Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Leavin' In The Morning Composer(s): Barry Manilow - Marty Panzer Performer(s): Barry Manilow
I tried to tell you there was trouble on the way I lost the feeling that I once had But when I held you there was nothing I could say I couldn't bear to see you hurt so bad
So I'll be leaving in the morning Wishing that I could stay And though I'll miss you every morning it's the only way So I'll be leaving in the morning But how can I tell you why I never gave you any warning And now I don't know how to say goodbye
I tried to tell you there was something that I missed Something I couldn't ever find with you But I was blinded by your love each time we kissed Afraid I'd never find a love so true
So I'll be leaving in the morning But how can I tell you why I never gave you any warning And now I don't know how to say goodbye
I waited too long but now I see It's no good for you It's no good for me You can't see it now But one day you'll know I just had to go
So I'll be leaving in the morning Wishing that I could stay And though I'll miss you every morning it's the only way So I'll be leaving in the morning But how can I tell you why I never gave you any warning And now I don't know how to say goodbye
Blumen Der Liebe ((Adapted from: Try To Remember (Jerry Orbach) - 1960))
Composer(s): Harvey Schmidt - Tom Jones - K. Hertha
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri - 1992
Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Au Coeur De Septembre (Nana Mouskouri)
1968 - Era Settembre (Nana Mouskouri)
1977 - Ben Jij Vergeten (Cecile Van Dijck)
Blumen der Liebe hast du mir gegeben
Im Frühling, Sommer und September
Blumen der Liebe verzaubern mein Leben
Im Mai so schön wie im November
Aber ich weiß es gibt Blumen aus Eis
Die so kalt auf dem Fenster blüh'n im Dezember
Schenk mir die Blumen nicht
Schenk mir nur Blumen der Liebe, Liebe
Blumen der Liebe die will ich dir streuen
Auf allen, allen deinen Wegen
Blumen der Liebe die soll'n dich erfreuen
Im Sonnenschein und auch im Regen
Wenn auch die Nelken und Rosen verwelken
Ich bring dir mein liebendes Herz entgegen
Immer blühen darin die Blumen
Die Blumen der Liebe
Blumen der Liebe die blühen oft einsam
Dann gieß ich sie mit meinen Tränen
Aber bald blühen sie wieder gemeinsam
Vorbei ist all mein Leid und Sehnen
Blumen der Liebe ja Blumen der Liebe
Von dir allein können mein Herz verwöhnen
Schenk sie mir schenk mir die Blumen
Die Blumen der Liebe, Liebe
Blumen der Liebe
Leaving Here Composer(s): Lamont Dozier - Brian Holland - Eddie Holland First release by: Eddie Holland - 1964 Covered by multiple other artists
Hey, fellas, have you heard the news? Oh yeah... The women of this town are being misused...oh yeah... I've seen it all in my dreams last night...oh yeah... Girls leaving this town 'cause we don't treat 'em right, yeah...oh yeah...
Well, I'll take a train...take a train... Fly by plane...fly by plane... They're getting tired...getting tired... They're sick and tired...sick and tired...
All you fellas better change your ways...oh yeah... They're leaving this town in a matter of days...oh yeah... Girls are good, you better treat 'em true...oh yeah... Seen fellas run around with someone new...oh yeah...
I'm getting tired...getting tired... Sick and tired...sick and tired... They're leaving here...leaving here... Are leaving here...leaving here...
Are leaving here...yeah, yeah... Leaving here...been a while... Oh yeah... Oh yeah... Oh yeah... Oh yeah...
The love of a woman is a wonderful thing...oh yeah... The way that we treat 'em is a trying shame...oh yeah... I'll tell you fellas, yeah, it won't be long...oh yeah... Before these women, they all have gone...oh yeah... They're getting tired...getting tired... Sick and tired...sick and tired... Yeah, take a train...take a train... Fly by plane...fly by plane...
Bluesette Composer(s): Norman Gimbel; Jean 'Toots' Thielemans Originally performed by: Toots Thielemans Covered by various other artists
Poor little, sad little blue Bluesette Dont you cry, don't you fret You can bet one lucky day you'll waken And your blues will be forsaken Some lucky day lovely love will come your way
If there is love in your heart to share Dear Bluesette don't despair Some blue boy is waiting just like you To find a someone to be true to Two loving arms you can nestle in to stay
Get set, Bluesette True love is coming Your lonely heart soon will be humming
Pretty little Bluesette Musn't be a mourner Have you heard the news yet Love's 'round the corner Love wrapped in rainbows and tied with pink ribbons To make your your next springtime Your gold wedding ring time
Blues, Why Do You Worry Me? Composer(s): Charlie Musselwhite Performer(s): Charlie Musselwhite
Blues, why you worry me Why do you stay so long You came to me yesterday and you stayed the whole night long
I will listen to my people My friends and nobody else I will listen to my people My friends and nobody else I had to make mistakes in life I had to learn it all for myself
I learn to smile at trouble I won't let it get me down I learn to smile at trouble I won't let it get me down I'll keep on keepin' on 'Till the last deal goes down
Blues, why you worry me Why do you stay so long Blues, why you worry me Why do you stay so long You came to me yesterday and you stayed the whole night long
I will listen to my people My friends and nobody else I will listen to my people My friends and nobody else I had to make mistakes in life I had to learn it all for myself
I learn to smile at trouble I won't let it get me down I learn to smile at trouble I won't let it get me down I'll keep on keepin' on 'Till the last deal goes down
Leavin' It All up to You ((Dutch Version: Ik Laat 'T Nu Verder Aan Jou (by Willy Sommers, Lisa Del Bo, Luc Steeno - 2003)) Composer(s): Dewey Terry - Don Harris First release by: Don & Dewey - 1957 Covered by multiple other artists
I'm leavin' it all up to you-ooh-ooh You decide what you're gonna do Now do you want my lo-o-ove? Or are we through?
That's why I'm leaving it up to you-ooh-ooh You decide what you're gonna do Now do you want my lo-o-ove? Or are we through?
My heart in my hand I-I don't understand Baby, what, what have I done wrong? I worship, I worship the ground that you walk on
That's why I'm leavin' it up to you-ooh-ooh You decide what you're gonna do Now do you want my lo-o-ove? Or are we through?
Blues With A Feeling Composer(s): Little Walter Originally performed by: Little Walter
Blues with a feelin', that's what I have today Blues with a feelin', that's what I have today I'm gonna find my baby, if it takes all night and day
What a lonesome feelin', when your by yourself What a lonesome feelin', when your by yourself When the one that you're lovin', have gone away livin'
Girl you know I love you baby, I wanted the reason why You only left me baby, then you left me here to cry Blues with a feelin', that's what I have today I'm gonna find my baby, if it takes all night and day
Leavin' Composer(s): Gregg Allman Performer(s): The Allman Brothers Band
Mama stood cryin' at the back door Papa's lacin' on his leavin' shoes Little Joe's blowin' on the horn outdoors I've seen enough, I can't take no more And I'm leavin'
Might go to Philadelphia, PA Might wind up in Boston, I just can't say Got my axe in one hand Got my Greyhound ticket in the other hand And I'm leavin'
I tell you I'm leavin' Gonna play my blues Yes I'm leavin' Got nothing to lose Well, I'm dying to get the hell out of here Right Away
Mama stood cryin' at the back door Papa's lacin' on his leavin' shoes Little Joe's blowin' on the horn outdoors I've seen enough, I can't take no more And I'm leavin'
I said I'm leavin' Gonna play my guitar I'm leavin' Don't care if I'm a big star I'm leavin' this old ghetto Right away, right away
Blues Stay Away From Me Composer(s): Alton Delmore; Rabon Delmore; Henry Glover; Wayne Raney Originally performed by: The Delmore Brothers Covered by various other artists
Blues, stay away from me Blues, why don't you let me be? Don't know why you keep on haunting me
Love was never meant for me True love was never meant for me Seems somehow we never did agree
Tears, so many I can't see Years don't mean a thing to me Time goes by and still I can't be free
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 Ive 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 aint drinking, baby You are on my mind When I aint sleeping, honey When I aint sleeping, momma When I aint sleeping, whoa You know youll find me crying
Catch a boat to England, baby Maybe to Spain Wherever I have gone, Wherever Ive been and gone Wherever I have gone The blues run the game
Living is a gamble, baby Lovings much the same Wherever I have played Wherever I throw those dice Wherever I have played The blues run the game
Maybe when Im older, baby Someplace down the line Ill wake up older So much older, momma Wake up older And Ill just stop all my trying
Catch a boat to England, baby Maybe to Spain Wherever I have gone Wherever Ive 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 youre 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 thats on my mind Theyre 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