Leave The Purty Girls Alone (aka Leave The Pretty Girls Alone)
Composer(s): Carson Robison
Performer(s): Carson Robison
and multiple other artists



Met a little gal in London
Pretty hair and eyes of blue
Listen while I tell my story
Show you what a gal will do
She told me go and spend my money
To buy a purty di'mond stone
I put it on her hand on Sunday
And Monday morning she was gone

Then I met a gal in Memphis
Thought she was on the square
Don't know where she went from Memphis
But anyhow I paid the fare
I thought she was a shy young maiden
Because her cheeks were always red
But when I went to find my bank-roll
I found that I was shy instead

Then I met a Spanish maiden
And Oh! I thought she loved me so
She didn't speak the English language
The only word she said was "dough"
I can't forget that senorita
A playin' on her castinets
She nearly put me in the poor-house
I wore my socks till they were spats

Then I went to Honolulu
Just to see what I could see
Saw the Hula girls a-shakin'
On the beach at Waikiki
I never can foget them maidens
Gee! but they were nice and brown
I learned a lot about their shakin'
When they went and shook me down

There I thought I learned my lesson
Thought the gals and I were through
Till I met a red-head mama
Who said she'd always love me true
Said she didn't want my money
But she got it just the same
'Cause I took her to the preacher
Got myself a ball and chain

I used to be a carefree trav'ler
Used to be a regular sheik
Now I have to take my pay check
And turn it over ev'ry week
Oh! don't forget the things I tell you
A woman's heart is made of stone
But listen to my warnin'
Leave the purty girls alone

Blues Run The Game
Composer(s): Jackson C. Frank
Performer(s): Simon & Garfunkel
and various other artists



Catch a boat to England, baby
Maybe to Spain
Wherever I have gone
Wherever I’ve been and gone
Wherever I have gone
The blues run the game

Send out for whiskey, baby
Send out for gin
Me and room service, honey
Me and room service, babe
Me and room service, whoa
Living life a sin

When I ain’t drinking, baby
You are on my mind
When I ain’t sleeping, honey
When I ain’t sleeping, momma
When I ain’t sleeping, whoa
You know you’ll find me crying

Catch a boat to England, baby
Maybe to Spain
Wherever I have gone,
Wherever I’ve been and gone
Wherever I have gone
The blues run the game

Living is a gamble, baby
Loving’s much the same
Wherever I have played
Wherever I throw those dice
Wherever I have played
The blues run the game

Maybe when I’m older, baby
Someplace down the line
I’ll wake up older
So much older, momma
Wake up older
And I’ll just stop all my trying

Catch a boat to England, baby
Maybe to Spain
Wherever I have gone
Wherever I’ve been and gone
Wherever I have gone
The blues are all the same

Leave The Dishes In The Sink, Ma
Composer(s): Milton Berle - Gene Doyle - Spike Jones
Performer(s): Spike Jones & his City Slickers



Pa started in 'a running
When he heard the whistle blow
The Postman brought a letter
And airmail from our Joe

It said "I've come back safely
From across the ocean blue"
Then Pa took off Ma's apron
And he hollered out "Yahoo!"

Oh leave the dishes in the sink, Ma
Leave the dishes in the sink
Each dirty plate will have to wait
Tonight we're going to celebrate
Leave the dishes in the sink

Pa started in 'a jigging
And he cried, "Pa shake a leg!
I'm going down the cellar
'Cause there's cider in the keg

The baloney's in the icebox
There's cheese and pickles, too
We'll call in all the neighbors
'Cause tonight's our night 
Yahoo!"

Oh leave the dishes in the sink, Ma
Leave the dishes in the sink
Each dirty plate will have to wait
Tonight we're going to celebrate
Leave the dishes in the sink

Sy began 'a fiddling
And the dancing was begun
Then Grandpa took his coat off
And yelled, "Partner's everyone!"

So each one picked a partner
And they counted out, "One, two"
And Ma she twirled so pretty
They all hollered, "Yahoo!"

Oh leave the dishes in the sink, Ma
Leave the dishes in the sink
Each dirty plate will have to wait
Tonight we're going to celebrate
Leave the dishes in the sink

And while they all were dancing
The door flew open wide
And everybody stopped
As Sergeant Joey stepped inside

He shouted out, "Attention!"
And everybody knew
To bother with the dishes
Was not the thing to do

Leave the dishes in the sink, Ma
Leave the dishes in the sink
Each dirty plate will have to wait
Tonight we're going to celebrate
Leave the dishes in the sink

Blues Power
Composer(s): Eric Clapton; Leon Russell
Performer(s): Eric Clapton
and various other artists



Bet you didn't think I knew how to rock 'n' roll
Oh, I got the boogie-woogie right down in my very soul
There ain't no need for me to be a wallflower
'Cause now I'm living on blues power

I knew all the time but now I'm gonna let you know
I'm gonna keep on rocking, no matter if it's fast or slow
Ain't gonna stop until the twenty-fifth hour
'Cause now I'm living on blues power

Bet you didn't think I knew how to rock 'n' roll
Oh, I got the boogie-woogie right down in my very soul
There ain't no need for me to be a wallflower
'Cause now I'm living on blues power

Talking to you, now
The boogie's gonna pull me through
Keep on, keep on, keep on keeping on
Keep on keeping on, keep on keeping on

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