Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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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
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
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!
In The Flesh? Composer(s): Roger Waters First release by: Pink Floyd - 1979 Covered by multiple other artists
Einse, svei, drei, alle!
So ya thought ya Might like to go to the show To feel the warm thrill of confusion That space cadet glow I got some bad news for you, Sunshine Pink isn't well He stayed back at the hotel And they've sent us along as a surrogate band We're gonna find out where you fans really stand Are there any queers in the theatre tonight? Get 'em up against the wall There's one in the spotlight Now he don't look right to me Get him up against the wall And that one looks Jewish And that one's a coon Who let all this riffraff into the room? There's one smoking a joint And that one's got spots If I had my way I'd have all of ya shot
Nashville Ou Belleville Composer(s): Claude Moine; Pierre Papadiamandis Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
"Boulevard Elvis" Au cur de Memphis J'traîne là en touriste Mais où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Jerry Lee Lewis "Killer" et pianiste "Barbe Bleue" sudiste Sait même pas si j'existe Sans faire de racisme Où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Mais où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Où? Mouflet! J'allais voir Luis Mariano Dans "Le Chanteur de Mexico" Maman! ...et moi On rentrait en métro Station Opéra Direction Lillas Nostalgie facile Mais swingue pas terrible Où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Monsieur Bill Haley Bien avant Presley Déjà décoiffait M'éclatant la tête Avec ses "Comets" Et Place des fêtes Sur nos mobylettes On singeait James Dean Mais où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Mais où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Où?
{Refrain:}
Mouflet, J'allais voir Dario Moreno Danser ses cha-cha et ses mambos Maman et moi On rentrait en métro Station Opéra Direction Lillas Nostalgie facile Mais swingue pas terrible
Où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? "Boulevard Elvis" Au cur de Memphis J'traîne là en touriste Mais où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Où? Où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville?