Dog Named Jim
Composer(s): Richard Pryor
Performer(s): Stinter



I once had a dog and his name was Jim
And he went around the house hiding things
He hid my old brown shoe and he hid it well
And where he put it I could not tell

Oh no... Jim you shouldn't hide these things you know

Well Jim got mad and he ran away
He ran from the house one dark day
He hid in an old brown shack, it hid him well
And where he went I could not tell

Oh no... Jim you shouldn't hide away you know

Jim, don't leave me alone...
Don't leave from your home...
Where's your bone?

I had a little dog and his name was Jim
And I never found out what happened to him
Maybe he's buried in an old brown box
But what I want to know is where's my socks?

Jim you shouldn't hide these things you know...

Come Into My Heart
Composer(s): Harold Logan; Lloyd Price
Performer(s): Lloyd Price;
Wayne Foret; Howard Tate



I've never heard a name, as quite as sweet as yours
I never saw eyes, as quite as bright as yours
I've never found love that cant grow old
And that is why, and that is why, I love you
So come on
You better come on step right on to my heart
You better come oooonn, to my heart
e'en a heart, as good and pure as yours
I've never seen a smile as true and bright as yours
I've never found love that can't grow old
And that is why, that is why, I love you
So come on
You better come oooon to my heart

Just sitting here thinking with a you on my mind
Don't go no where I'm worried all the time
Come on
You better come on come on into my heart
You better come ooonne into my heart

Rip It Up/Shake, Rattle And Roll/Blue Suede Shoes (Medley)
Composer(s): Robert "Bumps" Blackwell;
Chuck Calhoun; John Marascalco; Carl Perkins
Performer(s): The Beatles



Walk on out unto the sky
I don't care if I spend my dough
Tonight I'm gonna be one happy soul
Gonna rock it up
Gonna shake it up
Gonna roll it up
Whoah, have a ball tonight

Rattle and roll
I said shake, rattle and roll
You never do nothing
To save your doggone soul

Well get out of that kitchen
And shake those pots and pans
I said get out of that kitchen
And shake those pots and pans
I said to my soul:
You're the devil in a frying pan

Well I said shake, rattle and roll
I said shake, rattle and roll
I said shake, rattle and roll
I said shake, rattle and roll
You never done nothing
To save your doggone soul

You can knock me down
Slap my face
Slander my name all over the place
Do anything that you want to do
But ah-ha honey lay off them shoes

Now don't you step on my blue suede shoes
Well you can do anything
But lay off of them blue suede shoes
Ah go!

You can burn my house
Steal my car
Drink my liquor from an old fruit jar
Do anything that you want to do
But ah-ha honey lay off them shoes

And don't you step on my blue suede shoes, please
Well you can do anything
But lay off of them blue suede shoes
Ah go, hit it, Carl!

Well it's blue blue, blue suede shoes
Yeah, blue blue, blue suede shoes
Babe, blue blue, blue suede shoes

Yeah, brown brown, brown suede boots
Well do anything but lay off of them blue suede shoes

The Tattooed Lady
Composer(s): O'Keefe
Performer(s): Billy Cotton



I just heard a story that rings in my ears
It's one of the saddest a soul ever hears
To think of it makes me break out into tears
It deals with a man and his mate
Mother Eve in the Garden of Eden
Heard the serpent the same as the lass
And this girl might have turned from temptation
Except for a terrible snake in the grass

Oh, shame on the man who pursued her
The villain who viciously wooed her
She fell in a faint, so he pulled out his paint
And the first thing she knew, he'd tattooed her

Her downfall began as an innocent thing
Her husband went off to go fishing one spring
So she joined her girl friends to go on a fling
They all went to bathe on the beach
Then this artist came up with his paint pot
And his needle to toy mit her calf
She allowed him to tinker, he painted a fiend
Who was sawing a woman in half

Oh, shame on the man who pursued her
The villain who viciously wooed her
She fell in a faint, so he pulled out his paint
And the first thing she knew, he'd tattooed her

The girl wasn't bright, and the fellow was smart
And now that he'd made such a favourable start
He made her believe she was helping his art
They met every day after that

Never once did she think that he loved her
Nor did she think that he'd do her harm
Till the day that he tattooed in red, white and blue
And he wrote "I love you" on her arm

Oh, shame on the man who pursued her
The villain who viciously wooed her
She fell in a faint, so he pulled out his paint
And the first thing she knew, he'd tattooed her

Her husband come home and they instantly kissed
His eyes read the writing from elbow to wrist
He foamed at the mouth and eventually hissed
His rage drove him blinkin' well barmy
She was hurt by his attitude deeply
And hysterically started to laugh
So she pulled down her stocking and showed him the beast
Who was sawing a woman in half

Oh, shame on the man who pursued her
The villain what viciously wooed her
She fell in a faint, so he pulled out his paint
And the first thing she knew, he'd tattooed her

No chance did she have to explain things, for then
He yelled, "Never dampen my bath-mat again"
So now she gets tattooed whenever she can
She works in a circus for pay
And her soft epidermis is painted
With the pictures of sailors and such
And if you have a needle you too can tattoo
On the skin that they all love to touch

Oh, shame on the man who pursued her
The villain who viciously wooed her
She fell in a faint, so he pulled out his paint
And the first thing she knew, he'd tattooed her

Come Inside
Composer(s): Tom Bailey; Alannah Carrie
Performer(s): Thompson Twins



I can't find my way out of this place
I'm crawling on the floor
If the party's over, why won't you tell me?
I don't see you dancing any more

Well when all the doors are open wide
I'll be yours and maybe you'll be mine
So close your eyes; kiss the sky
The door is open won't ya come inside

Well can you hear the wind? It's telling lies
It happens all the time
Can you see the faces, seraphim eyes
They make me want to cry

Well when all the doors are open wide
I'll be yours and maybe you'll be mine
So close your eyes; kiss the sky
The door is open won't ya come inside

Come inside, come inside

Well, I could dive in deep or float on by
It doesn't matter to me, no
'Cos one way or another
I'm gonna get myself right out of this dream

Well when all the doors are open wide
I'll be yours and maybe you'll be mine
So close your eyes; kiss the sky
The door is open won't ya come inside

Well when all the doors are open wide
I'll be yours and maybe you'll be mine
So close your eyes; kiss the sky
The door is open won't ya come inside

When all the doors are open wide
I'll be yours and maybe you'll be mine
So cover your eyes; kiss the sky
The door is open, so come inside

Rip It Up
Composer(s): Robert Alexander Blackwell; John Marascalco
Performer(s): Little Richard;
and various other artists



Saturday night and I just got paid
I'm a fool about my money, don't try to save
My heart says "go go, have a time"
Saturday night and I'm feelin' fine

Chorus
I'm gonna rock it up, whoo
Rip it up
I'm gonna shake it up
Gonna ball it up
I'm gonna rock it
And ball tonight

Well almost 'bout ten I'll be flying high
I'll rock on out unto the sky
I don't care if I spend my dough
Tonight I'm gonna be one happy soul

chorus

The Tarpaulin Jacket
Composer(s): G.J. Whyte-Melville - Charles Coote



A tall stalwart lancer lay dying
And as on his deathbed did lay
To his friends who around him were sighing
These last dying words he did say

Wrap me up in my tarpaulin jacket
And say a poor buffer lies low
And six six stalwart lancers shall carry me
With steps solemn, mournful and slow

Had I the wings of a little dove
Far away I would fly, I'd fly
Start for the arms of my true lover
And there I would lay me and die

Then get you two little white tombstones
Put them at my head and my toe, my toe
And get you a penknife and scratch there
'Here lies a poor buffer below'

And get you six brandies and sodas
And set them all out in a row, a row
And get you six jolly good fellows
To drink to this buffer below

And then in the calm of the twilight
When the soft winds are whispering low, so low
And the darkening shadows are falling
Sometimes think of this buffer below

Come In The Morning
Composer(s): Bob Mosley
Performer(s): Moby Grape



Come in the morning
When the sun is shining
Bring me a dream
With the sun beams climbing

Above my head, yeah
To light another day for me

Stay with me now, tomorrow...
Come what may
Girl, come what may

Come in the morning
When most people are sleeping
Drifting in slumber
While others are keepin'

A light burning brightly
Come with me
I'll show you the way
Stay with me now, tomorrow...

I'm asking only
Cause if you're lonely
You gotta let me know
Enjoy the wonders
Of life and love
Before you have to go
Let me know

Come on, I need...

Stay with me now, tomorrow...
Come what may, come what may...
Come what may, come what may...

Come in the morning
When the sun is shining
Bring me a dream
With the sun beams climbing

Above my head, yeah
To light another day for me!

Stay with me now, tomorrow...
Come what may
Girl, come what may

You know I love you (Come what may)
You know that I need you (Come what may)
I don't want nobody else, baby (Come what may)
I don't need nobody, nobody else, baby (Come what may)
I just want your love (Come what may)

Rip It Out
Composer(s): Ace Frehley; Larry Kelly; Sue Kelly
Performer(s): Kiss; Ace Frehley; 
Scott Ian; Brian Tichy



Now I know, you've been cheatin' and lyin' all the time 
I didn't know you were gonna be so unkind 
I've been trying just to find out how we went wrong 
But I know that I can't trust you girl anymore 

Chorus: 
Rip it out, take my heart, you wanted it from the start 
You got it now, so goodbye, so rip it out, watch me cry 

It's so sad, I'm not glad to be with you today 
And it's bad, 'cos I can't stop the pain day by day 
If I knew how to stop you, I don't think I'd try 
I think it's better if we just part and don't say goodbye 

chorus 

I hope you suffer! 

chorus repeats 2x 

Rip it out (repeats out)

The Talk Of All The U.S.A.
Composer(s): G. Capuano - M. Capuano - H. Stott
Performer(s): Middle Of The Road



Julie puts her make up
On her face ev'ry day

She's a woman
Yes I know

She's a woman
Even so
she's the talk of all the USA

Oh
Yeah
The talk of all the USA

I went out with Julie
To a party one night

She's a woman...

I was mad I completely
Turned blind

She wouldn't let me love her
And it blew my mind
Julie said man
I must be very sure

She told me that she'd
Never been loved before
Then I put my coat on
We decided to go

She's a woman...

On the way back home
I tried with Julie again

She's a woman...

In the car with remote
Controlled hands

I knew that little Julie
She would understand

When I got there before my very eyes

I'll tell you man
I got myself a big surprise
Julie had that something
Other girls didn't have

She's a woman...

Come In From The Rain
Composer(s): Melissa Manchester; Carole Bayer Sager
Performer(s): Melissa Manchester



Well, hello there
Good old friend of mine
You've been reaching for yourself
For such a long time
There's so much to say
No need to explain
Just an open door for you
To come in from the rain
It's a long road
When you're all alone
And someone like you
Will always choose the
long way home
There's no right or wrong
I'm not here to blame
I just want to be the one
Who keeps you from the rain

From the rain
And it looks like sunny skies
Now that I know you're alright
Time has left us older
Wiser, I know I am
'Cause I think of us
Like an old cliche
But it doesn't matter
'Cause I love you anyway
Come in from the rain
And it looks like sunny skies
Now that I know you're alright
Time has left us older
But Wiser, I know I am
And it's good to know
My best friend has come home again
'Cause I think of us
Like an old cliche
But it doesn't matter
'Cause I love you anyway
Come in from the rain
Come in from the rain
Come in from the rain

Come Home To My Heart
Performer(s): Bobby Lewis



If you get lonely out there in that old world
And you become just a homesick little girl
Should the life you lead begin to fall apart
Then come home oh come home to my heart

Then come home to my heart the door is open
Come on home when the tears begin to fall
Forget the past and things that might have been
And come home to my heart just walk right in

If some old mem'ry should start working on your mind
And you get lonesome for the love you left behind
If your new world begins to fall apart
Then come home oh come home to my heart

Then come home to my heart...
And come home to my heart just walk right in

Riot In Cell Block #9
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber; Mike Stoller
Performer(s): The Robins;
and various other artists



On July second, 1953
I was serving time for armed robbery
'Bout four in the morning
I was sleepin' in my cell
I heard a whistle blow
I heard somebody yell

There's a riot goin' on
There's a riot goin' on
There's a riot goin' on
Up in cell block number nine

The trouble started in cell block no. 4
It spread like fire across the prison floor
I said "Come on boys, get ready to run 
Here comes the warden with a tommy gun"

There's a riot goin' on
There's a riot goin' on
There's a riot goin' on
Up in cell block number nine

The warden said
"Come out with your hands up in the air
If you don't stop this riot
You're all gonna get the chair"
Scarface Jones said, "It's too late to quit
And pass the dynamite, 'cause the fuse is lit"

There's a riot goin' on
There's a riot goin' on
There's a riot goin' on
Up in cell block number nine

The ninety-second hour
The tear gas got our men
Crawled in our cells
But every now and then...

There's a riot goin' on
There's a riot goin' on
There's a riot goin' on
Up in cell block number nine

The T.B. Is Whipping Me
Composer(s): Ernest Tubb
Performer(s): Ernest Tubb



You all heard the story of whippin’ that old TB
Plunkin’ and a singin’ whipping that old TB
We’ll I’m here to tell yah the TB is whipping me

Once I had a mama thought the world of me
Lord I once had a mama that thought the world of me
But her love vanished when I took this old TB

I went to see the doctor and he thumped upon my back
Went to see the doctor and he thumped upon my back
He say’s boy you’re travelin’ on a one way track

(Tell me the truth doctor)

I went on down the street, found a fortune tellin’ man
I strolled on down the street, found a fortune tellin’ man
I say’s boy I know my past, tell me my future if you can

(Tell it to me brother)

My lungs are rattlin’ and you ought to hear this cough of mine
Lord my lungs are rattlin’ and you ought to hear this cough of mine
Lord this dog gone bug must be working overtime

Listen hear pretty mama I know I can’t last long
Lord I know good mama that I can’t last long
Your gonna be sorry after I am gone

(You're gonna miss me honey)

Come Home Baby
Composer(s): Barry Mann; Cynthia Weil
Performer(s): Wilson Pickett & Tammi Lynn
and various other artists



W: I know just how bad I've hurt you
T: Oh yeah
W: Let me make it up some way
What can I do just to prove I love you
Should I beg on my knees? Baby, please come home
T: Come home baby
W: Baby, just come on home
T: Come home baby
W: Need your love so bad
T: Come home baby
W: Need you by my side
T: Come home baby
W: I'll be good to you, I promise
I'll do anything you say
I want your kiss; I can't go on like this
Keep me bad if you must, baby just come home
T: Come home baby
W: Baby, just come on home
T: Come home baby
W: Need your love so bad
T: Come home baby
W: Need you by my side
T: Come home baby
W: What can I do just to prove I love you
Should I beg on my knees? Baby, please come home
T: Come home baby
W: Baby, just come on home
T: Come home baby
W: Need your love so bad
T: Come home baby
W: Need you by my side
T: Come home baby

Río Y Mar
Composer(s): León Gieco; Gurevich
Performer(s): León Gieco



A veces me siento grande como el mar
a veces un corto tiempo del río que va
Soy un horizonte que te da las tormentas
y a veces soy un sauce que pide al viento dejar de llorar
Rí-i-o-o y-y mar, tal para cual

A veces soy un milagro que empieza                          
a veces una esperanza que pasó                                   
Soy una puerta del alba que se cierra                                                  
y a veces soy un caminante que te ruega por entrar
Río y mar, tal para cual
                              
A veces soy el altar de la luna
a veces arena pobre con sombras                                      
Soy un fantasma salvaje que no vuelve                                                    
y a veces soy un pájaro que por vos quiere regresar                         
Río y mar, tal para cual
Río y mar, tal para cual

The System
Composer(s): Merl Saunders - Carrier 
Performer(s): Jerry Garcia & Merl Saunders



Who will you murder
For democracy
Who's next to be slain

People wait to be
Sucked up
By your genocide campaign

Murdered for
Technology

Natural resources too

While earth faces extinction
Guess what?
They say prayers on the moon

I'm talkin', talkin' about the system (system)
Said I'm talkin', talkin' about the system (system)
I said the funky, funky system (system)
I said the funky, funky system (system)

Who will you murder
For democracy
Who's next to be slain

People wait to be
Sucked up
By your genocide campaign

No sociology
Equality of life
We'll only save ourselves
By lessening human strife

Feel the system
Stalk the land
And with death goes
Hand in hand

I'm talkin', talkin' about the system (system)
Said I'm talkin', talkin' about the system (system)
I said the funky, funky system (system)
I said the funky, funky system (system)

Who will you murder
For democracy
Who's next to be slain

People wait to be
Sucked up
By your genocide campaign

No sociology
Equality of life
We'll only save ourselves
By lessening human strife

So the system
Stalks the land
And with death goes
Hand in hand

I'm talkin', talkin' about the system (system)
Said I'm talkin', talkin' about the system (system)
I said the funky, funky system (system)
I said the funky, funky system (system)

Said the system, yeah
The funky, funky system (system)
The funky, funky system (system)
The funky, funky system (system)...

Come Home
Composer(s): Dave Clark; Mike Smith
Originally performed by: The Dave Clark Five



As I write my letter today
Tears start fallin' from my eyes
I remember things we used to say
And the ties that bind our love

Only one thing I want to do
Come home (whoa yeah)
Come home
Long as I know I'm comin' home to you
I'm comin' home

Please remember while I'm away
I think of you night and day
Of the things, of the fun
While we were one

Only one thing I want to do
Come home, come home
Long as I know I'm comin' home to you

I didn't think I'd ever be, whoa whoa
As bad as it's been, no-no-no
But now I'm comin' home
To give you a ring

As I write my letter today
Tears start fallin' from my eyes
I remember things we used to say
And the ties that bind our love

Only one thing I want to do
Come home (whoa whoa yeah)
Come home
Long as I know I'm comin' home to you

Only one thing I want to do
Come home (whoa whoa)
Come home
Long as I know I'm comin' home to you

Rio Nights
Performer(s): The Blue Diamonds



Rio nights are full of silent splendour
Down in dreamy old Brazil
Stars begin to shine, and one that I call mine
Just waits for me, I know she loves me still

The fleecy clouds like mantles hide the hilltops
There beside the Southern sea
At this bewitching hour, beneath an old rose bower
Somebody there is lonesome just for me

Rio nights are full of silent splendour
Down in dreamy old Brazil
Stars begin to shine, and one that I call mine
Just waits for me, I know she loves me still

The fleecy clouds like mantles hide the hilltops
There beside the Southern sea
At this bewitching hour, beneath an old rose bower
Somebody there is lonesome just for me
Somebody there is lonesome just for me

The Syncopated Clock
((Danish Version: Det Taktløse Ur (Gustav Winckler) - 1952))
Composer(s): Leroy Anderson - Mitchell Parish
First release by: Leroy Anderson and His "Pops" Concert Orch.
Covered by multiple other artists



There was a man like you and me
As simple as a man could ever be
And he was happy as a king
Except for one peculiar thing

He had a clock that worked all right
It worked all right, but not exactly quite
Instead of going "tick, tock, tick"
The crazy clock went "tock, tick, tock"

The poor old man just raved and raved
Because nobody could say
Why his silly clock behaved
That hickory dickory way
.
But now a famous man is he
He owns a public curiosity
From far and wide the people flock
To hear the syncopated clock

Tick-a-tock, tick-a-tock
There's a zing in the swing of that clock
Tock-a-tick, tock-a-tick
Don't you think it's a marvelous trick

Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling
There's a zong in the bong of that ring
Ling-a-ting, ling-a-ting
Don't you think it's a wonderful thing

The experts came to hear and see
But none of them could solve the mystery
They called Professor Einstein too
He said "There's nothing I can do"

But soon the fickle human race
Will find another freak to take its place
And one fine day the man will hock
The poor old syncopated clock