Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Lonesome Loser Composer(s): David Briggs Performer(s): Little River Band and multiple other artists
Have you heard about the lonesome loser Beaten by the queen of hearts every time Have you heard about the lonesome loser He's a loser, but he still keeps on tryin'
Oohoohooh .... oooh ....
Sit down, take a look at yourself Don't you want to be somebody Someday somebody's gonna see inside You have to face up, you can't run and hide
Have you heard about the lonesome loser Beaten by the queen of hearts every time Have you heard about the lonesome loser He's a loser, but he still keeps on tryin'
Unlucky in love, least that's what they say He lost his head and he gambled his heart away He still keeps searching though there's nothing left Staked his heart and lost, now he has to pay the cost
Have you heard about the lonesome loser Beaten by the queen of hearts every time Have you heard about the lonesome loser He's a loser, but he still keeps on tryin'
"It's okay", he smiles and says Though this loneliness is driving him crazy He don't show what goes on in his head but if you watch very close you'll see it all
Sit down, take a look at yourself Don't you want to be somebody Someday somebody's gonna see inside You have to face up, you can't run and hide
Have you heard about the lonesome loser Beaten by the queen of hearts every time Have you heard about the lonesome loser He's a loser, but he still keeps on tryin'
Have you heard about the lonesome loser Have you heard about the lonesome loser Have you heard about the lonesome loser Now tell me have you heard about the lonesome loser
In My Way Composer(s): Fred Wise; Ben Weisman Performer(s): Elvis Presley
I may not be here tomorrow But im close beside you today So lie to me a little, say you love me a lot And ill be true to you in my way
Love never goes on forever At least thats what wise men all say So smile when you kiss me, tomorrow you may cry But ill be true to you in my way Yes ill be true to you in my way
Lonesome Fiddle Man Composer(s): Dallas Frazier - Sanger D. Shafer Performer(s): Jerry Lee Lewis
The one that I took dancing The one that I called a baby Walked down the aisle this morning With her ol' used to be Waitress take the band another round And tell them it's on me And ask them to do me one more favor please Let that lonesome fiddle man take the lead He gets the kind of sound that my lonely heart needs I hear he's lost he darlin' just like me Let that lonesome fiddle man take the lead
He struck a tune earlier this evening A lonesome song called faded love His favorite melody When I hear he's lost his darlin' just like me Let that lonesome fiddle man take the lead
In My Time Of Dying (aka Jesus Goin' A-Makeup My Dyin' Bed) Composer(s): Robert Plant; John Bonham; James Patrick Page; John Paul Jones Performer(s): Led Zeppelin - 1975 and multiple other artists
In my time of dying, want nobody to mourn All I want for you to do is take my body home Well, well, well, so I can die easy Well, well, well, so I can die easy Jesus, gonna make up my dyin' bed Meet me, Jesus, meet me, meet me in the middle of the air If my wings should fail me, Lord, please meet me with another pair Well, well, well, so I can die easy Well, well, well, so I can die easy Jesus, gonna make up, somebody, somebody Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make you my dyin' bed Oh, Saint Peter, at the gates of heaven, won't you let me in? I never did no harm, I never did no wrong Oh, Gabriel, let me blow your horn, let me blow your horn Oh, I never did, did no harm I've only been this young once, I never thought I'd do anybody no wrong No, not once Oh, I did somebody some good, somebody some good Oh, did somebody some good, I must have did somebody some good And I see them in the streets And I see them in the field And I hear them shouting under my feet And I know it's got to be real Oh, Lord, deliver me All the wrong I've done You can deliver me, Lord I only wanted to have some fun Hear the angels marchin', hear them marchin', hear them marchin' Hear them marchin', them marchin' Oh my Jesus (repeats) Oh, don't you make it my dyin', dyin', dyin' (cough) Cough ""That's gonna be the one, isn't it?" "Come have a listen, then" "Oh yes, thank you"
Lonesome Cowboy Burt Composer(s): Frank Zappa Performer(s): Jimmy Carl Black and multiple other artists
My name is Burtram, I am a redneck All my friends, they call me Burt
Hi, Burt!
All my family from down in Texas Make their livin diggin dirt
Come out here to Californy Just to find me some pretty girls Ones I seen gets me so horny Ruby lips Nteeth like pearls
Wanna love em all Wanna love em dearly Wann pretty girl Ill even pay ...
Ill buy em furs Ill buy em jewelry ... I know they like me Heres what Ill say
Im lonesome cowboy Burt (speakin atcha!) Come smell my fringe-y shirt (reekin atcha!) My cowboy pants My cowboy dance My bold advance On this here waitress ...
Hes lonesome cowboy Burt Dontcha get his feelings hurt
Come on in this place An Ill buy you a taste You can sit on my face Wheres my waitress?
Burtram, Burtram redneck Burtram, Burtram redneck
Im an awful nice guy Sweat all day in the sun Im a roofer by trade Quite a bundle Ive made Im unionized roofin old Son-of-a-gun
Hes a unionized roofin old Son-of-a-gun
When I get off, I get plastered I drink till I fall on the floor Find me some communist bastard N stomp on his face till he dont Move no more
He stomps on his face till he dont Move no more
I fuss an I cuss and I keep on drinkin Till my eyes puff up an turn red I drool on mshirt I see if hes hurt Then I kick him again in the head, lets
Kick him again in the head! boys! Kick him again in the head! now! Kick him again in the head!
Im lonesome cowboy Burt (speakin atcha!) Come smell my fringe-y shirt (reekin atcha!) My cowboy pants My cowboy dance My bold advance On this here waitress ...
Hes lonesome cowboy Burt Dontcha get his feelings hurt
Come on in this place An Ill buy you a taste You can sit on my face Wheres my waitress? Opal, you hot little bitch!
In My Room (Dutch Version: Nooit Gedacht - 1996) Composer(s): Brian Wilson; Gary Usher First release by: The Beach Boys - 1963 Covered by multiple other artists
There's a world where I can go and tell my secrets to In my room In my room
In this world I lock out all my worries and my fears In my room In my room
Do my dreaming and my scheming lie awake and pray Do my crying and my sighing laugh at yesterday
Now it's dark and I'm alone but I won't be afraid In my room In my room
Lonesome Cowboy Bill Composer(s): Doug Yule - Sterling Morrison - Lou Reed First release by: The Velvet Underground - 1970
Lonesome cowboy Bill Rides the rodeo Lonesome cowboy Bill You got to see him yodel ay-hee-ho!
Lonesome cowboy Bill Rides the rodeo Ever since he was a little lad Loves the rodeo Bucking broncs, yeah, sipping wine You got to see him go And all the ten-gallon girls Love to hear him yodel ay-hee-ho!
Because
Lonesome cowboy Bill Rides the rodeo Lonesome cowboy Bill You got to see him yodel ay-hee-ho!
Oh, lonesome cowboy Bill You still ride the rodeo Up round the colorado shore Down by the Ohio Sometimes even New Orleans Down by the mardi gras And all the ten-gallon girls Love to hear him yodel ay-hee-ho!
Hes lonesome cowboy Bill, he rides the rodeo Just a lonesome cowboy Bill You got to see him yodel ay-hee-ho!
You got to see him in the rodeo When hes ridin, goin too darn fast You got to hear the people scream and shout
They call him Lonesome cowboy Bill Hes a Lonesome cowboy Bill
He goes ...
Lonesome cowboy Bill Rides the rodeo Lonesome cowboy Bill You got to see him yodel ay-hee-ho!
I said You got to see him yodel ay-hee-ho! Oh hes a lonesome cowboy Bill, lonesome cowboy Bill ...
In My Own Quiet Way Composer(s): Harold Barlow; Sara Laverty Performer(s): Vic Damone
I'm not the kind who'll sigh Every time you wander by Or weep when you were gone for just a day But still in all my dear I really love you In my own quiet way
I may never show I care I confess I have no flair For saying all the things that lovers say But still in all my darling I adore you In my own quiet way
I admit I'm absent-minded and forgetful Does your birthday come in April or July There are times when I am likely to be fretful Or I'll pick the darnest moments to be shy
But with all my faults you'll find I'm the true and steady kind And it's no lie believe me when I say Deep down inside I know I'll always love you In my own quiet way
I admit I'm absent-minded and forgetful Does your birthday come in April or July There are times when I am likely to be fretful Or I'll pick the darnest moments to be shy
But with all my faults you'll find I'm the true and steady kind And it's no lie believe me when I say Deep down inside I know I'll always love you In my own quiet way
Lonesome Cowboy Composer(s): Sid Tepper - Roy C. Bennett First recording/First release by: Elvis Presley with The Jordanaires - 1957
I am just a lonesome cowboy And Im travelling all alone I ain't even got a nickel To call my baby on the phone
Just beyond the mountain lies a city And I hear it calling me Saddle up and ride you lonesome cowboy Here is where you'll find your destiny In my dreams the lights shine bright and pretty Near to me and yet so far Will I always be a lonesome cowboy Am I only reaching for a star
Ride. Ride, ride, ride along cowboy Sing, sing, sing, sing a song cowboy
Will I ever leave this lonesome valley Really see the lights that shine Gotta find what lies beyond the mountain Gotta rope and tie that dream of mine
I am just a lonesome cowboy And Im travelling all alone If you don't call me baby Then Im never coming home
In My Liverpool Home Composer(s): Pete McGovern Performer(s): The Scaffold
I was born in Liverpool, down by the docks My religion was Catholic; occupation - hard knocks At stealing from lorries, I was adept and underneath overcoats each night I slept
"In my Liverpool home, D..A..D..D.. in my Liverpool Home, G..G..D..D.. We speak with an accent exceedingly rare G.. G. .D.. D.. / (we) meet under a statue exceedingly bare G.. G.. D..D../A..A..D..D.. If you want a cathedral we've got one to spare, in my Liverpool home" Back in the Forties the world it went mad and Hitler he threw at us all that he had When the smoke and the dust had all cleared from the air "Thank God," said my old man," the Pier Head's still there"
Over at Anfield (or Liverpool) the shirts they are red And the players play football as though they were dead While over at Goodison (or Everton) the shirts they are blue and the football they play is fantastic to view
If it's football you're wanting, the team at the top is the team that they're singing about in the Kop this city has got two great teams it deserves Liverpool ... First Team, and Liverpool Reserves
I took a walk along Lime Street one day I saw a "Young lady" a-heading my way "Have you got the right time, love", says I to the lass She said, "I've got the time, Jack, if you've got the brass"
When I grew up, I met Bridget Mc Cann she said, "You're not much, but I'm needing a man I want sixteen kids, and a house out in Speke well, the flesh it was willing, but the spirit was weak
Walton Gaol is the place for a quiet week-end Climb over the wall, and you'll meet all your friends You can sit and watch telly, drink whisky and beer and chalk on the prison walls; "Kilroy was here"
We've got wide open spaces like the Wavertree Park where it's unsafe by daylight and more so by dark We've got places of culture like Dingle and Speke where they play "tick" with hatchets, and fight with their feet
We've got romantic places like the Cast-Iron Shore where you can find someone else's back door We had John, we had George, Ringo and Paul the Liverpool Spinners, and the St George's Hall
Way out in Kirkby, the kids they wear clogs there's eight million kids there's ten million dogs They play "tick" with hatchets, I tell you no lie and they call you a "cissy" if you've more than one eye
When my last whistle blows & the "Ref Up There" says "You've supped your last Guinness,lad, it's the end of your days" Take my ashes to Old Trafford and spread them around and they won't win a match while I'm haunting the ground
I've been alone for awhile I've seem'd to grow out of style Now I start into realize Believe me Boy I'm wise No more stayin' at home No more sittin' alone I feel so awfly blue And I'm lonesome too 'Cause
My imagination strays Way back to those lonesome days I prayed the lord above For someone to love Folks never heard my plea And took out neglected me They always passed me by That is why I cry Oh
I've got the lonesome blues I'm steppin' out and I refuse To sit by the fireside When I think of the chances that I lose I'll never stay at home While I can be listening to a saxophone I'm going down and hear that band Just crooning melody grand You'll always find me there for All my friends I will lose If I've got the lonesome blues
In My Little Red Book Composer(s): Raymond Bloch; Nat Simon; Al Stillman Performer(s): Perry Como and multiple other artists
In my little red book I see somehow All the girls that I knew and I'm wondering who Could be kissing them now Down through memory lane I love to look At the little blue sighs and the little white lies In my little red book But there's a girl I had a yen for Back in nineteen-thirty three She's the girl I'd go again for And if she came back to me Everybody but her I'd overlook There'd be only one name, there'd be only one flame In my little red book
Lonesome And A Long Way From Home Composer(s): Bonnie Bramlett - Delaney Bramlett - Leon Russell Performer(s): Eric Clapton and multiple other artists
Out on an open highway Such a lovely day but something's wrong Something, something's gotta be wrong
I just left home this morning This old road keeps rolling on and on Rolling, rolling on and on
Won't somebody help me? Won't somebody help me? Won't somebody help me? I've never been so lonesome and long way from home Never been lonesome and long way Never been lonesome and long way from home
Lonesome 7-7203 ((Dutch Version: Draai 797204 (by Will Tura) - 1964)) Composer(s): Justin Tubb First release by: Hawkshaw Hawkins - 1962 Covered by multiple other artists
Had our number changed today, although I hated to But each time the phone would ring They'd want to speak to you And it hurts to tell them, you're not here with me Maybe now, ole telephone will let me be
It's not in the book now, so you'd better write it down Just in case your love for me should ever come around You might want to call and break the news to me Just call Lonesome 7-7203
I keep the telephone beside me all the time Hoping you might want to call and say you've changed your mind If you do, then darling you know where I'll be I'm at Lonesome 7-7203
You're the only one I've given our new number to So now if the telephone should ring I'll know it's you If you ever long for love that used to be Just call Lonesome 7-7203 Just call Lonesome 7-7203
In My Little Corner Composer(s): Richard Rodgers; Oscar Hammerstein II
I'm as mild and as meek as a mouse When I hear a command I obey But I know of a spot in my house Where no one can stand in my way
In my own little corner In my own little chair I can be whatever I want to be On the wing of my fancy I can fly anywhere And the world will open it's arms to me
I'm a young Egyptian princess Or a milkmaid I'm the greatest prima donna in the land I'm an heiress who has always had her silk made By her own flock of silkworms in Japan
I'm a girl men go mad for Love's a game I can play With a cool and confidant kind of aire Just as long as I stay in my own little corner All alone in my own little chair
...I can be whatever I want to be I'm a thief from Calcutta I'm a queen in Peru I'm a mermaid dancing upon the sea I'm a huntress on an African safari! It's a dang'rous type of sport And yet it's fun In the night I sally forth to seek my quarry And I find I forgot to bring my gun I am lost in the jungle All alone and unarmed When I meet a lioness in her lair Then I'm glad to be back in my own little corner All alone in my own little chair
In my own little corner In my own little chair I can be whatever I want to be On the wing of my fancy I can fly anywhere And the world will open it's arms to me I am in the royal palace Of all places! I am chatting with the prince And king, and queen And the color of my two stepsisters' faces Is a queer sort of sour apple green I am coy and flirtatious when alone with the prince A-hahahaha! Oh, my Your Highness, you shouldn't say such things!! I'm the Belle of the Ball in my own little corner All alone in my own little chair Fol-de-rol and fiddle-dee-dee Fiddle-dee-faddle-dee-fawdle All the wishes in all the world Are poppy cot and twaut Fol-de-rol and fiddle-dee-dee Fiddle-dee-faddle-dee-foodle All the dreamers in all the world Are dizzy in the noodle!
Lonesome Composer(s): Hugh Nicholson Performer(s): Blue
I get lonely When I'm only Sitting here babe On my own If I want to I could turn to Picking numbers on the 'phone But it's not the way it's got to be When I need your loving close to me
I get happy When you're near me I get sad When you're far away Tell me, tell me Should I leave Or should I stay
But it's not the way it's got to be When I need your loving close to me And I won't sit back and let it happen To me
This depression's surely messing up my whole way of living Need you near me need to steer me Away from all pain I'm given
But it's not the way it's got to be When I need you really close to me I won't sit back and let it happen To me
In My Life Composer(s): Paul McCartney; John Lennon First release by: The Beatles - 1965 Covered by multiple other artists
There are places I'll remember all my life though some have changed Some forever not for better some have gone and some remain All these places have their moments with lovers and friends I still can recall Some are dead and some are living in my life I've loved them all
But of all these friends and lovers there is no one compares with you and these memories lose their meaning when I think of love as something new Though I know I'll never lose affection for people and things that went before I know I'll often stop and think about them in my life I love you more
Though I know I'll never lose affection for people and things that went before I know I'll often stop and think about them in my life I love you more