Lonesome Polecat (Lament)
Composer(s): Gene DePaul - Johnny Mercer
First performance by: Matt Mattox - 1957
Covered by multiple other artists



I'm a lonesome polecat
lonesome, sad and blue
'cause I ain't got no femine polecat
vowin' to be true
oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
cain't make no vows
to a herd o' cows,
oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
I'm a mean old hounddog
bayin' at the moon
'cause I ain't got no lady friend hounddog
here to hear my tune
oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Frank, Gideon & Benjamin:
A man cain't sleep
when he sleeps with sheep
oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
I'm a li'l old hoot owl
hootin' in the trees
'cause I ain't got no little gal owl fowl
here to shoot the breeze
oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
cain't shoot no breeze
with a bunch o' trees
oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh

In Naam Van Onze Liefde
Composer(s): Jimmy Frey
Performer(s): Jimmy Frey



Ik hou van jou, voor al je mooie woorden en verhalen
Voor de echte liefde die jij me geeft
Ik trek het grote lot en laat me overladen
Door vriendschap, tederheid die in jou leeft
In naam van onze liefde
In naam van onze liefde 

Vandaag vertel je mij terwijl je lippen beven
Dat ook voor jou de wereld open gaat
Dat je op weg wilt naar een ander leven
En je verleden nu achterlaat
In naam van onze liefde
In naam van onze liefde 

En morgen zeg je, klaag je met een stem zo zacht
Dat leven zonder mij geen leven is
Kom, vlucht nu uit die donkere nacht
Naar 't licht ver van die duisternis
In naam van onze liefde
In naam van onze liefde Vergeet van nu af aan je vroeger leed en pijn
Je neemt en krijgt de kans 't geluk nu te beleven
Kom laat ons dan gelukkig zijn
In naam van onze liefde
In naam van onze liefde 

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 i’m close beside you today
So lie to me a little, say you love me a lot
And i’ll be true to you in my way

Love never goes on forever
At least that’s what wise men all say
So smile when you kiss me, tomorrow you may cry
But i’ll be true to you in my way
Yes i’ll 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 Crow
Composer(s): Michael Schenker - Rudolf Schenker - Klaus Meine - Wolfgang Dziony - Lothar Heimberg
Performer(s): Scorpions



The sun is gone
Voices gone
As I learn they're there
Lonesome crow
Where are they from
Where are their souls

Now I've had enough
Oh, leave control
We follow them
We surely will descend
Ooooow!

Aaaah Ahahahah Ahahahah Ahahahah Ahahahah Haaaah

Now I've had enough
Oh, leave control
We follow them
We surely will descend

In My Song
Composer(s): Peter Tosh
Performer(s): Peter Tosh



In my song Jah is the melody
In my song he is the symphony
In my song he is the sweet inspiration
In my song it's the perfect meditation

When I'm feeling down
Got nowhere to go
I get into myself
And I put on a show

In my song Jah is the melody
In my song he is everything to me
In my song he is the musical beat
In my song he is the rhythm and tempo

And when you're feeling out
Don't sit down and cry
Don't forget
That the music is passing by

In my song Jah is the melody
In my song he is everything to me
In my song he is the sweet inspiration
In my song there is no complication

'Cause in times like these
When people don't know what to do
And getting so frustrated
Get into yourself and sing

In my song Jah is the melody
In my song he is the symphony
In my song he is the rhythm
In my song he's everything to me

In my song
In my song no complication
In my song Jah is the melody
In my song he is the sweet inspiration

In my song he is the symphony
In my song he makes it feel so good
In my song is a blessing to my soul
In my song can't go outta control

In my song it is a medicine to me
In my song relieve my frustration 

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
N’teeth like pearls

Wanna love ’em all
Wanna love ’em dearly
Wann pretty girl
I’ll even pay ...

I’ll buy ’em furs 
I’ll buy ’em jewelry ...
I know they like me 
Here’s what I’ll say

I’m 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 ...

He’s lonesome cowboy Burt
Don’tcha get his feelings hurt

Come on in this place
An’ I’ll buy you a taste
You can sit on my face
Where’s my waitress?

Burtram, Burtram redneck
Burtram, Burtram redneck

I’m an awful nice guy
Sweat all day in the sun
I’m a roofer by trade
Quite a bundle I’ve made
I’m unionized roofin’ old
Son-of-a-gun

He’s 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 don’t
Move no more

He stomps on his face till he don’t
Move no more

I fuss an’ I cuss and I keep on drinkin’
Till my eyes puff up an’ turn red
I drool on m’shirt
I see if he’s hurt
Then I kick him again in the head, let’s

Kick him again in the head! boys!
Kick him again in the head! now!
Kick him again in the head!

I’m 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 ...

He’s lonesome cowboy Burt
Don’tcha get his feelings hurt

Come on in this place
An’ I’ll buy you a taste
You can sit on my face
Where’s 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!

He’s 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 he’s ridin’, goin’ too darn fast
You got to hear the people scream and shout

They call him
Lonesome cowboy Bill
He’s 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 he’s 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 I’m 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 I’m travelling all alone
If you don't call me baby
Then I’m 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

Lonesome Blues
Composer(s): Les Reis - Bob Casner



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

Chorus

My Little Corner Of The World
Composer(s): Bob Hilliard; Lee Pockriss
Performer(s): Anita Bryant
and multiple other artists



Come along with me
To my little corner of the world
And dream a little dream
In my little corner of the world

Tonight my love
We'll share a sweet embrace
We'll soon forget
There's any other place

And if you care to stay
In my little corner of the world
Then we can hide away
In my little corner of the world

I always knew
I'd find someone like you
So welcome to
My little corner of the world

And if you care to stay
In my little corner of the world
Then we can hide away
In my little corner of the world

I always knew
I'd find someone like you
So welcome to
My little corner of the world

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!