Dinsdag 24 juli 1973
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Farsante
Composer(s): Homero Aguilar
Performer(s): Javier Solis; Chelo Silva
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Maandag 23 juli 1973
Ballad Of The Blue Cyclone
Ballad Of The Blue Cyclone
Composer(s): Glen Sutton
Performer(s): Ray Stevens
Well, you've heard of Samson and Hercules
They both brought a lot of folks to their knees
And throughout history their legends have grown and grown
Then there was Tarzan and Superman and Captain Marvel with the cool Shazam
But there weren't even any that compare to the Blue Cyclone
In a little bar one Wedensday night, me and ole Bill was about half tight
Comparin' Dolly Pardon to Lana Turner and Liz
When Bill winked at me and downed his beer and said
"Hoss, there ain't nothin' happenin' here!"
"Let's go to the rasslin' matches where the action is!"
Well, I'd never seen the matches before and when we reached the arena door
The crowd was already backed up out in the street
And people were pushin' and shovin' like cattle
Just gettin' in line was a heck of a battle
We had to fight like hell but we finally got ring side seats
Then we bought a progam as we passed though the door
Went section D, seats three and four
And about that time the announcer stepped in the ring
He said, "Tonight's the greatest card ever been signed
We got a tag team match that'll blow yer mind!"
And they lowered the lights and the crowd began to scream
He introduced the Spider from parts unknown with his trusty partner, the Blue Cyclone
They were takin' on a team that never had been beat
Well, the ref checked 'em over the rules were explained
And somebody hollered, "The Spider's got a chain!"
And in come the Vulture with his manager, Sneaky Pete
Then they rang the bell and all hell broke loose
My legs were shakin' like a rubber goose
'Cause I'd never seen anything like this, not even in the war!
Cyclone put the Vulture in an airplane spin
Then he body slammed him then he did it again
And I swear I didn't see how that cat could take much more
Then a little old lady right next to me
Why, if she was a day, she was eighty-three
But she raised more sin than any man I've ever seen
She screamed and cussed in the Cyclone's face
Till they carried her away like a basket case
Then the po-lice came and formed a circle around the ring
Then on the second row up jumped a man
I could see a pocket knife in his hand
He hollered, "Let me in there and I'll mop up the floor!"
His wife reached up and grabbed his sleeve
And I saw him breath a sigh of releif
And then he sat down and he never did say no more
It was right about there in the thick of things
That my buddy, Bill threw a chair in the ring
And that's when I knew that we'd better head for the door
'Cause I saw that Cyclone lookin' at us and he rubbed his head and started to cuss
And I knew if he caught us he'd break Bill's neck for sure
Well, where we'd parked wasn't that far and Bill ran so fast he beat me to the car
And locked the doors and wasn't 'bout to let nobody in
And I turned around and Cyclone was there and he said
"Hey, punk! You forgot yer chair!"
And by the look in his eyes I knew that this was the end
Then he jumped up real high in the air and both feet caught me with a flyin' mare
And I saw stars when I hit that hard concrete
It broke both of my arms and three of my ribs, it's the closet thing I've come to bein' killed
That's the last thing I remember before he put me to sleep!
Put that sleeper on me...
You know, I oughtta slam Bill! Heh! Lockin' the car doors like that!
Left me out there to fight the Cyclone by myself...
Heh! I ain't a rassler!
I'll tell you one thing... Cyclone was lucky I was drinkin'!
Soon as I get well... He's had it!
I'll get him if it's the last thing I ever do...
Maandag 23 juli 1973
Caminos Diferentes
Caminos Diferentes
Composer(s): Alfredo Gil
Performer(s): Javier Solís
Nos confiamos tantas cosas nos hablamos dulcemente
y entre besos y más besos nos amamos tiernamente
Fueron tantas confidencias remembranzas del pasado
y con lágrimas clavamos del amor nuestro pecado
Hemos tomado caminos diferentes uno del otro
a Dios le pido con fervor olvidarte poco a poco
Nos miramos con tristeza, suspiramos hondamente
y sin decirnos adiós nos dijimos hasta siempre
Hemos tomado caminos diferentes uno del otro
a Dios le pido con fervor olvidarte poco a poco
Nos miramos con tristeza, suspiramos hondamente
y sin decirnos adiós nos dijimos hasta siempre
Maandag 23 juli 1973
Faro-La, Faro-Li (Song Of The New Wine)
Faro-La, Faro-Li (Song Of The New Wine)
Composer(s): Curt Siodmak; Hans J. Salter
Performer(s): Adia Kuznetzoff;
Judy Kaye And The Scarlettes
Come one and all and sing a song
Faro-la, faro-li!
For life is short, but death is long
Faro-la, faro-li!
There'll be no music in the tomb
So sing with joy and down with gloom
Tonight the new wine is in bloom
Faro-la, faro-li!
Tonight we toast our happy host
Faro-la, faro-li!
For he's the man we love the most
Faro-la, faro-li!
He's barrel-chested, dipper-lipped
For drinking wine, he's well-equipped
But where's his chest? It must have slipped
Faro-la, faro-li!
If Franzec never drank at all
Faro-la, faro-li!
He might not care for alchohol
Faro-la, faro-li!
But since he drinks them by the score
He loves his bottles more and more
He even likes them on the floor
Faro-la, faro-li!
Now here's a pair of newly-weds
Faro-la, faro-li!
With love and kisses in their heads
Faro-la, faro-li!
Tonight theres only he and she
Just one and two, as you can see
But very soon they may be three
Faro-la, faro-li!
The wine tonight is nobly blessed
Faro-la, faro-li!
By such a lady and her guest
Faro-la, faro-li!
To them a toast, come drink with me
That they may ever happy be
And may they live eternally
Faro-la, faro-li!
Zondag 22 juli 1973
The Ballad Of Paladin
The Ballad Of Paladin
Composer(s): Sam Rolfe - Johnny Western - Richard Boone
Performer(s): Johnny Western
and multiple other artists
Paladin, Paladin, where do you roam
Paladin, Paladin, far, far from home
Have gun, will travel reads the card of a man
A knight without armour in a savage land
His fast gun for hire heeds the calling wind
A soldier of fortune is the man called Paladin
Paladin, Paladin, where do you roam
Paladin, Paladin, far, far from home
He travels on to wherever he must
A chess knight of silver is his badge of trust
There are campfire legends that the plainsmen spin
Of the man with the gun, of the man called Paladin
Paladin, Paladin, where do you roam
Paladin, Paladin, far, far from home
Far from home
Far from home
Zondag 22 juli 1973
Camino Del Indio
Camino Del Indio
Composer(s): Atahualpa Yupanqui
Performer(s): Atahualpa Yupanqui
and multiple other artists
Caminito del indio
sendero coya sembrao de piedras
caminito del indio
que junta el valle con las estrellas
Caminito que anduvo
de sur a norte mi raza vieja
antes que en la montaña
la Pachamama se ensombreciera
Cantando en el cerro
llorando en el río
se agranda en la noche
la pena del indio
El sol y la luna
y este canto mío
besaron tus piedras
camino del indio
En la noche serrana
llora la quena su honda nostalgia
y el caminito sabe
cuál es la chola que el indio llama
Se levanta en el cerro
la voz doliente de la baguala
y el camino lamenta
ser el culpable de la distancia
Cantando en el cerro ...
Zondag 22 juli 1973
Farmer Ferdinand Hudson
Farmer Ferdinand Hudson
Composer(s): Robin Gibb
Performer(s): Robin Gibb
Now it is dawn and a new day is born
But with a trail of despair
The new day was shining but many had gone
Farmer Ferdinand Hudson had lost much more than he'd won
He sat by a table and cried in his rum
The cobwebs hung heavy and dreary beside
All that looked at him could barely decide
He passed for one day so to sleep in that night
And early that morning he died
Zaterdag 21 juli 1973
Ballad Of Muk Tuk Annie
Ballad Of Muk Tuk Annie
Composer(s): Wilf Carter - John Klenner
Performer(s): Stompin' Tom Connors
Yeah, let me tell you the story about Muk-Tuk Annie
Who came South to go to school
With a see-through blouse and sealskin mini
Old Annie sure looked cool
She blew into Montreal in the early fall
Like nothin' they'd ever seen
With long black hair and reindeer underwear
She weighed about two-sixteen
She came a long, long way from Frobisher Bay
People, doncha know now what I mean
She had the boys all cryin' on the distant early warning line
Old Muk-Tuk Annie could really make the scene
Well she told her teacher that she wanted to dance
Said she wanted to study ballet
But she was four-foot-six with her mukluks off
And I heard her teacher say
"Now I ain't sayin' Annie that you can't dance
No, I wouldn't wanna tell you that
But I got a form here signed in triplicate
Says you gotta learn to drive a cab"
She says, "I don't wanna learn to cook or sew
Build boats or drive no cab
'Cause I came South to sing and dance
And groovy shit like that
'Cause I was Miss Baffin Island Beauty Queen
For nineteen-seventy-four
And I spent a whole weekend in Grise Fiord
With the boys beatin' down the door
She came a long, long way from Frobisher Bay
People, doncha know now what I mean
She had the boys all cryin' on the distant early warning line
Old Muk-Tuk Annie could really make the scene
Well she said, "Thank you for your trouble, Sir
But I'll make it on my own
And the word spread through the North like wildfire
"Big Annie's comin' home"
She got off o' the plane with a record player
Ballet slippers on her toes
And she opened up a little groovy club
Where ev'rybody comes and goes
She got Old Stompin' Tom on the record player
And she serves good booze and grub
And the folks around Baffin Island
Figure it's better'n any old Playboy club
You can drink tea, beer and anti-freeze
Till you fall right off o' your feet
And there's seal flippers and potato chips
When you feel like somethin' to eat
She came a long, long way from Frobisher Bay
People, doncha know now what I mean
She had the boys all cryin' on the distant early warning line
Old Muk-Tuk Annie could really make the scene
Well she packs that joint almost ev'ry night
An' folks come from miles around
And ev'ry night about ten o'clock
All the houselights are turned way down
And suddenly she's on the stage
Wearin' that toothless grin
Short fat Annie, the Goddess o' Love
And she's gonna do her Dance of Sin
Well she jumps and shouts, and huffs and puffs
And does a little bump and grind
And all she's wearin' is them ptarmigan feathers
Scotch-taped to her behind
Well she made about a hundred grand last year
Which wasn't too bad at all
And decided to take a little holiday
So she flew down to Montreal
It seems she ran into her teacher there
You know, the one that she met before
And she gave him a job tendin' the bar
And takin' tickets at her Nightclub door
She come a long, long way from Frobisher Bay
People, doncha know now what I mean
She had the boys all cryin' on the distant early warning line
Old Muk-Tuk Annie could really make the scene
Let me tell ya now, Muk-Tuk Annie could really make the scene
Let me tell ya now, Muk-Tuk Annie could really make the scene
Zaterdag 21 juli 1973
Camino De Guanajuato
Camino De Guanajuato
Composer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez
Performer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez
No vale nada la vida
la vida no vale nada
comienza siempre llorando
y así llorando se acaba
por eso es que en este mundo
la vida no vale nada
Bonito León Guanajuato
su feria con su jugada
ahí se apuesta la vida
y se respeta al que gana
allá en mi León Guanajuato
la vida no vale nada
Camino de Guanajuato
que pasas por tantos pueblos
no pases por Salamanca
que ahí me hierre el recuerdo
vete rodeando veredas
no pases porque me muero
El Cristo de tu montaña
del cerro del Cubilete
consuelo de los que sufren
adoración de la gente
el Cristo de tu montaña
del Cerro del Cubilete
Camino de Santa Rosa
la Sierra de Guanajuato
ahí nomás tras lomita
se ve Dolores Hidalgo
ahí me quedo paisano
ahí es mi pueblo adorado
Zaterdag 21 juli 1973
Farewell Angelina
Farewell Angelina
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
First release by: Joan Baez - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Adieu Angélina (by Nana Mouskouri)
1970 - Addio Angelina (by Bobby Solo)
2006 - Adjö Angelina (by Totta & Wiehe)
Farewell Angelina
The bells of the crown
Are being stolen by bandits
I must follow the sound
The triangle tingles
And the trumpets play slow
Farewell Angelina
The sky is on fire
And I must go
There's no need for anger
There's no need for blame
There's nothing to prove
Ev'rything's still the same
Just a table standing empty
By the edge of the sea
Farewell Angelina
The sky is trembling
And I must leave
The jacks and the queens
Have forsaked the courtyard
Fifty-two gypsies
Now file past the guards
In the space where the deuce
And the ace once ran wild
Farewell Angelina
The sky is folding
I'll see you in a while
See the cross-eyed pirates sitting
Perched in the sun
Shooting tin cans
With a sawed-off shotgun
And the neighbors they clap
And they cheer with each blast
Farewell Angelina
The sky's changing color
And I must leave fast
King Kong, little elves
On the rooftops they dance
Valentino-type tangos
While the make-up man's hands
Shut the eyes of the dead
Not to embarrass anyone
Farewell Angelina
The sky is embarassed
And I must be gone
The machine guns are roaring
The puppets heave rocks
The fiends nail time bombs
To the hands of the clocks
Call me any name you like
I will never deny it
Farewell Angelina
The sky is errupting
I must go where it's quiet
Vrijdag 20 juli 1973
The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan
The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
First release by: Dr. Hook & The Medicine Show - 1974
Covered by multiple other artists
The morning sun touched lightly on
The eyes of Lucy Jordan
In her white suburban bedroom
In a white suburban town
As she lay there 'neath the covers
Dreaming of a thousand lovers
Till the world turned to orange
And the room went spinning 'round
At the age of thirty-seven
She realized she'd never ride
Through Paris in a sports car
With the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing
As she sat there, softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she'd memorized
In her daddy's easy chair
Her husband is off to work
And the kids are off to school
And there were, oh, so many ways
For her to spend the day
She could clean the house for hours
Or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked through the shady streets
Screaming all the way!
At the age of thirty-seven
She realized she'd never ride
Through Paris in a sports car
With the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing
As she sat there, softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she'd memorized
In her daddy's easy chair
The evening sun touched gently on
The eyes of Lucy Jordan
On the roof top, where she climbed
When all the laughter grew too loud
And she bowed and curtsied to the man
Who reached and offered her his hand
And he led her down to the long white car
That waited past the crowd
At the age of thirty-seven
She knew she'd found forever
As she rolled along through Paris
With the warm wind in her hair
Vrijdag 20 juli 1973
Camino De Aguascalientes
Camino De Aguascalientes
Composer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez
Performer(s): Yolanda del Rio
Solito con mi caballo
camino de Aguascalientes
voy derechito a San Marcos
la feria de los valientes
a ver si pierde mi gallo
delante de tantas gentes
Borracho y enamorado
no sé cual es mi fortuna
me gusta el cielo nublado
aunque se esconda la luna
yo soy más apasionado
cuando la noche es oscura
Camino de Aguascalientes
a San Marcos voy llegando
a ver si encuentro en su feria
la dicha que ando buscando
Amigo de los amigos
me sé jugar lo que gano
si acaso tengo enemigos
me sé pelear mano a mano
pa'mi no hay hombre más hombre
yo también soy mexicano
El cielo sigue nublado
la luna sigue escondida
y yo sigo apasionado
tomando mucho tequila
queriendo echar un volado
aunque me cueste la vida
Camino de Aguascalientes
a San Marcos voy llegando
a ver si encuentro en su feria
la dicha que ando buscando
Vrijdag 20 juli 1973
Farewell To Tarwathie
Farewell To Tarwathie
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Judy Collins;
and various other artists
Farewell to Tarwathie
Adieu, Mormond Hill
And the dear land of Crimmond
I bid ye farewell
I'm bound out for Greenland
And ready to sail
In hopes to find riches
In hunting the whale
Adieu to my comrades
For a while we must pairt
And likewise the dear lass
Wha fair won my hairt
The cold ice of Greenland
My love will not chill
And the longer my absence
More loving she'll feel
Our ship is weel rigged
And she's ready to sail
Our crew they are anxious
To follow the whale
Where the icebergs do float
And the stormy winds blaw
Where the land and the ocean
Are covered wi' snaw
The cold coast of Greenland
Is barren and bare
No seed-time or harvest
Is ever known there
And the birds here sing sweetly
On mountain and dale
But there isna a birdie
To sing to the whale
There is no habitation
For a man to live there
And the king of that country
Is the fierce Greenland bear
And there'll be no temptation
To tarry long there
Wi' our ship bumper full we
Will homeward repair
Donderdag 19 juli 1973
The Ballad Of John And Yoko
The Ballad Of John And Yoko
((Portuguese Version: A Balada De John E Yoko (The Fevers) - 1969))
Composer(s): John Lennon - Paul McCartney
First release by: The Beatles - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists
Standing in the dock at Southampton, trying to get to Holland or France
The man in the mac said you've got to go back
You know they didn't even give us a chance
Christ you know it ain't easy, you know how hard it can be
The way things are going, they're going to crucify me
Finally made the plane into Paris, honeymooning down by the Seine
Peter Brown call to say, you can make it O.K.
You can get married in Gibraltar near Spain
Christ you know it ain't easy, you know how hard it can be
The way things are going, they're going to crucify me
Drove from Paris to the Amsterdam Hilton, talking in our beds for a week
The newspapers said, say what're you doing in bed
I said we're only trying to get us some peace
Christ you know it ain't easy, you know how hard it can be
The way things are going, they're going to crucify me
Saving up your money for a rainy day, giving all your clothes to charity
Last night the wife said, oh boy when you're dead
You don't take nothing with you but your soul, Think!
Made a lightning trip to Vienna, eating chocolate cake in a bag
The newspapers said, she's gone to his head
They look just like to Gurus in drag
Christ you know it ain't easy, you know how hard it can be
The way things are going, they're going to crucify me
Caught the early plane back to London, fifty acorns tied in a sack
The men from the press, said we wish you success
It's good to have the both of you back
Christ you know it ain't easy, you know how hard it can be
The way things are going , they're going to crucify me
The way things are going, they're going to crucify me
Donderdag 19 juli 1973
Camino A Camagüey (A Isabel Santos)
Camino A Camagüey (A Isabel Santos)
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Confíame diez pesos
que el destino travieso
me coloca
bien lejos de aquí
Mañana es que me
muevo
y tomo el tren lechero
a una provincia
nueva para mí
Un amigo distante
escritor y comediante
me pide que le vaya a
musicar
la letra de su drama
y aquí voy con buenas
ganas
de ayudar
Voy atravesando
valles
voy parando en el
batey
voy fijando mil
detalles
voy camino a
Camagüey
Voy imaginando
cantos
voy como prefiero ir
voy abordo del
encanto
voy soñando el
porvenir
Avisa a quién tu sabes
y dile que la llame
si la ve por donde
suele estar
a ver acaso acude y se
le va la nube
en lo que vuelvo de mi
laborar
La única amargura
que me llevo a la
aventura
es esta majadera
incomprensión
Ve y dile que por eso
cuando me marche
me da un beso en mi
canción
Donderdag 19 juli 1973
Farewell To Bayside
Farewell To Bayside
Performer(s): Saved By The Bell cast members
It seems like only yesterday we started
But soon we'll put away our books and pens
We'll go on with our lives, once we have parted
But how can we say farewell to our friends
The double dates, the parties and the dances
Planning for a future until three
The football games, the mags, and the romances
Soon Bayside will be just a memory
(Memory)
Our four years here have all become unraveled
And so our high school story finally ends
(It finally ends)
But years from now no matter where we travel
We'll all look back and think about our friends
We'll all look back and think about our friends
Woensdag 18 juli 1973
The Ballad Of Jesse James
The Ballad Of Jesse James (aka Jesse James)
Composer(s): Billy Gashade - Traditional
Performer(s): Woody Guthrie
and multiple other artists
Jesse James was a lad that killed many a man
He robbed the Danville train
He stole from the rich and he gave to the poor
He'd a hand, a heart, and a brain
Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor
He couldn't see a brother suffer pain
And with his brother Frank he robbed the Springfield bank
And he stopped the Glendale train
Poor Jesse had a wife, a lady all her life
And three children, they were so brave
But that dirty lettle coward that shot Mr. Joward
Has laid ol' Jesse James in his grave
It was Robert Ford, the dirty little coward
And I wonder how he feels
For he slept in Jesse's bed and he ate o' Jesse's bread
But he laid Jesse James in his grave
It was with his brother Frank that he robbed the Gallatin Bank
An' carried the money from the town
It was at that very place that they had a little chase
For they shot ol' Captain Sheets to the ground
Poor Jesse had a wife to morn for his life
And three children, they were so brave
But that dirty lettle coward that shot Mr. Joward
Has laid ol' Jesse James in his grave
They went to a crossing, not very far from there
And there they did the same
For the agent on his knees delivered up the keys
To the outlaws, Frank an' Jesse James
It was on a Wednesday night, not a star was in sight
When they robbed the Glendale train
Those people, they did say for many miles away
It was robbed by Frank an' Jesse James
Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
And three children, they were so brave
But that dirty lettle coward that shot Mr. Joward
Has laid ol' Jesse James in his grave
Then on a Saturday night, Jesse was at home
Just talking with his family brave
When Robert Ford came along like a thief in the night
And laid poor Jesse in his grave
Now, the people held their breath when they heard of Jesse's death
They wondered how he came to die
It was one of his own gang called little Robert Ford
An' he shot Jesse James on the sly
Poor Jesse had a wife who mourned for his life
And three children, they were so brave
But that dirty lettle coward that shot Mr. Joward
Has laid ol' Jesse James in his grave
Jesse went to his rest with his hand upon his breast
And there are many who never saw his face
He was born one day in the County of Clay
And he came from a solitary race
This song was made by Billy Gashade
As soon as the news did arrive
He said there's no one man with the law in his hand
Could ever take ol' Jesse James alive
Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn his life
An' his children too, they were brave
But that dirty little coward shot Mr. Howard
An' laid Jesse James in his grave
Oh, they laid poor Jesse in his grave, yes, Lord
They laid Jesse James in his grave
Oh, he took from the rich and he gave to the poor
But, they laid Jesse James in his grave
Woensdag 18 juli 1973
Caminito Soleado
Caminito Soleado
Composer(s): Carlos Gardel - Alfredo Le Pera
Performer(s): Carlos Gardel; Los Panchos; Lito Quiroga
Claro caminito criollo
florido y soleado
con pañuelo bordado
vos me viste pasar
mientras los pastos amigos
que saben mi anhelo
como un dulce consuelo
su verde saludo
me hacían llegar
Cruzando montes y valles
con alas venía
mi pobre carreta
con sus cargas de esperanzas
las ruedas hacían
al viento gambetas
y cuando ya atravesaba
la hondura del vado
de lenta corriente
una congoja naciente
detuvo su impulso
parando su andar
porque en aquel arroyito
a veces sus ojos
se saben mirar
Y cuando vi su casita
de puro celoso
me sobró el pampero
para contarle chismoso
que traigo en mi apero
mil prendas de amor
para su pelo un cinta
que llevo escondida
de lindo color
para sus labios mi antojo
y para sus ojos
un claro cristal
y pa' su blanca garganta
el criollo que canta
tiene este cantar
Claro caminito criollo
florido y soleado
con pañuelo bordado
vos me viste pasar
mientras los pastos amigos
que saben mi anhelo
como un dulce consuelo
su verde saludo
me hacían llegar
Woensdag 18 juli 1973
Farewell To Arms
Farewell To Arms
Composer(s): Keith Emerson; Greg Lake
Performer(s): Emerson, Lake & Palmer
In this our life on earth
Another dawn we face
Is this the moment of truth
For the whole human race
Is that the last man down
Is that the last life laid to waste
We must find in our hearts
Each and every dream we've misplaced
Before heaven cries tears
On the mountains we climb
Chorus
Farewell to arms
Rest in peace
May the reign of freedom be released
Farewell to arms
We just can't walk away
We're all sharing this earth at the end of the day
So when the cold winds bite
And when the mad dogs speak
However dark is your night
Just keep turning your cheek
'Cause when the last shot's fired
It is then the world will be free
And still we are asking
Just how long it will be
Though we're blown by the crosswinds
We stand like a tree
Chorus
Down this road we've wandered for so many years
With every step we take
We can tear down all frontiers, make no mistake
Dinsdag 17 juli 1973
The Ballad Of Jed Clampett
