Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Luckenbach, Texas (Back To The Basics Of Love) Composer(s): Chips Moman - Bobby Emmons Performer(s): Waylon Jennings & Willie Nelson; Tom Houston Orch.
The only two things in life that make it worth livin' Is guitars tuned good 'n' firm-feelin' women I don't need my name in the marquee lights I got my songs and I got you with me tonight Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas with Waylon and Willie and the boys This successful life we're livin' got us feudin' like the Hatfields and McCoys Between Hank Williams' pain songs and Newbury's train songs And blue eyes cryin' in the rain Out in Luckenbach, Texas ain't nobody feelin' no pain So baby let's sell your diamond ring Buy some boots and faded jeans and go away This coat and tie is chokin' me In your high society you cry all day We've been so busy keepin' up with the Jones Four-car garage and we're still buildin' on Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas with Waylon and Willie and the boys This successful life we're livin' got us feudin' like the Hatfields and McCoys Between Hank Williams' pain songs and Newbury's train songs And blue eyes cryin' in the rain Out in Luckenbach, Texas ain't nobody feelin' no pain
Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas with Willie and Waylon and the boys This successful life we're livin's got us feudin' like the Hatfields and McCoys 'tween Hank Williams' pain songs and Jerry Jeff's train songs And blue eyes cryin' in the rain Out in Luckenbach, Texas there ain't nobody feelin' no pain
Money Talks Composer(s): Don Airey; Ian Gillan; Roger Glover; Steve Morse; Ian Paice Performer(s): Deep Purple
I was young and healthy Extremely wealthy I swung in the trees And did as I pleased I thought I was rich Oh yeah Such sweet seduction I could feel the suction Greasing my palm And doing no harm Just making some deals What a bitch
Money talks to me Whispers in my ear Gives me everything I want Everything I want
I had rising stock So I got more pockets I knew somewhere to stick it Where no-one would nick it I kinda went private And then, aha Such sweet seclusion No more intrusion Too much food on my plate But there's guards at the gate Such joy I could almost die of it
Money talks to me Lays it on the line Gives me everything I want Everything I want
Money goes to money Yes it always returns Finds its way back to the big house Where it lives all alone Wraithlike silent partners Operators of the system Give words of quiet assurance To an otherwise healthy victim
It's all coming back to me I would swing in the trees And I'd swim in the ocean I used to show some emotion
I was not to blame I feel no shame The structure was shaking Was there for the taking I had the resources But then, oh no Someone outbid me I can't take it with me? Then I will devour it I can't go without it It's simply a question of Market forces
Money talks to me Whispers in my ear Gives me everything I want Everything I want Money talks to me Laughs right in my face Gives me everything I want Everything I want
Luck Of The Draw Composer(s): Paul Brady - Phil Brady Performer(s): Bonnie Raitt; Paul Brady
You dust the bottles on the bar counter You're writing screenplays on the side Three nights a week can keep a girl workin' Sometimes it's good to lose your pride
These things we do to keep the flame burnin' And write our fire in the sky Another day to see the wheel turnin' Another avenue to try
It's in the luck of the draw, Baby The natural law Forget those movies you saw, little Baby It's in the luck of the draw, Baby The natural law (Flame keep on burnin') Forget those movies you saw, little Baby (wheel ever turnin')
You turn around and say it's last orders You fix the ribbon in your hair Tomorrow's letter by the hall doorway Could be the answer to your prayers
Luck Be A Lady Composer(s): Frank Loesser First performance/First recording/First release by: Robert Alda - 1950/1950/1951 Covered by multiple other artists
They call you Lady Luck But there is room for doubt At times you have a very unladylike way of running out You're on this date with me The pickin's have been lush And yet before this evening is over You might give me the brush You might forget your manners You might refuse to stay And so the best that I can do is pray
Luck be a lady tonight Luck be a lady tonight Luck if you've ever been a lady to begin with Luck be a lady tonight
Luck let a gentleman see How nice a dame you can be I know the way you've treated other guys you've been with Luck be a lady with me
A lady doesn't leave her escort It isn't fair, it isn't nice A lady doesn't wander all over the room And blow on some other guy's dice
So let's keep this party polite Never get out of my site Stick with me, baby, I'm the fellow you came in with Luck be a lady tonight
Money Is The Root Of All Evil
Composer(s): Joan Whitney - Alex Kramer
Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters
La-la-la Money is the root of all evil Money is the root of all evil Won't contaminate myself with it Take it away, take it away, take it away
If a woman calls a man honey And it's on account of his money Honey & money will soon be gone Take it away, take it away, take it away
I got the one I love I got the moon & stars above I got my youth & health What do I want with wealth?
Money is the root of all evil Money is the root of all evil Won't contaminate myself with it Take it away, take it away, take it away
La-la-la
Haven't got a cent but don't worry Haven't got a job but no hurry I would answer if they gave me gold Take it away, take it away, take it away
If you want no income tax mister Take it easy & relax mister When they offer work be strong & say Take it away, take it away, take it away
I got the one I love I got the moon & stars above I got my youth & my health What do I want with wealth?
Money is the root of all evil Money is the root of all evil Won't contaminate myself with it Take it away, take it away, take it away, take it away Take it away, take it away, take it away, take it away
Het Spel Kaarten
((English Versions: Deck Of Cards (Phil Harris) - 1948; The Red Deck Of Cards (Red River Dave McEnery) - 1954
A Hillbilly's Deck Of Cards (Ferlin Husky) - 1966; Cards Spiritualised; The Soldier's Almanac Bible And Prayer Book))
Performer(s): Cowboy Gerard & De Rodeo Riders - 1965
Het was in de tweede wereldoorlog Een groep soldaten kwam terug van een patrouille en arriveerde in een klein dorp De volgende morgen, zondag, ging een aantal van hen onder leiding van een sergeant, naar de kerk Nadat de geestelijke een gebed had gelezen begon 'ie te preken Die jongens die een kerkboek hadden haalden het te voorschijn Maar 1 van hen had alleen maar een spel kaarten bij zich dat 'ie voor zich uitspreidde De sergeant zag wat 'ie deed en zei dat 'ie de kaarten weg moest doen Na afloop van de dienst werd de soldaat gestraft en bij de officier militaire politie gebracht "Waarom heeft u 'm hier gebracht, sergeant?", vroeg de officier "Hij zat te kaarten in de kerk", was het antwoord "Wat heb je daar op te zeggen, knaap?", zei de luitenant "Heel veel", was het antwoord van de bewuste soldaat "Dat zullen we hopen, want als je geen deugdelijke reden hebt dan zal ik je strenger straffen dan wie ook" De soldaat zei: "Luitenant, ik ben zes dagen op patrouille geweest Ik had geen bijbel of kerkboek, maar ik hoop u te kunnen overtuigen van de oprechtheid van m'n bedoelingen" Nadat 'ie dit had gezegd, begon 'ie z'n verhaal
"Kijk luitenant, als ik naar de aas van het spel kijk, dan weet ik dat er maar 1 God is en de twee vertelt me dat de bijbel in twee delen verdeeld is, het oude en het nieuwe testament Als ik de drie zie, dan denk ik aan de Vader, de Zoon en de Heilige Geest De vier herinnert me aan de vier evanchelisten die het woord predikten Mattheus, Marcus, Lucas en Johannes De vijf doet me denken aan de vijf wijze maagden die hun lamp brandend hielden en gespaard bleven Vijf van de tien waren dwaas en werden verstoten; de overige vijf bleven gespaard Zes, dat zijn de zes dagen waarin God de hemel en de aarde heeft gemaakt Zeven herinnert me aan de zevende dag, de rustdag De acht doet me denken aan de acht mensen die gered werden toen de aarde vernietigd werd Het waren Noach, z'n vrouw, z'n zonen en hun vrouwen Bij de negen denk ik aan de melaatsen die onze Redder reinigde van de zonden en negen van de tien bedankten Hem zelfs niet Bij tien denk ik aan de tien geboden die Mozes op de stenen tafelen ontving Zie ik de koning, dan weet ik dat er slechts 1 grote Koning is De vrouw herinnert me aan moeder Maria, koningin van de hemel De boer van het spel is de duivel Als ik de tekens op de kaarten tel dan kom ik tot 365, de dagen van het jaar Er zijn 52 kaarten, de weken van het jaar Vier kleuren zijn er, vier weken in een maand Er zijn twaalf kaarten met een afbeelding, dat wil dus zeggen: twaalf maanden in een jaar Ook zijn er dertien troeven in een spel, dertien weken in een kwartaal Ziet u luitenant, m'n speelkaarten betekenen voor mij een bijbel een almanak en een kerkboek tegelijk"
Beste mensen, dit was een waar verhaal Ik weet het zeker, want die soldaat, dat was ik
Lucille Et Les Libellules Composer(s): Yves Duteil Performer(s): Yves Duteil
Deux ou trois libellules en vol Troublaient Lucille Sur le chemin de son école En pleine ville Ces libellules en ville sont folles Se dit Lucille Qui les attrape avec un fil Et puis s'envole
Deux ou trois libellules en vol Portaient Lucille Deux ou trois hirondelles en file Suivaient leur vol Elles sont arrivées sur une île Si loin de son école Que les lumières de la ville Sont des lucioles
Les libellules disaient "Lucille À notre école Vois, c'est facile, tu bats des cils Et tu t'envoles ..." Comme elles prononçaient ces paroles Au même instant Lucille Entendit au loin dans la ville Sonner l'école
Deux ou trois libellules en vol Suivaient Lucille Sur le chemin de son école En pleine ville Pressant le pas, souple et gracile Lucille frôlait le sol Battant des cils d'un air tranquille Vers son école
Money Honey
((French Versions: Belle Honey - 1963; Monnaie, Monnaie (by Johnny Hallyday) - 1996))
Composer(s): Jesse Stone
First release by: Clyde McPhatter & The Drifters - 1953
Covered by multiple other artists
You know, the landlord rang my front door bell
I let it ring for a long, long spell
I went to the window
I peeped through the blind
And asked him to tell me what's on his mind
He said
Money, honey
Money, honey
Money, honey
If you want to get along with me
Well, I screamed and I hollered
I was so hard-pressed
I called the woman that I loved the best
I finally got my baby about half past three
She said I'd like to know what you want with me
I said
Money, honey
Money, honey
Money, honey
If you want to get along with me
Well, I said tell me baby, what's wrong with you?
From this day on our romance is through
I said, tell me baby, face to face
How could another man take my place?
She said
Money, honey
Money, honey
Money, honey
If you want to get a long with me
Well, I've learned my lesson and now I know
The sun may shine and the winds may blow
The women may come and the women may go
But before I say I love you so
I want
Money, honey
Money, honey
Money, honey
If you want to get along with me
Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar altied wat te drammen, i-j zeurt 't hele joar
ik zit hele dagen met de kont veur de T.V. en vroag ik is 't etten kloar dan is 't antwoord: nee
Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar altied wat te drammen, i-j zeurt 't hele joar
ik wie vanmargen wakker Lucille was nergens te zien ik denk bi-j mien eigen wat een eigenwies knien
Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar altied wat te drammen, i-j zeurt 't hele joar
zie was weer terruggekommen met een stuk in de kraag in vind 't prima dat i-j schik hebt moar margen gin geklaag
Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar altied wat te drammen, i-j zeurt 't hele joar
wi-j hadden weer es ruzie en wi-j gooiden met servies moar zi-j gooien alleen met dure chinese vazen uut de Ming dynastie die ik op één van mien verre buutelandse reizen veur weinig trouwens, op de kop had kunnen tikken, ik zeg: ben i-j wel goed wies
Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar Lucille, wat maak i-j mien now weer kloar altied wat te drammen, i-j zeurt 't hele joar
altied wat te drammen, i-j zeurt en i-j zanikt en i-j zei ... eh zwamt 't hele g ... ganselijke lange joar
Money Honey Composer(s): Eric Faulkner; Stuart "Woody" Wood Performer(s): Bay City Rollers
Money-can't make you turn your head now Money-can't get you into bed now Money Honey-can't give more than you get now Money Honey you aint' got no respect But I like to watch you lust to see what you can get And Money Honey gets you breakfast in bed And Money Honey, oh you drive me out my head
Living like a princess with a frown Giving-I can't afford to cry on Money, Honey, hey, girl come on, don't bring me down
Money Honey you ain't got no respect ...
Money-must it buy all I can get now Money-without it how far will I get now Money Honey, hold it you'd be losing my respect now
Gimme Back My Bullets Composer(s): Gary Rossington; Ronnie Van Zant Performer(s): Lynyrd Skynyrd; and various other artists
Life is so strange when its changin', yes indeed Well I've seen the hard times and the pressures been on me But I keep on workin' like the workin' man do And I've got my act together, gonna walk all over you Gimme back my bullets Put 'em back where they belong Ain't foolin' around, 'cause I done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done Gimme back my bullets
Sweet talkin' people done ran me out of town I drank enough whiskey to float a battleship around But I'm leavin' this game one step ahead of you And you will not hear me cry 'cause I do not sing the blues
Gimme back my bullets Put 'em back where they belong Ain't foolin' around, 'cause I done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done Gimme back, gimme back my bullets Put 'em back where they belong
Been up and down since I turned seventeen Well I've been on top, and then it seems I lost my dream But I got it back, I'm feelin' better everyday Tell all them pencil pushers, better get out of my way Gimme back my bullets Put 'em back where they belong Ain't foolin' around, 'cause I done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done Gimme back, gimme back my bullets Oh put 'em back where they belong Gimme back my bullets
Lucille ((aka Lucille (Johnny Hallyday) - 1964)) ((Adapted from: Lucille (Little Richard) - 1957)) ((Dutch Version: Lucille (Normaal) - 1990)) Composer(s): Little Richard - Al Collins - Michel Pagliaro Performer(s): Michel Pagliaro - 1975
Lucille, tu es toujours partie en ville Lucille, tu es toujours partie en ville Ouais, je sais que je t'aime Il n'y a que toi Lucille
Lucille, reviens tout de suite à la maison Lucllle, reviens tout de suite à la maison Oui, je ne peux me passer de toi Tu me fais perdre la raison
How! Alors elle s'est enfuie Je n'ai pu la rattraper J'ai demandé de l'aide Mais personne n'a répliqué
Lucille, reviens tout de suite à la maison Oui, je ne peux me passer de toi Tu me fais perdre la raison Waah, aah
Lucille, reviens tout de suite à la maison Lucille, reviens tout de suite à la maison Oui, je ne peux me passer de toi Tu me fais perdre la raison
Oh, alors elle s'est enfuie Je n'ai pu la rattraper J'ai demandé de l'aide Mais personne n'a répliqué
Lucille, reviens tout de suite à la maison Oui je sais que je t'aime Il n'y a que toi Lucille Aah, ah, je sais que je t'aime, il n'y a que toi Lucille Aah, ah, je sais que je t'aime, il n'y a que toi Lucille How!
Money For Nothing Composer(s): Mark Knopfler; Sting Originally performed by: Dire Straits
I want my MTV... Now look at them yo-yo's - that's the way you do it You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't working, that's the way you do it Money for nothing and your chicks for free Now that ain't working, that's the way you do it Lemme tell ya - them guys ain't dumb Maybe get a blister on your little finger Maybe get a blister on your thumb
We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen delivery We gotta move this refrigerator We gotta move this colour TV
See the little faggot with the earing and the make-up Yeah buddy - that's hih own hair The little faggot got his own jet airplane The little faggot he's a millionaire
We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen delivery We gotta move this refrigerator We gotta move this colour TV
Uahuah... Ha...
We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen delivery Who's gotta move this refrigerator? Who's gotta move this colour TV?
I shoulda learn to play the guitar I shoulda learn to play them drums Look at that mamma, she's got it - stickin' in the camera Man - we could have some fun And he's up there, what's there - Hawaaian noises You're banging on the bongoes like a chimpasee
Ooh - that ain't working, that's the way you do it Money for nothing and your chicks for free
We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen delivery We gotta move this refrigerator We gotta move this colour TV
Money Down Composer(s): Wally Bryson Performer(s): The Raspberries
Never let no woman abuse me Never let no woman misuse me Never let no woman confuse me Never laid my money down Little woman think I got a heart of stone 'Cause I just wanna love 'em and leave 'em alone Money down!
Lotta funky women been tryin' to scare me Tell me that they'll leave me if I ain't true Ain't been a one who didn't have to share me Ya know that when they leave it ain't me that's blue Little woman can't ya see I'm bound to roam And I got no fears about livin' alone Money down!
Little woman tryin' to put the chains on me Til my dyin' day I'm gonna wanna be free Sorry 'bout it, baby, but that's just me!
Yeah, all right! All right! Ooh, yeah! Ooh, yeah, yeah! Money down!
Said I never let no woman abuse me And I never let no woman misuse me I never let no woman confuse me Never laid my money down Little woman think I got a heart of stone 'Cause I just wanna love 'em and leave 'em alone Yeah! Yes I do Money down! Uh-huh Money down! Money down! Said, Money down, yeah! Oh, you can leave me Oh yeah, oh no Money down, down, down, down, down
Gimme A Pigfoot (And A Bottle Of Beer) Composer(s): Coot Grant; Wesley Wilson Performer(s): Bessie Smith; and various other artists
Spoken: Twenty-five cents, hah, no, no I wouldn't pay twenty-five cents to go in nowhere 'Cause listen here.....
Up in Harlem ev'ry Saturday night When the highbrows get together its just too tight They all congregates at an all night strut And what they do is tut-tut-tut
Old Hannah Brown from 'cross town Gets full of corn and starts breakin' 'em down Just at the break of day You can hear old Hannah say
Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer Send me 'gain, I don't care I feel just like I wanna clown Give the piano player a drink Because he's bringin' me down! He's gotta rhythm, Y-e-e-a-a-h! When he stomps his feet He sends me right off to sleep Check all your razors and your guns We gonna be 'rested when the wagon comes I wanna pigfoot and a bottle of beer Send me 'cause I don't care Play me 'cause I don't care
Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer Send me 'gain, I don't care I feel just like I wanna clown Give the piano player a drink Because he's bringin' me down He's got rhythm, Y-e-e-a-a-h! When he stomps his feet He sends me right off to sleep Check all your razors and your guns Do the shim-sham-shimmy 'til the risin' sun Give me a reefer and a gang o' gin Play me 'cause I'm in my sin Play me 'cause I'm full of gin
Lucille ((aka Lucille (Michel Pagliaro) - 1975)) ((Adapted from: Lucille (Little Richard) - 1957)) ((Dutch Version: Lucille (Normaal) - 1990)) Composer(s): Little Richard - Al Collins - Alain Gaunay - Claude Pitkowski Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday - 1964
Lucille Pourquoi reviens-tu ce soir? Lucille Maintenant il est trop tard Entre nous c'est fini Je ne veux plus te revoir
Lucille Pourquoi viens-tu t'excuser? Lucille Je t'ai déjà oubliée Tu ne comptes plus pour moi Tu devrais t'en aller
Quand je t'ai vue danser avec lui dans le noir J'aurais voulu pleurer car je ne pouvais pas le croire Lucille Et quand il t'a embrassée Mon cur s'est mis à battre et mes mains à trembler
Oh! Lucille
Oh! Lucille Je ne sais pas ce qui m'a pris Lucille Comme un fou je suis parti Tu avais tout brisé Tout, en une seule nuit
