That Sunday, That Summer
Composer(s): George David Weiss - Joe Sherman
Performer(s): Nat "King" Cole
and multiple other artists



(If I had to choose just one day)

If I had to choose just one day
To last my whole life through
It would surely be that Sunday
The day that I met you

Newborn whippoorwills were calling from the hills
Summer was a-coming in but fast
Lots of daffodils were showing off their skills
Nodding all together, I could almost hear them whisper
"Go on, kiss her, go on and kiss her"

If I had to choose one moment
To live within my heart
It would be that tender moment
Recalling how we started
Darling, it would be when you smiled at me
That way, that Sunday, that summer

(Newborn whippoorwills were calling from the hills)
(Summer was a-comin' in but fast)
(Lots of daffodils were showin' off their skills)
(Nodding all together, I could almost hear them whisper)
("Go on, kiss her, go on and kiss her")

If I had to choose one moment
To live within my heart
It would be that tender moment
Recalling how we started
Darling, it would be when you smiled at me
That way, that Sunday, that summer

Ça Fait Désordre
Composer(s): Claude Moine - Pierre Papadianmandis
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell



Ça fait désordre, j'imprime pas tout
Ça fait désordre, je passe à côté d' tout
J'ai pas l' talent d' l'ordinateur
Lui, la mémoire, moi, les souvenirs au cœur
Comme quand tu t'en vas pour nulle part
Pour une étoile, même pas, un mirage
Ça fait désordre car j' suis pas du voyage
D'où tu reviens de tout
Tu pars, c'est comme ça, pour nulle part
Sans même savoir si j'suis dans tes bagages
Ça fait désordre, j' le vis comme un outrage
Et je reviens de tout
Ça fait désordre, d'être prisonnier
D' prendre tous ces trucs pour planer, et t'échapper
C'est du chantage aux sentiments
Ces faux paradis, c'est ta vie qui fout l' camp
Comme quand tu t'en vas pour nulle part
Pour une étoile, même pas, un mirage
Ça fait désordre car j' suis pas du voyage
D'où tu reviens de tout
Tu pars, c'est comme ça, pour nulle part
Sans même savoir si j'suis dans tes bagages
Ça fait désordre, j' le vis comme un outrage
Et je reviens de tout

Guitar And Pen
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
Performer(s): The Who



You're alone above the street somewhere
Wondering how you'll ever count out there

You can walk, you can talk, you can fight
But inside you've got something to write
In your hand you hold your only friend
Never spend your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen

When you take up a pencil and sharpen it up
When you're kicking the fence and still nothing will budge
When the words are immobile until you sit down
Never feel they're worth keeping, they're not easily found
Then you know in some strange, unexplainable way
You must really have something
Jumping, thumping, fighting, hiding away
Important to say

When you sing through the verse and you end in a scream
And you swear and you curse 'cause the rhyming ain't clean
But it suddenly comes after years of delay
You pick up your guitar, you can suddenly play
When your fingers are bleeding and the knuckles are white
Then you can be sure, you can open the door
Get off of the floor tonight
You have something to write

When you want to complain, there's no one can stop you
But when your music proclaims, there's no one can top you
You are wearing you heart on your jumping feet
You've got a head start away from the street

But is that what you want, to be rich and be gone?
Could be there's just one thing left in the end
Your guitar and your pen

When you sing to your mum, and you hum and you croon
And she says that she'd like it "with more of a tune"
And you smash your guitar at the end of the bed
Then you stick it together and start writing again
And you know that it won't be too long 'til your back
To bring her some money, she's calling you "honey"
Stashed in a bloody great sack
In your Cadillac

You're alone
You're alone

You're alone above the street somewhere
Wondering how you'll ever count out there

You can walk, you can talk, you can fight
But inside you've got something to write
In your hand you hold your only friend
Never spend your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen 
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen

Never spend your guitar or your pen

That Southern Hospitality (When You're Down In Dixie)
Composer(s): Chas. McCarron - Raymond Walker



I love to meet a man and take him by the hand 
if he's from Dixie from dear old Dixie 
Because in Dixie land the people treat you grand
They've got that Southern Hospitality
Gee, there's something the matter with you 
If you can really be lonesome and blue in Dixie

You'll find a welcome there on every easy chair 
When you're in Dixie 
In dear old Dixie 
And when you get a meal, you get a meal that's real 
With good old sweet potatoes Southern style
While there's nothing the matter with me 
I know a little bit better I'd be in Dixie

When you're down in Dixie 
In a town in Dixie
With its Southern ways, 
Its "Home and Mother" days 
In their arms they take you 
Right at home, they make you 
Oh, oh, oh, you're always pickin' on a chicken 
When you're down in Dixie 
In a town in Dixie 
You're welcome, you're welcome to all you see 
And the population's at the station there 
When your train pulls in from "Any where" 
They're always glad to see you, take it from me 
It's that Southern Hospitality

Ça Balance Pas Mal À Paris
Composer(s): Michel Berger
Performer(s): France Gall & Michel Berger



[France] J'suis née ici
[Michel] Pas à Memphis
[France] J'suis de Paris
[Michel] Pas de famille
[France] J'ai jamais connu Cab Calloway
[Michel] J'ai jamais rien produit sur Brodway
[France] J'connais Passy
[Michel] Pas Albany
[France] J'suis pas Yankee
[Michel] T'es bien titi
[France] Moi j'suis pas pour les cocoricos
[Michel] Y a aussi du mauvais dans l'Ohio
[France & Michel]
Ça balance pas mal à Paris
Ça balance pas mal
Ça balance pas mal à Paris
Ça balance aussi
[France] J'veux faire un show
[Michel] J'demande pas mieux
[France] Mets du nouveau
[Michel] Cest tout c'que j'veux
[France] Mais j'veux pas copier Ginger Rogers
[Michel] Pourquoi toujours América first
[France] West side story
[Michel] C'est bien fini
[France] Les parapluies
[Michel] C'était joli
[France] Mais je veux faire quelque chose à moi
[Michel] Faudra travailler mais pourquoi pas
[France & Michel]
Ça balance pas mal à Paris
Ça balance pas mal
Ça balance pas mal à Paris
Ça balance aussi
[Michel]
Les claquettes c'est plus de notre époque
La Métro Goldwin Mayer c'est plus la meilleure
[France & Michel]
Ça balance pas mal à Paris
Ça balance pas mal
Ça balance pas mal à Paris
Ça balance aussi
Ça balance pas mal
Ça balance pas mal
Ça balance pas mal à Paris
Ça balance aussi
Ça balance pas mal
Ça balance pas mal
Ça balance pas mal
Ça balance aussi

Guilty
Composer(s): Tiger
Performer(s): UB40



Well hello baby
Come sit down, make your self comfortable
Tell me somthing, how long have we known each other?
About ten months huh?
Say what`s that on your finger? An engagement ring?
So you and john are getting engaged huh ?
You know he`s a mighty lucky guy
Should be proud to have a woman like you
Listen, I`ve got something to tell you
Don`t think I`m getting fresh or anything like that
But this things been bugging me for a long time you know
And it's getting heavier each and every day
And I`ve just gotta get it off my chest
See I`ve never seen anyone like you
I`ve never known anyone like you
Let me take me back to my childhood a while
See we had a medium size family you know we were`nt rich
But my mother tried to bring us us the best she could
Did`nt commit no crime nor nothing
But I had to reach man hood to commit this crime
According to the code of love, if there is such a code
See love is a thing well, you know?
It`s a bit like quicksand
The more you wriggle the deeper you sink
And when it hit`s you you`ve just got to fall
That's why I do believe that I am Guilty
Guilty of loving you

That Song Is Driving Me Crazy
Composer(s): Tom T. Hall
Performer(s): Tom T. Hall



That song is a-driving me crazy, I gotta hear it again
First time I heard it, I was with some friends
It's a simple little song you can sing along with an old time melody
So would you play that crazy little song again for me

That song is a-driving me crazy, I gotta hear it again
First time I heard it, I was with some friends
It's a simple little song you can sing along with an old time melody
So would you play that crazy little song again for me

I love that part about break my heart and baby please come home
And I love that line about a-hurtin' my mind and my beer ain't got no foam

That song is driving me crazy, I gotta hear it again
First time I heard it, I was with some friends
It's a simple little song you can sing along with an old time melody
So would you play that crazy little song again for me

Well you sing high and I'll sing low and everybody sing along
But everybody quit while I get my kick singin' bring that boogie home

Hmmmm, that song is a a-driving me crazy, I gotta hear it again
First time I heard it, I was with some friends
It's a simple little song you can sing along with an old time melody
So would you play that crazy little song again for me

Okay gang... well that song is driving me crazy, I gotta hear it again
First time I heard it, I was with some friends
It's a simple little song you can sing along with an old time melody
So would you play that crazy little song again for me

That song is a-driving me crazy, I gotta hear it again
First time I heard it, I was with some friends
It's a simple little song you can sing along with an old time melody
So would you play that crazy little song again for me

Ça A Raté
Composer(s): Françoise Hardy - Roger Samyn
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy



Un jour que dans la rue seule je me promenais
Un garçon inconnu soudain m'a accostée
J'ai fait celle qui n'entendait rien, ne voyait rien
Et l'ignorait mais ça a raté

Le lendemain par hasard comme je me promenais
Je l'ai vu sans retard venir me relancer
Pour le décourager je lui ai parlé de moi sans arrêt
Mais ça a raté

Il m'a dit "que fait's vous ce soir?"
Et il a si bien insisté
Que jusqu'à minuit et plus tard
Ensemble oui nous avons twisté

Il m'a dit "que fait's vous ce soir?"
Et il a si bien insisté
Que jusqu'à minuit et plus tard
Ensemble oui nous avons twisté

On se voit chaque jour et dois je l'avouer
Je suis prise à mon tour car je crois bien l'aimer
Moi qui voulais à tout prix l'éviter
Je suis bien heureuse que ça ai raté

Moi qui voulais à tout prix l'éviter
Je suis bien heureuse que ça ai raté

Moi qui voulais à tout prix l'éviter
Je suis bien heureuse que ça ai raté 

Guilty
Composer(s): R. Roker; G. Shury
Performer(s): Pearls



As a lover you run for cover whenever trouble appears
Kiss and run again, you kiss and run again
Always ending in tears
You’ve been floating around like a butterfly
But I’m going to give you doubt

‘Cause you’ve been found and convicted of a serious crime
Caught in possession of this heart of mine
And I’m locking you away for a long, long time
You’re guilty, guilty, you’re guilty of love
I’m the judge and the jury and defendant, too
And I’m just about to throw the book at you
You’re guilty, guilty, can’t get away
‘Cause you’re guilty, guilty, now hear me saying
G-u-i-l-t-y 

Now I’m on the case, keeping you in place
Ain’t so easy to do
Don’t step out of line, or you’re gonna find
I’ll come a-gunning for you
Just like an agent from the FBI, I’m gonna get my man

‘Cause you’ve been found and convicted of a serious crime
Caught in possession of this heart of mine
And I’m locking you away for a long, long time
You’re guilty, guilty, you’re guilty of love
I’m the judge and the jury and defendant, too
And I’m just about to throw the book at you
You’re guilty, guilty, can’t get away
‘Cause you’re guilty, guilty, now hear me saying
G-u-i-l-t-y

found and convicted of a serious crime
Caught in possession of this heart of mine
And I’m locking you away for a long, long time
You’re guilty, guilty, you’re guilty of love
I’m the judge and the jury and defendant, too
And I’m just about to throw the book at you
You’re guilty, guilty, can’t get away
‘Cause you’re guilty, guilty, now hear me saying
G-u-i-l-t-y

I said G-u-i-l-t-y

That Song About The Midway
Composer(s): Joni Mitchell
First release by: Joni Mitchell - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists



I met you on a midway at a fair last year
And you stood out like a ruby in a black man's ear
You were playing on the horses, you were playing on the guitar strings
You were playing like a devil wearing wings, wearing wings
You looked so grand wearing wings
Do you tape them to your shoulders just to sing
Can you fly
I heard you can! Can you fly
Like an eagle doin' your hunting from the sky

I followed with the sideshows to another town
And I found you in a trailer on the camping grounds
You were betting on some lover, you were shaking up the dice
And I thought I saw you cheating once or twice, once or twice

I heard your bid once or twice
Were you wondering was the gamble worth the price
Pack it in
I heard you did! Pack it in
Was it hard to fold a hand you knew could win

So lately you've been hiding, it was somewhere in the news
And I'm still at these races with my ticket stubs and my blues
And a voice calls out the numbers, and it sometimes mentions mine
And I feel like I've been working overtime, overtime

I've lost my fire overtime
Always playin' one more hand for one more dime
Slowin' down
I'm gettin' tired! Slowin' down
And I envy you the valley that you've found
'Cause I'm midway down the midway
Slowin' down, down, down, down

Come All Ye Fair And Tender Ladies
Composer(s): A.P. Carter
Performer(s): The Carter Family - 1932
and multiple other artists



Come all ye fair and tender ladies
Take warning how you court young men
They're like a bright star on a cloudy morning
They will first appear and then they're gone

They'll tell to you some loving story
To make you think that they love you true
Straightway they'll go and court some other
Oh that's the love that they have for you

Do you remember our days of courting
When your head lay upon my breast
You could make me believe with the falling of your arm
That the sun rose in the West

I wish I were some little sparrow
And I had wings and I could fly
I would fly away to my false true lover
And while he'll talk I would sit and cry

But I am not some little sparrow
I have no wings nor can I fly
So I'll sit down here in grief and sorrow
And try to pass my troubles by

I wish I had known before I courted
That love had been so hard to gain
I'd of locked my heart in a box of golden
And fastened it down with a silver chain

Young men never cast your eye on beauty
For beauty is a thing that will decay
For the prettiest flowers that grow in the garden
How soon they'll wither, will wither and fade away

Guilty
Composer(s): Richard Whiting; Harry Akst; Donald Kahn
Performer(s): Margaret Whiting;
and various other artists



Is it a sin? Is it a crime?
Loving you dear like I do
If it's a crime then I'm guilty
Guilty of loving you

Maybe I'm wrong dreaming of you
Dreaming the lonely night through
If it's a crime then I'm guilty
Guilty of dreaming of you

What can I do? What can I say
After I've taken the blame?
You say you're through, you'll go your way
But I'll always feel just the same

Maybe I'm right, maybe I'm wrong
Loving you dear like I do
If it's a crime, then I'm guilty
Guilty of loving you

What can I do? And what can I say
After I've taken the blame?
You say you're through, you'll go your way.
But I'll always feel just the same

Maybe I'm right, maybe I'm wrong
Loving you dear like I do
If it's a crime, then I'm guilty
Guilty of loving you

That Silver Haired Daddy Of Mine
Composer(s): Gene Autry - Jimmy Long
Performer(s): Gene Autry
and multiple other artists



In a vine covered shack in the mountains
Bravely fighting the battle of time
There's a dear one who's weathered life's sorrow
It's that silver haired daddy of mine

If I could recall all the heartaches
Dear old Daddy, I've caused you to bear
If I could erase those lines from your face
And bring back the gold to your hair

If God would but grant me the power
Just to turn back the pages of time
I'd give all I own if I could but atone
To that silver haired daddy of mine

I know it's too late, dear old Daddy
To repay for the heartaches and cares
But dear Mother is waiting in Heaven
Just to comfort and solace you there

If I could recall all the heartaches
Dear old Daddy, I've caused you to bear
If I could erase those lines from your face
And bring back the gold to your hair

If God would but grant me the power
Just to turn back the pages of time
I'd give all I own if I could but atone
To that silver haired daddy of mine

Mystic Eyes
Composer(s): Van Morrison
Originally performed by: Them
Covered by various other artists



One Sunday mornin'
A-we went walkin'
Down by, the old graveyard
The mornin' fog
I looked into
A-yeah, those mystic eyes

Her mystic eyes
Mystic eyes
Mystic eyes
Mystic, eyes
Mystic eyes
Mystic eyes
Oh, the mystic eyes
Ooh

(Mystic, mystic, mystic, mystic, mystic) 

Guilty
Composer(s): Randy Newman
Performer(s): Bonnie Raitt;
and various other artists



Yes baby I been drinkin' 
And I shouldn't come by I know 
But I found myself in trouble 
And I had nowhere else to go 

Got some whisky from the barman 
Got some cocaine from a friend 
I just had to keep on movin' 
Til I was back in your arms again 

Guilty baby I'm guilty 
And I'll be guilty the rest of my life 
How come I never do what I'm supposed to do 
How come nothin' that I try to do ever turns out right? 

You know you know how it is with me baby 
You know, I just can't stand myself 
And it takes a whole lot of medicine 
For me to pretend that I'm somebody else

That Same Old Feeling
Composer(s): John MacLeod - Tony Macaulay
Performer(s): Pickettywitch
and multiple other artists



I still get the same old feeling 
Tearing at this heart of mine 
Telling me that maybe 
I'm not really over you 

I still get the same old yearning 
Turning my heart inside out 
Look there can't be any doubt 
I'm still not over you 

The oak tree where you carved my name 
A year ago now 
Somehow it doesn't look the same 
I think it knows now 
The places we would go 
Still play the songs we used to know 

I still get the same old feeling 
Tearing at this heart of mine 
Telling me that maybe 
I'm not really over you 

I still get the same old yearning 
Turning my heart inside out 
Look there can't be any doubt 
I'm still not over you 

The grotto where we used to meet 
Is overgrown now 
We'd dreamed we'd live there too someday 
Just start our own now 
The letters you wrote me 
Still bring back sad old memories 

I still get the same old feeling 
Tearing at this heart of mine 
Telling me that maybe 
I'm not really over you 

I still get the same old yearning 
Turning my heart inside out 
Look there can't be any doubt 
I'm still not over you 

I still get the same old feeling 
Tearing at this heart of mine 
Telling me that maybe 
I'm not really over you 

I still get the same old yearning 
Turning my heart inside out 
Look there can't be any doubt 
I'm still not over you 

Mystery Train
Dutch Title: Trein
Composer(s): Junior Parker; Sam Philips
Originally performed by: Elvis Presley
Covered by various other artists



Train I ride, sixteen coaches long
Train I ride, sixteen coaches long
Well that long black train got my baby and gone

Train train, comin' 'round, 'round the bend
Train train, comin' 'round the bend
Well it took my baby, but it never will again (no, not again)

Train train, comin' down, down the line
Train train, comin' down the line
Well it's bringin' my baby, 'cause she's mine all, all mine
(She's mine, all, all mine) 

Guilty
Composer(s): Barry Gibb; Maurice Gibb; Robin Gibb
Performer(s): Barbra Streisand & Barry Gibb;
and various other artists



Barbra:
Shadows falling, baby , we stand alone
Out on the street anybody you meet got a heartache of their own
(It oughta be illegal)
Make it a crime to be lonely or sad
(It oughta be illegal)
You got a reason for livin'
You battle on with the love you're livin' on
You gotta be mine
We take it away
It's gotta be night and say
Just a matter of time
And we got nothing to be guilty of
Our love will climb any mountain near or far , we are
And we never let it end
We are devotion
And we got nothing to be sorry for
Our love is one in a million
Eyes can see that we got a highway to the sky
I don't wanna hear your goodbye
Oh!

Barry:
Aaah!
Pulse's racing , darling
How grand we are
Little by little we meet in the middle
There's danger in the dark
(It oughta be illegal)
Make it a crime to be out in the cold
(It oughta be illegal)
You got a reason for livin'
You battle on with the love you're buildin' on
Together
You gotta be mine
We take it away
It's gotta be night and day
Just a matter of time
And we got nothing to be guilty of
Our love will climb and mountain near or far , we are
And we never let it end
We are devotion
And we got nothing to be sorry for
Our love is one in a million
Eyes can see that we got a highway to the sky

Barbra:
I don't wanna hear your goodbye
Barry
Don't wanna hear your goodbye
Together
I don't wanna hear your
And we got nothing to be guilty of
Our love will climb and mountain near or far , we are
And we never let it end
We are devotion
And we got nothing to be sorry for
Our love is one in a million
Eyes can see that we got a highway to the sky
Don't wanna hear your goodbye
Don't wanna hear your
And we got nothing to be guilty of...

That Rhythm Man
Composer(s): Andy Razaf - Fats Waller - Harry Brooks
Performer(s): Louis Armstrong
and multiple other artists



Now the trees all sway to rhythm
And the children play to rhythm
All the birdies flap their wings in rhythm too

Oh, the breezes float to rhythm
And the rivers flow to rhythm
Ev'ry flower nods in rhythm all day through

Now the trees all sway to rhythm
And the children play to rhythm
All the birdies flap their wings in rhythm too

Oh, the breezes float to rhythm
And the rivers flow to rhythm
Ev'ry flower nods in rhythm all day through

Ev'ry dance and ev'ry melody
Acts according to this recipe

Ev'rybody walks to rhythm
Ev'rybody talks to rhythm
Seems like the world can do without that rhythm man

Bob-bee-doh-bob-bee-doh-doh
Bib-bee-doh-bee-bo-bee-dee-doh
Bob-bee-doh-bo-bob-bob-bee-doh

Mystery Achievement
Composer(s): Chrissie Hynde
Performer(s): The Pretenders



Mystery achievement
Don't breathe down my neck no
I got no trophies on display
I sign them away
I mean what the heck
All of your promises
Don't fill me with pride no
I just wanna get out on the floor
And do the cuban slide, slide, slide, slide

But every day, every nighttime I find
Mystery achievement
You're on my mind
And every day, every nighttime I feel
Mystery achievement you're so unreal

Mystery achievement
Where's my sandy beach? yeah
I had my dreams like everybody else
But they're out of reach
I said right out of reach
I could ignore you
Your demands are unending
I got no tears on my ice cream but you know me
I love pretending

But every day, every nighttime I find
Mystery achievement
You're on my mind
And every day, every nighttime I feel
Mystery achievement you're so unreal