Performer(s): Nanci Griffith



Are you tired of me my darling?
Did you mean those words you said?
That made me yours forever
Since the day when we were wed

And tell me, would you live life over
Could you make another wife
Are you tired of me my darling?
Answer only with your eyes

Do you ever rue the springtime
When we first each other met?
How we spoke in warm affection
Words my heart can ne'er forget

And tell me, would you live life over
Could you make another wife
Are you tired of me my darling?
Answer only with your eyes

Do you think the blooms departed
From the cheeks you thought so fair?
Do you think I've grown cold hearted
Beneath the load of woman's cares?

And tell me, would you live life over
Could you make another wife
Are you tired of me my darling?
Answer only with your eyes

And tell me, would you live life over
Could you make another wife
Are you tired of me my darling?
Answer only with your eyes

Dirty Laundry
Composer(s): Don Henley - Daniel Kortchmar
First release by: Don Henley - 1982
Covered by multiple other artists



I make my living off the evening news
Just give me something-something I can use
People love it when you lose
They love dirty laundry

Well, I coulda been an actor, but I wound up here
I just have to look good, I don’t have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear
Give us dirty laundry

Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em all around

We got the bubble-headed-bleach-blonde who
Comes on at five
She can tell you ’bout the plane crash with a gleam
In her eye
It’s interesting when people die
Give us dirty laundry

Can we film the operation?
Is the head dead yet?
You know, the boys in the newsroom got a
Running bet
Get the widow on the set!
We need dirty laundry

You don’t really need to find out what’s going on
You don’t really want to know just how far it’s gone
Just leave well enough alone
Eat your dirty laundry

Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down

Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re stiff
Kick ’em all around

Dirty little secrets
Dirty little lies
We got our dirty little fingers in everybody’s pie
We love to cut you down to size
We love dirty laundry

We can do the innuendo
We can dance and sing
When it’s said and done we haven’t told you a thing
We all know that crap is king
Give us dirty laundry!

Think Of Me ((aka Think of Me (When You're Lonely) (The Mavericks) - 1999))
Composer(s): Don Rich - Estella Olsson
First recording/First release by: Buck Owens and The Buckaroos - 1966



Think of me when you're lonely
Think of me when you're blue
Think of me when you're far away
For I'll be thinking of you

Remember all the good times
We shared in days gone by
Remember all the sadness
The day you said goodbye

Think of me when you're lonely
Think of me when you're blue
Think of me when you're far away
For I'll be thinking of you

You said that you were leavin'
But you wouldn't be gone too long
With each new day I hope and pray
That you'll come travellin' home

Think of me when you're lonely
Think of me when you're blue
Think of me when you're far away
For I'll be thinking of you

I watch the mailman come
I listen for the phone
I meet the trains at the station
But I spend my nights alone
Now the waiting is over
And the time has set the scene
Yes, God meant me for only you
And he meant you for me

Think of me when you're lonely
Think of me when you're blue
Think of me when you're far away
For I'll be thinking of you
For I'll be thinking of you

Dirty Hands! Dirty Face!
Composer(s): Grant Clarke - Al Jolson - Edgar Leslie - James V. Monaco
Performer(s): Marion Harris
and multiple other artists



Wonderful pals are always hard to find
Some folks have one, some folks have none
And I was alone for years, but fate was kind
And in the end, sent me a friend
Although he's not much higher than my knee
Still he's the greatest thing on earth to me

Dirty hands, dirty face
Leads the neighbours a chase
But his smile is as cute as can be
Making noise, breaking toys
He's always fighting the boys
But his eyes, they're a vision to see

And when my work is done
Coming home from the setting sun
To the gate he will start to run
And then I'll kiss my boy

Dirty hands, dirty face
Little devil, that's what they say
But to me he's an angel of joy

Dirty hands, dirty face
Leads the neighbours a chase
But his smile, his little smile, is as cute as can be
Making noise, breaking toys, Ha-ha-ha
He's always fighting the boys
But his eyes, they're his Mother's
And they're a vision to me

And when my work is done
Coming home, coming home to the setting sun
From the gate he'll start to run
And then, Ohhh! I'll kiss my boy

Dirty hands, dirty face
Little devil, that's what they say
But to me he's an angel of joy

Are You There (With Another Girl)? 
Composer(s): Burt Bacharach - Hal David
First release by: Dionne Warwick - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists



I hear the music coming out of your radio
Are you there with another girl instead of me
I hear your laughter and there's something I've got to know
Are you there with another girl instead of me

Well, I'm standing on your doorstep and I don't know what to do
Should I ring your doorbell or just walk away
My friends all say that you were never true
Hiding in the shadows

I see two silhouettes in back of your window shade
Are you there with another girl when I am gone
I can't believe you'd break the promises that you made
If you're there with another girl, I can't go on

Oh, I only know I love you and I couldn't say goodbye
So if there's another I don't want to know
If you should go, oh, I would surely die
Love requires faith, I've got a lot of faith but

I hear the music coming' out of your radio

Oh, I only know I love you and I couldn't say goodbye
So if there's another I don't want to know
If you should go, oh, I would surely die
You would never leave me, hurt me or deceive me
I'm a fool to doubt you, worry so about you
Love requires faith, I've got a lot in me but

I hear the music coming out of your radio

Dirty Dishes Blues
Composer(s): Gene Masters
Performer(s): Lonesome Pine Fiddlers



I come in this morning a quarter past eight
Expecting her nagging for getting home late
But she didn't scold me or tell me it's wrong
For I didn't see her, my sweetheart was gone

Dirty dishes, dirty dishes, I'm losing my mind
My baby done left me and traveled behind
And now I'm so lonely, and lonely I'll be
With no one to wash all my dishes for me

A note on the table and here's how it read
Now, you've been cheatin', that's all that she said
I just stood there bawling, the tears were in vain
For now I know she'll never believe me again

Dirty dishes, dirty dishes, I'm losing my mind
My baby done left me and traveled behind
And now I'm so lonely, and lonely I'll be
With no one to wash all my dishes for me

Now I never cheated, believe me it's true
Or broken a promise that I made to you
You'll never know just how happy I'll be
If you will come back and wash dishes for me

Dirty dishes, dirty dishes, I'm losing my mind
My baby done left me and traveled behind
And now I'm so lonely, and lonely I'll be
With no one to wash all my dishes for me

Queen Of The Hop
Composer(s): Woody Harris
First release by: Bobby Darin - 1958



Well, you can talk about your Julie and your Peggy Sue
You can keep your Miss Molly and your Mary Lou
When it comes to the chicken or doin' the bop?
I got a girl they call the queen of the hop

Oh well I love my queen
Do you know who I mean?
Sweet little sixteen
Yes, that's my queen

Well, she wears short shorts and a rock 'n roll shoes
You ought to see her dance to the yellow dog blues
She's my sugar time baby, I'm her lollipop
An' everybody knows I love my queen of de hop

Oh well I love my queen
Do you know who I mean?
Sweet little sixteen
Yes, that's my queen

Oh well she tunes in to Bandstand every day
To watch the kids dancin' 'cross the USA
She don't care 'bout a thing 'ceptin rock 'n roll
My baby drives me crazy when she does the stroll 
Yeah

Well she tunes in to Bandstand every day
To watch the kids dancin' 'cross the USA
She don't care 'bout a thing 'ceptin' rock and roll
My baby drives me crazy when she does the stroll

Oh well I love my queen
Do you know who I mean?
Sweet little sixteen
Yes, that's my queen

Dirt Road Blues
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
Performer(s): Bob Dylan; Fernando Goin; Michel Montecrossa



Gonna walk down that dirt road 
'Til someone will let me ride 
Gonna walk down that dirt road 
'Til someone will let me ride 
If I can't find my baby I'm gonna run away and hide 

Well, I been pacing round the room, hoping maybe she come back 
pacing round the room, hoping maybe she come back 
Well, I been praying for salvation 
Laying round in a one-room country shack 

Gonna walk down that dirt road, until my eyes begin to bleed 
Gonna walk down that dirt road, until my eyes begin to bleed 
'Til there's nothing left to see 
'Til the chains have been shattered and I been freed 

But I'm looking at my shadow, I been watching the clouds up above 
looking at my shadow, watching the clouds up above 
Rolling through the rain and hail 
Looking for the sunny side of love 

Gonna walk down that dirt road 'til everything becomes the same 
Gonna walk down that dirt road 'til everything becomes the same 
I keep on walking 'til I hear her holler out my name

Are You The One?
Composer(s): Don Grashey - Buddy DeVal
Performer(s): Jim Reeves & Alvadean Coker



Are you the one who promised me
A love forever true
Are you the who said you'd stand beside me
All life through

Are you the one who'll share my joy
And all my troubles too
If you're the one then I'm the one
Who'll give my heart to you

Are you the one?
Yes, I'm the one
The only one?
The only one
Will love be sweet?
Oh, yes my dear
And life complete?
Oh, yes my dear

We'll be sweethearts all the time
You forever will be mine
Our two hearts will beat as one
Forever more

Are you the one to pick me up
If ever I should fall
Are you the one who'll run to me
If ever I should fall

Are you the one who'll say I will
And be my lovin' wife
If you're the one then I'm the one
Who'll love you all my life

Are you the one?
Yes, I'm the one
The only one?
The only one
Will love be sweet?
Oh, yes my dear
And life complete?
Oh, yes my dear

We'll be sweethearts all the time
You forever will be mine
Our two hearts will beat as one
Forever more

Are you the one who'll share with me
The bitter and the sweet
Are you the one who''ll make my life
So happy and complete

Are you the one who'll kiss away
The troubles that arrives
If you're the one then I'm the one
Who won lifes greatest prize

Are you the one?
Yes, I'm the one
The only one?
The only one
Will love be sweet?
Oh, yes my dear
And life complete?
Oh, yes my dear

We'll be sweethearts all the time
You forever will be mine
Our two hearts will beat as one
Forever more...

Dire Qu'il Faudra Mourir Un Jour
Composer(s): Georges Moustaki
Performer(s): Georges Moustaki



Dir' qu'il faudra mourir un jour
Quitter sa vie et ses amours
Dire qu'il faudra laisser tout ça
Pour Dieu sait quel au-delà
Dir' qu'il faudra mourir un jour
Dir' qu'il faudra mourir un jour
C'est dur à penser, il faut bien le dire
Dir' qu'il faudra rester tout seul
Dans la tristesse d'un linceul
Sans une fille pour la nuit
Sans une goutte de whisky
Dir' qu'il faudra mourir un jour
Dir' qu'il faudra mourir un jour
C'est dur à penser, il faut bien le dire
Dir' qu'il faudra, bon gré mal gré
Finir dans d'éternels regrets
Moi qui voudrais plus d'une vie
Pour passer toutes mes envies
Dir' qu'il faudra mourir un jour
Dir' qu'il faudra mourir un jour
C'est dur à penser, il faut bien le dire
Dir' qu'il faudra mourir d'ennui
En enfer ou en paradis
Passer toute une éternité
Sans jamais pouvoir s'évader...
Dir' qu'il faudra mourir un jour
Dir' qu'il faudra mourir un jour
C'est dur à penser, il faut bien le dire
Dir' qu'il faudra mourir encor
Moi qui suis souvent déjà mort
Oui mort d'amour et de plaisir
De quoi pourrais-je mieux mourir?
Dir' qu'il faudra mourir un jour

He Schat, Weet Je Dat
Composer(s): Dries Holten
Performer(s): Theo en Marjan



He schat, weet je dat ik de hele nacht dicht bij jou wil zijn
He schat, meen je dat, o dat idee lijkt me reuze fijn
He schat, weet je dat ik de hele nacht dicht bij jou wil zijn
He schat, meen je dat, o dat idee lijkt me reuze fijn

In m'n dromen, dimdididi
Zie 'k je komen, damdadada
In jouw armen, dimdididi
Wil 'k me warmen, damdadada

He schat, weet je dat ik de hele nacht dicht bij jou wil zijn
He schat, meen je dat, o dat idee lijkt me reuze fijn
He schat, weet je dat ik de hele nacht dicht bij jou wil zijn
He schat, meen je dat, o dat idee lijkt me reuze fijn

Vele nachten, dimdididi
Moest ik wachten, damdadada
Maar nu blijf ik, dimdididi
Altijd bij je, damdadada

He schat, weet je dat ik de hele nacht dicht bij jou wil zijn
He schat, meen je dat, o dat idee lijkt me reuze fijn
He schat, weet je dat ik de hele nacht dicht bij jou wil zijn
He schat, meen je dat, o dat idee lijkt me reuze fijn

Dip Your Wings
Composer(s): Paul Fox - Franne Golde - Bernie Taupin
Performer(s): Peter Cetera



If you see me coming up an open road
With an empty glass and a single rose
Take a turn towards the shifting light
There you’ll see my shadow lost in the night

Endless flight has no directions now
To a coward’s kiss from a hero’s vow
If I could find the words, I’d pick up the phone
If I was half a man, I wouldn’t sleep alone

Send me no more angels on a restless wind
All I ever wanted were the simple things
If a love like ours means anything
Show me a sign, honey, dip your wings

Oh you shook your head like a wild horse
Beneath the southern cross in the frozen north
Oh when our bodies touched on that burning beach
I could have sworn that heaven was within our reach

Send me no more angels on a restless wind
All I ever wanted were the simple things
If a love like ours means anything
Show me a sign, honey, dip your wings

Time just crawls here behind my eyes
If the scar heals, can our love survive
Life’s only purpose seems so distant now
If thee’s a chance at all won’t you show me how

Send me no more angels on a restless wind
All I ever wanted were the simple things
If a love like ours means anything
Show me a sign, honey, dip your wings