The One
Composer(s): Elton John - Bernie Taupin
Performer(s): Elton John



I saw you dancing out the ocean
Running fast along the sand
A spirit born of earth and water
Fire flying from your hands

In the instant that you love someone
In the second that the hammer hits
Reality runs up your spine
And the pieces finally fit

And all I ever needed was the one
Like freedom fields where wild horses run
When stars collide like you and I
No shadows block the sun
You're all I've ever needed
Baby you're the one

There are caravans we follow
Drunken nights in dark hotels
When chances breathe between the silence
Where sex and love no longer gel

For each man in his time is Cain
Until he walks along the beach
And sees his future in the water
A long lost heart within his reach

The Old Water Wheel
Performer(s): Slim Whitman



By the valley road
The lilacs are growin'
Around the mill
With an old water wheel

In his dusty coat
The river sits dreamin'
Of his true love
The pretty Lucille

The old water wheel
Keeps turning and turning
It seems to seize
All the kisses it sees

On the soft summer nights
When the hearts were alive
Making love to the sound
Of the old water wheel

In her eyes of blue
True heaven made green
And her hair was brown
As the meadow lark's wing

Every smile revealed
White pearls, empty dreamin'
And nature made her lips
Just to sing

But fate was unkind
She sneaked neath the lilacs
This dizzy world
Keeps moving along

But the old river seems
To be lost in his dreams
While the water wheel turns
As it's singin' this song

Lost in the song
Of the old water wheel...

The old water wheel
The old water wheel

The Old Violin
Composer(s): Johnny Paycheck
Performer(s): Johnny Paycheck



Well, I can't recall, one time in my life
I've felt as lonely as I do tonight
I feel like I could lay down, and get up no more
It's the damndest feelin'; I never felt it before

Tonight I feel like an old violin
Soon to be put away and never played again
Don't ask me why I feel like this, hell, I can't say
I only wish this feelin' would just go away

I guess it's 'cos the truth
Is the hardest thing I ever faced
'Cos you can't change the truth
In the slightest way 
I tried

So I asked myself
I said: "John, where'd you go from here?"
Then like a damned fool
I turned around and looked in the mirror

And there I saw, an old violin
Soon to be put away and never played again

So one more time, just to be sure
I said: "John, where in the hell do you go from here?"
You know that when a nickel's worth of difference
And I looked in the mirror, that's when I knew

That there I was seein', an old violin
Soon to be put away, and never played again

And just like that, it hit me
That old violin and I were just alike
We'd give our all to music
And soon, we'd give our life

The Old Sow
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Albert Richardson



There was an old farmer he had an old sow
Snort ow raspberry ow whistle ide-illy-dow
Suzanna's a funniful man
Snort an raspberry an whistle ide-illy-dan
Sing lassie go-rings re-low
Suzanna's a funniful man
Snort an raspberry an whistle ide-illy-dan
Suzanna's a funniful man

Now, this old sow she some little pigs
Snort igs raspberry igs whistle ide-illy-digs...

Now, these little pigs they muddled them up
Snort up raspberry up whistle ide-illy-dup...

Now, these little pigs they had to have straw
Snort aw raspberry aw whistle ide-illy-daw...

Now, these little pigs they had some curly tails
Snort ails raspberry ail whistle ide-illy-dails...

Now, these little pigs they had to be stuffed
Snort uff raspberry uff whistle ide-illy-duff...

Now, these little pigs they made a bit of bacon
Snort aton raspberry aton whistle ide-illy-daton...

Now, these little pigs they made a bit of ham
Snort am raspberry am whistle ide-illy-ham... 

The Old Songs
Composer(s): Buddy Kaye - David Pomeranz
Performer(s): Barry Manilow; David Pomeranz; David Osborne



Candles burning, glasses are chilled and soon she'll be by 
Hope and pray she'll say that she's willing to give us another try 
And if all those plans I made don't melt the lady's heart
I'll put on the old 45's 
And maybe the old songs will bring back the old times 
Maybe the old lines will sound new 
Maybe she'll lay her head on my shoulder 
Maybe old feelings will come through 
Maybe we'll start to cry and wonder why we ever walked away 
Maybe the old songs will bring back the old times and make her wanna stay 
It's been too long since I've seen her face light up when I come home 
It's been too many hours I've wasted staring at the phone 
Sweet old songs I'm counting on you to bring her back to me 
I'm tired of listening alone and maybe the old songs 
Will bring back the old times 
Maybe the old lines will sound new 
Maybe she'll lay her head on my shoulder 
Maybe old feelings will come through 
Maybe we'll start to cry and wonder why we ever walked away 
Maybe the old songs will bring back the old times and make her wanna stay 

Old Ship Of Zion
Composer(s): Thomas A. Dorsey
Performer(s): Don Gibson



T'is the old ship of Zion
T'is the old ship of Zion
T's the old ship of Zion
Get on board, get on board

The Old Rugged Cross 
Composer(s): George Bennard
First release by: Roy Rogers and Dale Evans - 1950	
Covered by multiple other artists



On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross
The emblem of suffering and shame
And I love that old cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain

So I'll cherish the old rugged cross
Till my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to the old rugged cross
And exchange it some day for a crown

O that old rugged cross, so despised by the world
Has a wondrous attraction for me
For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above
To bear it to dark Calvary

So I'll cherish the old rugged cross
Till my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to the old rugged cross
And exchange it some day for a crown

In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine
A wondrous beauty I see
For 'twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died
To pardon and sanctify me

So I'll cherish the old rugged cross
Till my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to the old rugged cross
And exchange it some day for a crown

To the old rugged cross I will ever be true
Its shame and reproach gladly bear
Then He'll call me some day to my home far away
Where His glory forever I'll share

So I'll cherish the old rugged cross
Till my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to the old rugged cross
And exchange it some day for a crown

The Old Refrain (What Shall Remain?)
Composer(s): Fritz Kreisler - Dorothy Fields
Performer(s): Grace Moore
and multiple other artists



I often think of home Dee-ol-ee-ay
When I am all alone and far away
I sing an old refrain, dee-ol-ee-ay
For it recalls to me a bygone day

It takes me back again to meadows fair
Where sunlight's golden rays beam everywhere
My childhood joys again come back to me
My mother's face in fancy too I see

It was my mother taught me how to sing
And to that memory my heart will cling
I'm never sad and alone while on my way
As long as I can sing Dee-ol-ee-ay

Though years have passed and gone, dee-ol-ee-ay
And though my heart is young my head is grey
Yet still the echoes ring, dee-ol-ee-ay
And dear old memories forever stay

This song will bring me visions full of light
And sweetest dreams throughout the darkest night
Of all that life can give, that song is best
I'll take it with me when I go to rest

And when at last my journey here is o'er
'Twill ring more joyfully than e'er before
For up to heavens I will take my lay
The angels, too, will sing dee-ol-ee-ay

The Old Piano Roll Blues
Composer(s): Cy Coben
Performer(s): Hoagy Carmichael
and multiple other artists



I wanna hear it again, I wanna hear it again
The Old Piano Roll Blues
We're sittin' at an upright, my sweetie and me
Pushin' on the pedals makin' sweet harmony
When we hear rinkety-tink, and we hear Plinkety-plink
We cuddle closer it seems
And while we kiss kiss, kiss, kiss, away all our cares
The player piano's playing razz-a-ma-tazz
I wanna hear it again, I wanna hear it again
The Old Piano Roll Blues

But We, Played the Piano Roll Blues
We sat there and began to play
My sweetie and me
We sat there pushing on the pedals making sweet harmony
But we, cuddle closer it seems
It seems just like a dreamin' 
While we kiss, kiss, kiss, our cares all away
The player piano's playing razz-a-ma-tazz
But we, wanna hear it again 
Those Piano Roll Blues

I wanna hear it again, I wanna hear it again
The Old Piano Roll Blues
The Old Piano Roll Blues
We sat there and began to play
We're sittin' at an upright, my sweetie and me
We sat there pushin' on the pedals makin' sweet harmony
When we hear rinkety-tink, and we hear Plinkety-plink
We cuddle closer it seems
Cuddle closer it seems
Its like a dreamin while we kiss kiss kiss away all our cares
The player piano's playing razz-a-ma-tazz

I wanna hear it again, just hear it again
The Old Piano Roll Blues 
The Old Piano Roll blues
The Old Piano Roll blues

The Old Music Master
Composer(s): Johnny Mercer - Hoagy Carmichael
Performer(s): Hoagy Carmichael
and multiple other artists



One night long ago by the light of the moon
An old music master sat composing a tune
His spirit was soaring and his heart full of joy
When right out of nowhere stepped a little coloured boy
You gotta jump it, music master
You gotta play that rhythm faster
You're never gonna get it played
On the Happy Cat Hit Parade
You better tell your friend Beethoven
And Mister Reginald De Koven
They better do the same as you
Or they're gonna be corny too
Long about nineteen seventeen
Jazz'll come upon the scene
Then about nineteen thirty-five
You'll begin to hear swing
Boogie Woogie and Jive
You gotta show that big broadcaster
That you're a solid music master
And you'll achieve posterity
That's a bit of advice from me
The old music master simply sat there amazed
As wide-eyed and open-mouthed he gazed and he gazed
How can you be certain little boy, tell me how?
Because I was born, my friend
A hundred years from now
He hit a chord that rocked the spinet
And disappeared into the infinite
And up until the present day
You can take it from me
He's as right as can be
Ev'rything has happened that-a-way

The Old Master Painter
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
and multiple other artists



That old master painter from the faraway hills
painted the violets and the daffodills
He put the purple in the twilight haze
then did a rainbow for the rainy days
Dreamed up the murals on the blue summer skies
painted the devil in my darlin's eyes
Captured the dreamer with a thousand thrills
The old master painter from the faraway hills
Then came his masterpiece and when he was through
He smiled down from heaven and he gave me you
What a beautiful job on that wonderful day
That old master painter from the hills far away

Old Man Of The Mountain
Composer(s): Lew Brown - Victor Young
Performer(s): Cab Calloway & His Orch.
and multiple other artists



With his long white beard and his crooked step
He tramps along with the folks all left (?)
With a twinkle in his eye he passes them by
The old man of the mountain

He wears long hair but his feet are bare
They say he's mad as an old march hare
His cares are none and he owes no one
The old man of the mountain

He talks with the birds when he's lonely
Sleeps with the stars for a tent
While the bees spread a feast when he's hungry
And God charges no rent

He'll live as long as an old oak tree
And laugh at fools like you and me
I often sigh and wish that I were
The old man of the mountain

With a long, white beard and a crooked stare
He tramps along with the folks all scared
With a twinkle in his eye, he passes them by 
The Old Man of the Mountain! 
Oh, he wears long hair and his feet are bare
They say he's mad as a grizzly bear
His cares are none and he fears no one
The Old Man of the Mountain!
He talks with the bears when he's lonely
He sleeps with the sky for a tent
And he'll eat you up when he's hungry 
And it wouldn't cost him a red cent! 
And he'll live as long as an old oak tree 
He'll eat up fools like you and me
Oh, I often sigh and jump and cry 
At the Old Man of the Mountain!

The Old Man No One Loves
Composer(s): W. Asbill
Performer(s): George Jones



In a bar-room down in Georgia sits an old man
His whiskers grey an' two or three days old
You can tell he's dreaming up another story
Just in case there's one he hasn't told

There's a story that he tells about a woman
And always says she was a Beauty Queen
But it's said the Angels came for her one morning
After that he just gave up on everything

The Old Man No One Loves is what they call him
The tales he tells are taller than the sky
The Old Man No One Loves sure tells some big ones
And everybody laughs and says, "You know that old man lies"

There's the one he always tells about his children
His son's a doctor up in Ohio
His daughter owns a bank in California
But he don't ever see them anymore

The Old Man No One Loves is what they call him
The tales he tells are taller than the sky
The Old Man No One Loves sure tells some big ones
And everybody laughs and says, "You know that old man lies"

But you know, that old man no one loves, he died this mornin'
The whole town was shocked by all those big limousines
And all his children gathered round and they wept beside him
And one cried out, "My Daddy's gone to meet his Beauty Queen"

The Old Man No One Loves is what they call him
The tales he tells are taller than the sky
The Old Man No One Loves sure tells some big ones
And everybody laughs and says, "You know that old man lies"

The Old Man No One Loves is what they call him
The tales he tells are taller than the sky
The Old Man No One Loves sure tells some big ones
And...

The Old Lamp-Lighter
Composer(s): Charles Tobias - Nat Simon
First recording: Kay Kyser & his Orch. - 1946
Covered by multiple other artists



He made the night a little brighter
Wherever he would go
The old lamplighter
Of long, long ago
His snowy hair was so much whiter
Beneath the candle glow
The old lamplighter
Of long, long ago

You'd hear the patter of his feet
As he came toddling down the street
His smile would cheer a lonely heart you see
If there were sweethearts in the park
He'd pass a lamp and leave it dark
Remembering the days that used to be
For he recalled when things were new
He loved someone who loved him too
Who walks with him alone in memories

He made the night a little brighter
Wherever he would go
The old lamplighter
Of long, long ago
His snowy hair was so much whiter
Beneath the candle glow
The old lamplighter
Of long, long ago

Now if you look up in the sky
You'll understand the reason why
The little stars at night are all aglow
He turns them on when night is near
He turns them off when dawn is here
The little man we left so long ago
He made the night a little brighter
Wherever he would go
The old lamplighter of long, long ago

The Old Dope Peddler
Composer(s): Tom Lehrer
Performer(s): Tom Lehrer



You are no doubt familiar with songs about the old lamplighter 
and the old umbrella man and the old garbage collector and all 
these lovable old characters who go around spreading sweetness 
and light to their respective communities 
But, it's always seemed to me that there is one member of this happy band who does an equally splendid job 
but who has never been properly recognized in song or story
and this is an attempt to remedy, at least in part, that deplorable situation

When the shades of night are falling
Comes a fellow everyone knows
It's the old dope peddler
Spreading joy wherever he goes

Every evening you will find him
Around our neighborhood
It's the old dope peddler
Doing well by doing good

He gives the kids free samples
Because he knows full well
That today's young innocent faces
Will be tomorrow's clientele

Here's a cure for all your troubles
Here's an end to all distress
It's the old dope peddler
With his powdered happiness

The Old Chisholm Trail
(Traditional)
First release by: Bob Atcher - 1949
Covered by multiple other artists



Come along boys and listen to my tale
I'll tell you of my troubles on the old Chisholm trail

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea

Oh, a ten-dollar hoss and a forty-dollar saddle
And I'm goin' to punchin' Texas cattle

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea

I wake in the mornin' afore daylight
And afore I sleep the moon shines bright

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea

It's cloudy in the west, a-lookin' like rain
And my durned old slicker's in the wagon again

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea

No chaps, no slicker, and it's pourin' down rain
And I swear, by gosh, I'll never night-herd again

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea

Feet in the stirrups and seat in the saddle
I hung and rattled with them long-horn cattle

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea

The wind commenced to blow, and the rain began to fall
Hit looked, by grab, like we was goin' to lose 'em all

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea

I don't give a darn if they never do stop
I'll ride as long as an eight-day clock

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea

We rounded 'em up and put 'em on the cars
And that was the last of the old Two Bars

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea

Oh, it's bacon and beans most every day
I'd as soon be a-eatin' prairie hay

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea

I went to the boss to draw my roll
He had it figgered out I was nine dollars in the hole

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea

Goin' back to town to draw my money
Goin' back home to see my honey

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea

With my knees in the saddle and my seat in the sky
I'll quit punchin' cows in the sweet by and by

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea

The Old Calliope
From the film "Sailor Beware" - 1952
Composer(s): Jerry Livingston - Mack David
Performer(s): Dean Martin & Jerry Lewis



My grandpa was a minstrel man, a minstrel man was he
And to tell the truth, I guess I've got some minstrel blood in me
You can have all the harps in heaven, blow all the horns here on the ground
But I find I still get my greatest thrill every time I hear this sound

I love to hear an old calliope
I love the melody of an old calliope
And when you hear that thrilling harmony
Gather roun', the minstrel show's in town 
(JL) wow, wow, wow, wow!

It sounds so grand, that old calliope
What is more heavenly than an old calliope?
Here comes the band, oh what a sight to see
Gather roun', the minstrel show's in town 
(JL) wow, wow, wow, wow!

Banjo's strummin' 
(Both) za zoo za zoo za zoo zaz
Folks are hummin'
(Both) za zoo za zoo za zoo zaz
Minstrels comin' 
(Both) za zoo za zoo za zoo zaz
What a show, what a show 
(Both) It's the finest show I know

It's comin' near 
(JL) Coming near coming near
That old calliope 
(JL) What a sight to see
Oh, what a melody 
(JL) What a melody
On the old calliope 
(JL) Old calliope
(Both) So loud and clear, that thrilling harmony
(Both) Gather roun', the minstrel show's in town

There's the Interlocutor
And Mr. Bones so full of life
"Who's that lady you were with last night?"
(JL) "That was no lady that was my wife"
(DM) Ha, ha! 
(JL) Ha, ha! 
(DM) Ho, ho! 
(JL) Ho, ho!
(Both) What a show, what a show, what a show

Says the Interlocutor
To Mr. Bones so full of pride:
"Why does the chicken cross the road?"
(JL) "Why to get to that other side"

I love to hear an old calliope
I love the melody of an old calliope
(JL) And when you hear that thrilling harmony
(Both) Gather roun', the minstrel show's in town

The Old Bazaar In Cairo
Composer(s): Charlie Chester - K. Morris - Clinton Ford
Performer(s): Clinton Ford



Sand bags, wind bags, camels with a hump
Fat girls, thin girls, some a little plump
Slave girls sold here, fifty bob a lump
In the old bazaar in Cairo

Brandy, shandy, beer without a froth
Braces, laces, a candle for the moth
Bet you'd look a smasher in an old loin cloth
In the old bazaar in Cairo

You can buy most anything
Thin bulls, fat cows, a little bit of string
You can purchase anything you wish
A clock, a dish and something for your Auntie Nellie

Harem, scarem, what d'ya think of that
Bare knees, striptease, dancing on the mat
Umpa! Umpa! That's enough of that
In the old bazaar in Cairo

Rice pud, very good, what's it all about
Made it in a kettle and they couldn't get it out
Everybody took a turn to suck it through the spout
In the old bazaar in Cairo

Mamadan, Ramadan, everything in style
Genuine, beduine carpet with a pile
Funny little odds and ends floating down the Nile
From the old bazaar in Cairo

You can buy most anything
Sheeps eyes, sand pies, a watch without a spring
You can buy a pomegranate too
A water-bag, a little bit of hokey pokey

Yashmaks, pontefracts, what a strange affair
Dark girls, fair girls, some with ginger hair
The rest of it is funny but they censor it out there
In the old bazaar in Cairo

The Old Apple Tree
Composer(s): M.K. Jerome - Jack Scholl
Performer(s): Weaver Brothers & Elviry
and multiple other artists



Oh! The old apple tree in the orchard
Lives in my memory
'Cause it reminds me of my Pappy
He was handsome, young and happy
When he planted the old apple tree

Say "Goodbye", say "Goodbye"
Say "Goodbye" to the old apple tree
If my Pappy had a knowed it
He'd be sorry that he growed it
'Cause he died on the old apple tree

Then one day Pappy took Widder Norton
Out on a jamboree
And when he took her home at sun-up
Brother Norton raised his gun up
And chased Pappy up in the tree

Say "Goodbye", say "Goodbye"
Say "Goodbye" to the old apple tree
If my Pappy had a knowed it
He'd be sorry that he growed it
'Cause he died on the old apple tree

When the neighbors came after my Pappy
Up in the tree was he
The neighbors took a rope and strung him
By the neck and then they hung him
To a branch of the old apple tree

Say "Goodbye", say "Goodbye"
Say "Goodbye" to the old apple tree
If my Pappy had a knowed it
He'd be sorry that he growed it
'Cause he died on the old apple tree

Now my poor Pappy lies in the orchard
Out of his misery
They put the apples in the basket
Chopped the tree down for a casket
And my poor Pappy's gone with the tree

Say "Goodbye", say "Goodbye"
Say "Goodbye" to the old apple tree
If my Pappy had'a knowed it
He'd be sorry that he growed it
'Cause he died on the old apple tree

Old Age Pension Check
Composer(s): Roy Acuff
Performer(s): Roy Acuff; The New Lost City Ramblers



When our old age pension check comes to our door
We won't have to dread the poor house anymore
Though we're old and thin and gray
Good times will be back to stay
When our old age pension check comes to our door
When her old age pension check comes to her door
Dear old grandma won't be lonesome any more
She'll be waiting at the gate
Every night she'll have a date
When her old age pension check comes to her door

Grow a flowing long white beard and use a cane
'Cause you're in your second childhood, don't complain
Life will just begin at sixty
We'll all feel very frisky
When our old age pension check comes to our door

Powder and paint will be abolished on that day
And hoop skirts will then be brought back into play
Painted cheeks will be the rage
And old maids will tell their age
When their old age pension check comes to their door

All the drug stores will go bankrupt on that day
For cosmetics, they will all be put away
I'll put a flapper on the shelf
Get a grandma for myself
When her old age pension check comes to her door

There's a man that turned this country upside-down
With his old age pension rumor going 'round
If you want in on the fun
Send your dime to Washington
And that old age pension man will be around