Leave My Woman Alone
Composer(s): Ray Charles
First recording/First release by: The Everly Brothers - 1957/Ray Charles - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists



If you don't want you 
Don't have to get into trouble 
If you don't want you 
Don't have to get into trouble 
If you don't want you 
Don't have to get into trouble 
You just Leave My Woman Alone 

I know you are playful 
And you've got a ´57 coupe
But if I ever see my little girl 
In your new car 
I'm-a gonna do-oo some work on you-oo 
Well

If you don't want you 
Don't have to get into trouble 
If you don't want you 
Don't have to get into trouble 
If you don't want you 
Don't have to get into trouble 
You just Leave My Woman Alone 

I know your daddy's got money And you're from the 
best part of town, But if I ever see you touching 
My little girl I'm a-gonna Tear your fa-ah-ther do-ow-wn 
Well

If you don't want you 
Don't have to get into trouble 
If you don't want you 
Don't have to get into trouble 
If you don't want you 
Don't have to get into trouble 
You just Leave My Woman Alone 

Blues My Naughty Sweetie Gave To Me
Composer(s): Charles R. McCarron; Russ Morgan; Arthur Swanstrom
Performer(s): Bing Crosby
and various other artists



Well there are blues that you get from worryin’
There are blues that you get from pain
There are blues when you’re lonely
For your one and only
Blues you never can explain
Oh, blues, blues, blues that you get from longing
But the bluest blues that be
Are the sort of blues that’s on my mind
They’re the very meanest kind
Blues my naughty sweetie gave to me

Blues that you get from longing
Longing to hold someone on your knee
But the kind of blues that always stab
On some hirin’ taxi cab
Blues my naughty sweetie gave to me
Blues my naughty sweetie gave to me

Blues Indigo
Composer(s): Julien Clerc; David McNeil
Performer(s): Julien Clerc



Persans, gouttières ou mistigris
Si la nuit tous les chats sont gris
Les hommes aussi sont tous égaux
Quand tombe cette chappe indigo
Ciment de poussière et d'ennui
Qui descend autour de minuit
Sur les pavés, les quais de gare
Les arrivées, les cases-départ
Des jeux de l'oie perdus d'avance
Quand les dés roulent sans qu'on les lance...
Sans quand les lance...

On fouille aussi dans les poubelles
Des souvenirs, on se rappelle
Des princesses et des cendrillons
Des éphémères, des papillons
Qui tournaient dans les abat-jours
De nos palais de rois d'un jour
On se bat dans les terrains vagues
Eux font leurs griffes, on fait des tags
Et des marelles, mais pas de chance
La boîte tombe pas où on la lance
Où on la lance
Où on la lance...

Chat des palaces, voleurs, voyous
Des favelas ou du bayou
Qu'on soit Mozart ou John Coltrane
C'est toujours le même blues qu'on traîne

Faudrait, sur la carte du Tendre
Des Touaregs pour nous attendre
Quelques repères et des sherpas
Des guides, des boussoles, des compas
Ou des Livingstone dans nos jungles
Moins de foin, un peu plus d'épingles
Des camions entiers d'amoureuses
De mygales, de mante-religieuses
Que nos appels aux ambulances
Elles les entendent quand on les lance
Quand on les lance
Quand on les lance...

Leave My Kitten Alone
Composer(s): Jay McDougal - Titus Turner - Little Willie John
First release by: Little Willie John - 1959
Covered by multiple other artists



You better leave my kitten all alone
You better leave my kitten all alone
But I told you big fat bulldog
you better leave her alone

You better leave my kitten all alone
you better leave my kitten all alone
This dog is gonna get you 
If you don't leave her alone 
Well Mr. Dog I'm gonna hit you 
on the top of your head
That child is gonna miss you
you gonna wish that you were dead 
If you don't leave my kitten all alone 
Well I told you big fat bulldog
you better leave her alone 
Well Mr. Dog I'm gonna hit you 
on the top of your head
That girl is gonna miss you
you gonna wish that you were dead
If you don't leave my kitten all alone, oh yeah
Well I told you, big fat bulldog
you better leave her alone 
Hey, hey you better leave, you better leave
you better leave, yeah you better leave
you better leave, oh you got to leave...

Blues In The Night
Composer(s): Johnny Mercer; Harold Arlen
Performer(s): Woody Herman
and various other artists



My mama done tol' me
When I was in knee pants
My mama done tol' me, Son!
A woman'll sweet talk
And give ya the big eye
But when the sweet talkin's done
A woman's a two face
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave ya t'sing
The blues in the night

Now the rain's a-fallin'
Hear the train a-callin'
Whoo-ee (my mama done tol' me)
Hear that lonesome whistle
Blowin' `cross the trestle
Whoo-ee (my mama done tol' me)
A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, ol' clickety clack's
A-echoin' back the blues in the night

The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin'
And the moon'll hide its light
When you get the blues in the night

Take my word, the mockin' bird'll
Sing the saddest kind o' song
He knows things are wrong and he's right

From Natchez to Mobile
From Memphis to St. Jo
Wherever the four winds blow
I been in some big towns
An' heard me some big talk
But there is one thing I know
A woman's a two face
A worrysome thing
Who'll leave ya t'sing the blues in the night

My mama was right
There's blues in the night

Leave Me
Composer(s): Wolfgang Dziony - Lothar Heimberg - Klaus Meine - Michael Schenker - Rudolph Schenker
Performer(s): Scorpions



I'm lost

Woman leave my life
Woman be so kind
Woman well you know
Well you know
Yeah, well you know

Sarah will return
Sarah, she's my girl
Woman well you know
Well you know
Yeah, well you know

Sarah will return
Sarah, she's my girl
Woman well you know
Well you know
Yeah, well you know

Blues In The Blood
Composer(s): Jackie Lomax
Performer(s): Jackie Lomax



Well, I try to do the right thing and it turns out wrong
I like to sing, I forget the song
Well, I don't know if that's bad or if it's good
I'm kinda stuck with it, I got the blues in the blood

Well, I love these ladies and I have to leave
When I go to Hades there'll be no-one left to grieve
I don't know if that's bad or if it's good
I'm kinda stuck with it, I got the blues in the blood

Well, I try to do the right thing and it turns out wrong
I love to sing, I forget the song
Well, I don't know if that's bad or if it's good
I'm kinda stuck with it, I got the blues in the blood

I don't know if that's wrong if if it's right
I'm kinda stuck with it, I got the blues both day and night
Well, I don't know if that's bad or if it's good
I'm kinda stuck with it, I got the blues in the blood

Leave It To Jane
Composer(s): Jerome Kern - P.G. Wodehouse
Performer(s): Edith Hallor, Oscar Shaw, Ann Orr



Leave it to Jane, Jane, Jane
I don't know why you should make me
Ask of a plan from you
She is the girl with brains

I've always tried to do
Every thing I can for you
No problem you can wish
On her, gives her a strain

She'll tackle many a storm, and daily
If something is on your mind
And I can see that there is
Not a doubt of it

Comfort you soon will find
Leave it to me
I can get you out of it
If you have started worrying
Kindly refrain
And just hand over the whole thing to Jane

Well Jane
Why don't you tell us
How do you do it?
Yes Jane, come on Jane, tell us
Oh well, it's really very simple
I just study up on the famous
Women of history
You mean like Lucrecia Borgia?
Well, no, not exactly, listen

Blues In My Heart
Composer(s): Benny Carter; Irving Mills
Performer(s): Chick Webb



What can I do 
Now that you say we're through? 
I'm left with the blues in my heart

How can I smile 
When love don't seem worthwhile? 
I'm left with the blues in my heart 

How can I live? 
What is there life can give 
As long as we're apart? 

How can I go on 
Knowing that you are gone? 
I'm left with the blues in my heart

Leave It
Composer(s): Paul McCartney
Performer(s): Mike McGear



I dearly love her artichokes
Their continental flavor makes me choke
Satisfied inside like vinaigrette
Like an old brown photograph
Her memory paints forever Polaroid
Pictures of the day she came my way
Did she stay?

She didn't want to leave it  
She didn't want to leave it
She didn't want to leave it
Leave it baby it's gone away

Peeling off her underwear 
She makes me think of daisies shedding their
Silver metal petals in the air

Sssupersonic autograph
For simple stage door Johnny was a laugh
On the stairway to the star she cried
'Cause she lied

She didn't want to leave it  
She didn't want to leave it
She didn't want to leave it
Leave it baby it's gone away

Come on baby don't be late
I want to help you to celebrate
Come on leave your world behind
Leave it Leave it Leave it Leave it 
It's gone away

Blues In Bob Minor
Composer(s): Robert Wyatt
Performer(s): Robert Wyatt



Roger's in the archive looking up casement
Martha's in the government digging up the basement
Rebel into representative for the voter
Shadow backhencher couldn't get a word in
Turned up anyway ... issues burning
All consuming ... drinks in the cabinet
Spent a lot of time just examining the building
drinks on the house? you must be joking
Corridors of power cuts toy telephone bills
Long time no see underneath the floorboard
Looking for the roots of the family treetops
Toe's in the water but you've only got ten.

Fingers in the eel pie poke around tip top
Tunnelling a wormhole Eartha Kitty catfish
Meadow brown peacock ... pupa-larva-caterpillar
Hibernate in winter of our discotheque no
End in sight .. more like a spiral ... coil
Or curler ... just unwinding ... very slowly
Revealing endless disappearing pipelines
Genuflecting ... bowing deeply ... it
Don't take a weathergirl to see where
The wind is blowing ... what the wind is bending

Isobars are opening ... sex to midnight
Cabinet shuffling homeward bound ... taking
A detour ... rendezvous do ... chapel in the valley
Of the blown up doll ... that's not Martha
Shunting in a siding ... she got homework
Up to here
Roger's in the footnotes up to his elbones
Verse and chapter disinterred
Borrowing a bookcase don't come easy
The weight of the evidence in parenthesis
Beggars tightly furled belief

Heads on blockabeater repetition on the line
Shell shock supertroopers ... whirl banking oil palm
Intercontinental drift ... over the rainbow
Over the sea to ska rocker skintone
hirsuit missed a link and that's not all
That he got missing inna thousand years of
Orthotoxic waste disposal ... god proposal
Jealous sky ... whatever is a girl to do
To break the service in its tried and tested
And found wanting state of oh! boy network
Stewardship?

Little Johnny Aardvark never hurt
Nobody ... Martha friend and Roger too
Tone down a little ... sotto voce ... some tall order
Given that four minutes seems eternity time
In the bushed up world of waspish Vsigns
A-sides sui-C-side salads of the bad young B-sides
What's the point of digging deeper just to lay
The ghost of Sala Hal-Din Yusuf ibn Ayyub?

"Don't give up" the dead man cried
"There's more of us than there of you
Soon you'll all be on our side ... forever more or
Lester Young died ... 'Fat Girl' also ... blowing all the blues
Away side ... dust ain't just dust ... trust us like we
Live forever ... broken loose from greystone tether
Keep on tiptoe through the archive ... we are dead
But you are alive ... Martha yes and Roger too
Until you let the gringos grind you down"

Leave A Tender Moment Alone
Composer(s): Billy Joel 
First release by: Billy Joel - 1983



Even though I'm in love
Sometimes I get so afraid
I'll say something so wrong
Just to have something to say

I know the moment isn't right
To tell the girl a comical line
To keep the conversation light
I guess I'm just frightened out of my mind

But if that's how I feel
Then it's the best feeling I've even known
It's undeniably real
Leave a tender moment alone

Yes I know I'm in love
But just when I ought to relax
I put my foot in my mouth
Cause I'm just avoiding the facts

If the girl gets too close
If I need some room to escape
When the moment arose
I'd tell her it's all a mistake

But that's not how I feel
No that's not the woman I've known
She's undeniably real
So leave a tender moment alone

But it's not only me
Breaking down when the tension gets high
Just when I'm in a serious mood
She is suddenly quiet and shy

Leave a tender moment
Leave it alone

I know the moment isn't right
To hold my emotions inside
To change the attitude tonight
I've run out of places to hide

And if that's how I feel
Then it's the best feeling I've even known
It's undeniably real
Leave a tender moment alone

You got to leave a tender moment alone
Leave a tender moment
Leave it alone
You've got to leave a tender moment
Leave a tender moment alone

Blues Hangover
Composer(s): Slim Harpo; Jerry West; James Moore
Originally performed by: Slim Harpo
Covered by: George Thorogood & the Destroyers



Lord, I wonder what done happened
Ain't nobody here but me
All these empty bottles on the table here
I know I didn't drink all this by myself
I must have a blues hangover
What's this?
My check!?!
And I don't have change for a grasshopper and that's two crookies

Uh oh, here come Pro
Sent in for this doggie
But he ain't got no money
Look like he done lost everything he ever just had
Ain't that's a come-off
Dear me
I done gave my baby twenty dollars for a Christmas present
All I got was a slice of jelly cake
And Sam and Nedetta
Now that's a wolf-jenny

Now I'll believe I'll go on back on the stem now
With James, Rudolph and Tom Cat
Get my head bad again
Don't seem like nothin' goin' right for me today
All Right, here I go
Same old thing again
Look out now!

L'eau Vive
Composer(s): Guy Béart
First release by: Guy Béart - 1958



Ma petite est comme l'eau, elle est comme l'eau vive
Elle court comme un ruisseau, que les enfants poursuivent
Courez, courez vite si vous le pouvez
Jamais, jamais vous ne la rattraperez

Lorsque chantent les pipeaux, lorsque danse l'eau vive
Elle mene les troupeaux, au pays des olives
Venez, venez, mes chevreaux, mes agnelets
Dans le laurier, le thym et le serpolet

Un jour que, sous les roseaux, sommeillait mon eau vive
Vinrent les gars du hameau pour l'emmener captive
Fermez, fermez votre cage à double cle
Entre vos doigts, l'eau vive s'envolera

Comme les petits bateaux, emportes par l'eau vive
Dans ses yeux les jouvenceaux voguent à la derive
Voguez, voguez demain vous accosterez
L'eau vive n'est pas encore à marier

Pourtant un matin nouveau à l'aube, mon eau vive
Viendra battre son trousseau, aux cailloux de la rive
Pleurez, pleurez, si je demeure esseulé
Le ruisselet, au large, s'en est allé

Blues From An Airplane
Composer(s): Marty Balin; Alexander "Skip" Spence
Performer(s): Jefferson Airplane



Do you know how sad it is to be a man alone
I feel so solitary being in my home without you
I don't know what to do and
I don't know where you are
I can see my life is meant to fall apart some day
Just to be a simple man who sadly goes his way got no girl so
I got no world and
I got no words that I'll say
hey hey woman make me happy like I've never known before
say you have ever known no heart fore me anymore
something new, what's that sound around my heart
I feel something new
I'm sure your love you've given must be real I know and
I'm sure of how I can be the man I feel
I can be the man I feel

L'eau À La Bouche
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg - Alain Goraguer
First release by: Serge Gainsbourg - 1960
Covered by multiple other artists



Écoute ma voix écoute ma prière
Écoute mon cœur qui bat laisse-toi faire
Je t'en pris ne sois pas farouche
Quand me viens l'eau à la bouche

Je te veux confiante je te sens captive
Je te veux docile je te sens craintive
Je t'en prie ne sois pas farouche
Quand me viens l'eau à la bouche

Laisse toi au gré du courant
Porter dans le lit du torrent
Et dans le mien
Si tu veux bien
Quittons la rive
Partons à la dérive
Je te prendrais doucement et sans contrainte
De quoi as-tu peur allons n'aie nulle crainte

Je t'en prie ne sois pas farouche
Quand me viens l'eau à la bouche

Cette nuit près de moi tu viendras t'étendre
Oui je serai calme je saurai t'attendre
Et pour que tu ne t'effarouches
Vois je ne prend que ta bouche

Blues For The Lost Days
Composer(s): John Mayall; Mick Taylor
Performer(s): John Mayall



Looking back through the years 
Like I got myself a time machine 
Memories flood around me 
People and places where I've been 
I had the blues for the lost days 
Back then when times were lean 

From a home in the country with the blues 
On my wind-up gramophone 
Headin' out to the city 
Movin' round like a rollin' stone 
With a band of bluesbreakers 
Make a mark down here on my own 

We had Freddie King, Sonny Boy and Hendrix 
And they'd be sitting in till the break of dawn 
Sweating at the all night Flamingo 
And comin' out to pigeons on a Sunday morn 
So many good times, so much music 
But back then nobody knew 
That the London blues were born 

It's a sad, sad feeling 
When your best friends all drift apart 
Some of them are dead and gone 
But they still live on in my heart 
That's why I have the blues for the lost days 
There ain't never gonna be no counterpart

Leather And Lace
Composer(s): Stevie Nicks
Performer(s): Stevie Nicks; Don Henley; Smoking Popes



Is love so fragile... 
and the heart so hollow 
Shatter with words... 
impossible to follow 
You're saying I'm fragile...I try not to be 
I search only...for something I can't see 

I have my own life...and I am stronger 
Than you know 
But I carry this feeling 
When you walked into my house 
That you won't be walking out the door 
Still I carry this feeling 
When you walked into my house 
That you won't be walking out the door 

Lovers forever...face to face 
My city, your mountains 
Stay with me stay 
I need you to love me 
I need you today 
Give to me your leather... 
Take from me...my lace 

You in the moonlight 
With your sleepy eyes 
Could you ever love a man like me 
And you were right 
When I walked into your house 
I knew I'd never want to leave 
Sometimes I'm a strong man 
Sometimes cold and scared 
And sometimes I cry 
But that time I saw you 
I knew with you to light my nights 
Somehow I'd get by 
First time I saw you 
I knew with you to light my nights 
Somehow I would get by 

Lovers forever...face to face 
My city, your mountains 
Stay with me stay 
I need you to love me 
I need you today 
Give to me your leather 
Take from me...my lace 

Lovers forever...face to face 
My city ,you mountains...stay with me stay 
I need you to love me...I need you to stay 
Give to me your leather 
Take from me...my lace 
Take from me...my lace 
Take from me...my lace 

Blues For My Baby And Me
Composer(s): Elton John; Bernie Taupin
Performer(s): Elton John



Your old man got mad when I told him we were leaving
He cursed and he raged and he swore at the ceiling
He called you his child said honey get wise to his game
He'll get you in trouble I know it, those bums are all the same
There's a greyhound outside in the lane, it's waiting for us
So tell him goodbye, we gotta go west on that bus
And it's all over now
Don't you worry no more
Gonna go west to the sea
The greyhound is swaying
And the radio is playing
Some blues for baby and me
And the highway looks like it never did
Lord it looks so sweet and so free
And I can't forget that trip to the west
Singing blues for baby and me

Saw your hands trembling, your eyes opened in surprise
It's ninety in the shade babe, and there ain't a cloud in the sky
I called you my child, said honey now it's our game
There's two of us to play it and I'm happy to be home again
There's a greyhound outside in the lane, it's waiting for us
So tell him goodbye, we gotta go west on that bus

Learning To Fly
Composer(s): Jeff Lynne - Tom Petty
Performer(s): Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers
and multiple other artists



Well I started out down a dirty road
Started out all alone
And the sun went down as I crossed the hill
The town lit up the world got still

I’m learning to fly but I ain’t got wings
Comin’ down is the hardest thing

Well the good old days may not return
And the rocks might melt, and the sea may burn

I’m learning to fly but I ain’t got wings
Comin’ down is the hardest thing

Well some say life will beat you down
Break your heart, steal your crown
So I started out for God kno ws where
But I guess I’ll know when I get there

I’m learning to fly around the clouds
But what goes up must come down

I’m learning to fly but I ain’t got wings
Comin’ down is the hardest thing
I’m learning to fly around the clouds
But what goes up must come down

I’m learning to fly
I’m learning to fly