Dinsdag 5 februari 1974
The Crowd
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The Crowd
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Dinsdag 5 februari 1974
Carco
Carco
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Dis qu'as-tu fait des jours enfuis
De ta jeunesse et de toi-méme
De tes mains pleines de poèmes
Qui tremblaient au bout de ta nuit
Il avait toujours dans la tête
Le manège d'anciens tourments
De la fenêtre par moment
Parvenaient des bouffées de fête
Où sont les lumières lointaines
Voici fermés les yeux éteints
Ce chant des lilas au matin
De Montmartre à Mortefontaine
Dis qu'as-tu fait des jours enfuis
De ta jeunesse et de toi-même
De tes mains pleines de poèmes
Qui tremblaient au bout de ta nuit
Tu meurs sans avoir vu le drame
Carco qui ne sus que chanter
Te souviens-tu de cet été
De Nice où nous nous rencontrâmes
On faisait semblant d'être heureux
Le ciel ressemblait à la mer
Même l'aurore était amère
C'était en l'an quarante-deux
Dis qu'as-tu fait des jours enfuis
De ta jeunesse et de toi-même
De tes mains pleines de poèmes
Qui tremblaient au bout de ta nuit
Excuse-moi que je le dise
Dans ce Paris où tu n'es plus
Comme Guillaume l'a voulu
Qu'un nom qui se mélancolise
Que l'avenir du moins n'oublie
Ce qui fut le charme de l'air
Le bonheur d'être et le vin clair
La Seine douce dans son lit
Dis qu'as-tu fait des jours enfuis
De ta jeunesse et de toi-même
De tes mains pleines de poèmes
Qui tremblaient au bout de ta nuit
Ce coeur que l'homme avec lui porte
Ne change pas avec le vent
Nous mettrons demain comme avant
Des coquelicots à nos portes
Les mots que nous avons cueillis
Les voici pour celui qui meurt
Passent les gens et tu demeures
O poète de mon pays
Dis qu'as-tu fait des jours enfuis
De ta jeunesse et de toi-même
De tes mains pleines de poèmes
Qui tremblaient au bout de ta nuit
Dinsdag 5 februari 1974
First I Look At The Purse
First I Look At The Purse
Composer(s): Smokey Robinson; Robert Rodgers
Performer(s): The Contours;
and various other artists
Some fellas look at the eyes
Some fellas look at the nose
Some fellas look at the size
Some fellas look at the clothes
I don't care if her eyes are red
I don't care if her nose is long
I don't care if she's underfed
I don't care if her clothes are worn
First I look at the purse!
Some fellas like the smiles they wear
Some fellas like the legs that's all
Some fellas like the style of their hair
Want their waist to be small.
I don't care if their legs are thin
I don't care if their teeth are big
I don't care if their hair's a wig
Why waste time lookin' at the waistline?
First I look at the purse!
A woman can be fat as can be
kisses sweet as honey
But that don't mean a thing to me
If you ain't got no money
If the purse is fat....that's where it's at
Some fellas like the way they walk
The way they swing and sway
Some fellas like the way they talk
Dig the things they say.
I don't care if they wobble like a...
or talk with a lisp
I still think I'm a good lover
if the dollar bills are crisp
First I look at the purse!
First I look at the purse!
First I look at the purse!
First I look at the purse!
I don't care if you got yourself a wrap
all I want is your pretty green cash
Bought me a suit, bought me a car
Want me to look like a hollywood star
Money, (Money!) I want money (Money!)
Baby, ain't no "why", baby (Money!)
I need money!
First I look at the purse!
First I look at the purse!
First I look at the purse!
First I look at the purse!
Maandag 4 februari 1974
Crow On The Cradle
Crow On The Cradle
Composer(s): Sidney Lee Carter
Performer(s): Jackson Browne
and multiple other artists
The sheep's in the meadow
The cow's in the corn
Now is the time for a child to be born
He'll laugh at the moon
And cry for the sun
And if it's a boy he'll carry a gun
Sang the crow on the cradle
And if it should be that this baby's a girl
Never you mind if her hair doesn't curl
With rings on her fingers
And bells on her toes
And a bomber above her wherever she goes
Sang the crow on the cradle
The crow on the cradle
The black and the white
Somebody's baby is born for a fight
The crow on the cradle
The white and the black
Somebody's baby is not coming back
Sang the crow on the cradle
Your mother and father will sweat and they'll slave
To build you a coffin and dig you a grave
Hush-a-bye little one, never you weep
For we've got a toy that can put you to sleep
Sang the crow on the cradle
Bring me my gun, and I'll shoot that bird dead
That's what your mother and father once said
The crow on the cradle, what can we do
Ah, this is a thing that I'll leave up to you
Sang the crow on the cradle
Sang the crow on the cradle
father once said
A crow on the cradle what can we do
This is the thing I must leave up to you
Sang the crow on the cradle
Maandag 4 februari 1974
Carcassonne
Carcassonne
Composer(s): Georges Brassens - G. Nadaud
Performer(s): Georges Brassens
"Je me fais vieux, j'ai soixante ans
J'ai travaillé toute ma vie
Sans avoir, durant tout ce temps
Pu satisfaire mon envie
Je vois bien qu'il n'est ici-bas
De bonheur complet pour personne
Mon vœu ne s'accomplira pas
Je n'ai jamais vu Carcassonne!"
"On voit la ville de la-haut
Derrière les montagnes bleues
Mais, pour y parvenir, il faut
Il faut faire cinq grandes lieues
En faire autant pour revenir!
Ah ! si la vendange était bonne!
Le raisin ne veut pas jaunir
Je ne verrai pas Carcassonne!"
"On dit qu'on y voit tous les jours
Ni plus ni moins que les dimanches
Des gens s'en aller sur le cours
En habits neufs, en robes blanches
On dit qu'on y voit des châteaux
Grands comme ceux de Babylone
Un évêque et deux généraux!
Je ne connais pas Carcassonne!"
"Le vicaire a cent fois raison
C'est des imprudents que nous sommes
Il disait dans son oraison
Que l'ambition perd les hommes
Si je pouvais trouver pourtant
Deux jours sur la fin de l'automne...
Mon Dieu ! que je mourrais content
Après avoir vu Carcassonne!"
"Mon Dieu! mon Dieu! pardonnez-moi
Si ma prière vous offense
On voit toujours plus haut que soi
En vieillesse comme en enfance
Ma femme, avec mon fils Aignan
A voyagé jusqu'à Narbonne
Mon filleul a vu Perpignan
Et je n'ai pas vu Carcassonne!"
Ainsi chantait, près de Limoux
Un paysan courbé par l'âge
Je lui dis: "Ami, levez-vous
Nous allons faire le voyage"
Nous partîmes le lendemain
Mais (que le bon Dieu lui pardonne!
Il mourut à moitié chemin
Il n'a jamais vu Carcassonne!
Maandag 4 februari 1974
First Date, First Kiss, First Love
First Date, First Kiss, First Love
Composer(s): Mary Stovall; Dan Welch
Performer(s): Sonny James
First date
tonight was our first date
We couldn't anticipate
emotions we now feel
First kiss
Tonight was our first kiss
and now we know the bliss
that only young love can yield
I've got a funny feeling
I've worked hard at concealing
But I can't hide this wonderful thrill
I kept up a constant chatter
pretending nothing matters
and I begged my heart
to please, please be still
Oh, First love
This is our first love
Our one and only love
our first love and our last
I've got a funny feeling
I've worked hard at concealing
But I can't hide this wonderful thrill
I kept up a constant chatter
pretending nothing matters
and I begged my heart
to please, please be still
Oh, First love
This is our first love
Our one and only love
our first love and our last
Zondag 3 februari 1974
The Crippled Lion
The Crippled Lion
Composer(s): Michael Nesmith
Performer(s): The Monkees
Slowly I walk through the gently falling rain
I know that I will never pass this way again
Never wondering why
Teardrops chafing my eyes
Longing to be where the noted kisses fall
Lingering and still, while quietly they tell their all
Blue is the color of the sun
And nothing stops when everything is done
Now my whole world opens up in different rhymes and tunes
With highways making up the verse
And then suddenly I see the light of something called the moon
And though my path is planned, it's not rehearsed
So I move along to the next thing on the list
Knowing full well that some of them just don't exist
But I am finally alone
And where my foot steps down is where it's home
So I move along to the next thing on the list
Knowing full well that some of them just don't exist
But I am finally alone
And where my foot steps down is where it's home
And where my foot steps down is where it's home
Zondag 3 februari 1974
Car-Car
Car-Car
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie
Performer(s): Peter, Paul and Mary; Donovan
Take me for a ride in your Car-Car
Take me for a ride in your Car-Car
Take me for a ride
Take me for a ride
Take me for a ride in your Car-Car
Take me for a ride in your Mac Truck
Take me for a ride in your truck, mack
Take me for a ride, take me for a ride
Take me for a ride in your Mac Truck, Mack
Take me for a ride in your Car-Car
Take me for a ride in your Car-Car
Take me for a ride
Take me for a ride
Take me for a ride in your Car-Car
Take me for a ride in your car-car
Take me for a ride in your car-car
Take me for a ride, take me for a ride
Take me for a ride in your 3.2 liter Ferrari
with torsion bar suspension
and those ported venturi carburetors!
Zondag 3 februari 1974
First And Second Law
First And Second Law
Composer(s): Michael Flanders; Donald Swann
Performer(s): Flanders & Swann
The First Law of Thermodymamics:
Heat is work and work is heat
Heat is work and work is heat
Very good!
The Second Law of Thermodymamics:
Heat cannot of itself pass from one body to a hotter body
(scat music starts)
Heat cannot of itself pass from one body to a hotter body
Heat won't pass from a cooler to a hotter
Heat won't pass from a cooler to a hotter
You can try it if you like but you far better notter
You can try it if you like but you far better notter
'Cos the cold in the cooler with get hotter as a ruler
'Cos the cold in the cooler with get hotter as a ruler
'Cos the hotter body's heat will pass to the cooler
'Cos the hotter body's heat will pass to the cooler
First Law:
Heat is work and work is heat and work is heat and heat is work
Heat will pass by conduction
Heat will pass by conduction
Heat will pass by convection
Heat will pass by convection
Heat will pass by radiation
Heat will pass by radiation
And that's a physical law
Heat is work and work's a curse
And all the heat in the Universe
Is gonna cooool down 'cos it can't increase
Then there'll be no more work and there'll be perfect peace
Really?
Yeah - that's entropy, man!
And all because of the Second Law of Thermodynamics, which lays down:
That you can't pass heat from the cooler to the hotter
Try it if you like but you far better notter
'Cos the cold in the cooler will get hotter as a ruler
'Cos the hotter body's heat will pass to the cooler
Oh, you can't pass heat from the cooler to the hotter
You can try it if you like but you'll only look a fooler
'Cos the cold in the cooler will get hotter as a ruler
That's a physical Law!
Oh, I'm hot!
Hot? That's because you've been working!
Oh, Beatles - nothing!
That's the First and Second Laws of Thermodynamics!"
Zaterdag 2 februari 1974
The Happy Wanderer
The Happy Wanderer
((German Versions: Der Fröhliche Wanderer (Obernkirchen Children's Choir); Mein Vater War Ein Wandersmann))
Composer(s): Friedrich Sigismund - Friedrich W. Möller - Otto Richter - Johann Michael Anding - Antonio Ridge
Performer(s): Frank Weir
and multiple other artists
I love to go a-wandering
Along the mountain track
And as I go, I love to sing
My knapsack on my back
Val-deri, Val-dera
Val-deri
Val-dera-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Val-deri, Val-dera
My knapsack on my back
I love to wander by the stream
That dances in the sun
So joyously it calls to me
"Come! Join my happy song!"
I wave my hat to all I meet
And they wave back to me
And blackbirds call so loud and sweet
From ev'ry green wood tree
High overhead, the skylarks wing
They never rest at home
But just like me, they love to sing
As o'er the world we roam
Oh, may I go a-wandering
Until the day I die!
Oh, may I always laugh and sing
Beneath God's clear blue sky!
Zaterdag 2 februari 1974
Caravan Petrol
Caravan Petrol
Composer(s): Nisa - Renato Carosone
Performer(s): Renato Carosone; Gege Di Giacomo; Massimo Ranieri
Caravan petrol, caravan petrol
caravan petrol, caravan petrol, caravan ...
M'aggio affittato nu camello
m'aggio accattato nu turbante
nu turbante a' Rinascente
cu o pennacchio rosso e blu ...
Cu u fiasco 'mmano e o tammuriello
cerco o petrolio americano
mentre abballano e beduine
mentre cantano e ttribbù ...
Comme sì bello
a cavallo a stu camello
cu o binocolo a tracolla
cu o turbante e o narghilè ...
Uè, si curiuso
mentre scave stu pertuso
scordatello, nun é cosa
cà o petrolio nun ce sta ...
Allah! Allah! Allah!
ma chi t' ha ffatto fa'?
Comme sì bello
a cavallo a stu camello
cu o binocolo a tracolla
cu o turbante e o narghilè!
Cu o fiasco 'mmano e cu o camello
cu e gguardie annanze e a folla arreto
'rrevutà faccio Tuleto
nun se pò cchiù cammenà ...
Jammo, é arrivato o pazzariello!
s'é travestito 'a Menelicche
mmesca o ppepe cu o ttabbacco ...
chi sarrà st'Alì Babbà?
Comme sì bello
a cavallo a tu camello ...(
Allah! Allah! Allah!
ma chi mm'ha ffatto fa'?
Comme so' bello
a cavallo a stu camello
cu o binocolo a tracolla
cu o turbante e o narghilè!
Zaterdag 2 februari 1974
Fireside Song
Fireside Song
Composer(s): Tony Banks;
Anthony Phillips; Mike Rutherford
Performer(s): Genesis
As daybreak breaks the mist upon the earth
It came to pass that beauty settled there forever more
And as the steam clings close to things to come
It came to pass that solid rock did part for humble life
Once upon a time there was confusion
Disappointment, fear and disillusion
Now there's hope reborn with every morning
See the future clearly at its dawning
Forever drifting slowly towards a hazy emptiness
Whilst water slips into the sea
The father's sad to see it free
As shadows creep towards their master night
It came to pass that trees defied the wind who shook their leaves
And as the peace descended all around
It came to pass that nature's creatures came to face the world
Once upon a time there was confusion
Disappointment, fear and disillusion
Now there's hope reborn with every morning
See the future clearly at its dawning
Forever drifting slowly towards a hazy emptiness
Whilst water slips into the sea
The father's sad to see it free
Once upon a time there was confusion
Disappointment, fear and disillusion
Now there's hope reborn with every morning
See the future clearly at its dawning
Once upon a time there was confusion
Disappointment, fear and disillusion
Vrijdag 1 februari 1974
The Cremation Of Sam McGee
The Cremation Of Sam McGee
Composer(s): Robert W. Service
Performer(s): Hank Snow; Johnny Cash
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee
Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows
Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell
Though he'd often say in his homely way that he'd "sooner live in hell"
On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail
Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail
If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see
It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee
And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe
He turned to me, and "Cap," says he, "I'll cash in this trip, I guess
And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request"
Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no; then he says with a sort of moan
"It's the cursed cold, and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through to the bone
Yet 'tain't being dead -- it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains"
A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail
And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee
And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee
There wasn't a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven
With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid, because of a promise given
It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say
"You may tax your brawn and brains
But you promised true, and it's up to you to cremate those last remains"
Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code
In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load
In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring
Howled out their woes to the homeless snows -- O God! how I loathed the thing
And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow
And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low
The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in
And I'd often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin
Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the "Alice May"
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum
Then "Here," said I, with a sudden cry, "is my cre-ma-tor-eum"
Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire
Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared -- such a blaze you seldom see
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee
Then I made a hike, for I didn't like to hear him sizzle so
And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow
It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don't know why
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky
I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear
But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: "I'll just take a peep inside
I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked"; ... then the door I opened wide
And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: "Please close that door
It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm"
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee
Vrijdag 1 februari 1974
Caravan
Caravan
Composer(s): Irving Mills; Juan Tizol; Duke Ellington
Originally performed by: Duke Ellington
Covered by various other artists
Night and stars above that shine so bright
The myst'ry of their fading light
That shines upon our caravan
Sleep upon my shoulder as we creep
Across the sand so I may keep
The mem'ry of our caravan
This is so exciting
You are so inviting
Resting in my arms
As I thrill to the magic charms
Of you beside me here beneath the blue
My dream of love is coming true
Within our desert caravan!
Vrijdag 1 februari 1974
Firenze (Canzone Triste)
Firenze (Canzone Triste)
Composer(s): Ivan Graziani
Performer(s): Ivan Graziani
Firenze lo sai non è servita a cambiarla
La cosa che ha amato di più è stata l'aria
Lei ha disegnato ha riempito cartelle di sogni
Ma gli occhi di marmo del colosso toscano guardano troppo lontano
Caro il mio Barbarossa, studente in filosofia
Con il tuo italiano insicuro certe cose le sapevi dire
Oh lo so, lo so, lo so, lo so bene, lo so
Una donna da amare in due in comune fra te e me
Ma di tempo c'è ne, in questa città
Fottuti di malinconia e di lei
Per questo canto una canzone triste triste triste
Triste triste triste, triste triste triste, triste come me
E non c'è più nessuno che mi parli ancora un po' di lei
Ancora un po' di lei
E non c'è più nessuno che mi parli ancora un po' di lei
Ancora un po' di lei
Ricordo i suoi occhi strano tipo di donna che era
Quando gettò i suoi disegni con rabbia giù da Ponte Vecchio
"Io sono nata da una conchiglia" diceva
"La mia casa è il mare e con un fiume no, non la posso cambiare"
Caro il mio Barbarossa, compagno di un avventura
Certo che se lei se n'è andata no, non è colpa mia
Oh lo so, lo so, lo so, la tua vita non cambierà
Ritornerai in Irlanda con la tua laurea in filosofia
Ma io che farò in questa città?
Fottuto di malinconia e di lei
Per questo canto una canzone triste triste triste
Triste triste triste, triste triste triste, triste come me
E non c'è più nessuno che mi parli ancora un po' di lei
Ancora un po' di lei
E non c'è più nessuno che mi parli ancora un po' di lei
Ancora un po' di lei
Donderdag 31 januari 1974
Cowboy In The Continental Suit
Cowboy In The Continental Suit
Composer(s): Marty Robbins
Performer(s): Marty Robbins; Chris LeDoux
Well, he walks out in the arena, all dressed up to the brim
Said he just came down from a place called Highland Rim
Well, he said he came to ride the horse, the one they call The Brute
But he didn’t look like a cowboy in his continental suit
We sniggered at the way he dressed but he never said a word
He walks on by the rest of us as if he hadn’t heard
A thousand bucks went to the man that could ride this wild cayuse
A meaner horse was never born than the one they called The Brute
The horse that he was looking for was in shoot number eight
He walked up very slowly, put his hand upon the gate
We knew he was a thoroughbred when he pulled a sack of Dukes
From the inside pocket of his continental suit
Well, he rolled himself a Quirley and he lit it standing there
Blew himself a smoke ring and he watched it disappear
We thought he must be crazy when he opened up the gate
Standing just inside was fifteen hundred pounds of hate
The buckskin tried to run him down but the stranger was too quick
He stepped aside and threw his arms around the horses neck
And he pulled himself upon the back of the horse they called The Brute
Sat like he was born there in his continental suit
The Brute’s hind end was in the air, his front end on the ground
Kicking and a-squealing, trying to shake the stranger down
But the stranger didn’t give an inch, he came to ride The Brute
And he came to ride the buckskin in a continental suit
Well, I turned around to look at Jim and he was watching me
He said “I don’t believe the crazy things I think I see
But I think I see the outlaw, the one they call The Brute
Ridden by a cowboy in a continental suit”
The Brute came to a standstill, ashamed that he’d been rode
By a city cowboy in some continental clothes
The stranger took his money then we don’t know where he went
We don’t know where he came from and we haven’t seen him since
The moral of this story – never judge by what they wear
Underneath some ragged clothes could be a millionaire
Everybody listen, don’t be fooled by this galoot
This sure enough broke buster in a continental suit
Donderdag 31 januari 1974
Carabelas Nada
Carabelas Nada
Composer(s): Fito Páez
Performer(s): Fito Páez; Liliana Vitale
Chico Buarque tiene puestos
los anteojos que deje sobre
un cuaderno con su rostro
iluminando el cuarto
algo entrando en la mañana
carabelas de la nada
carabelas nada
Chocan, se hacen trizas en el aire
lo del tango es una idea que me toca aunque no quiera
una chica sube a un taxi
Caballito, Buenos Aires
muere un tipo en Mataderos
un disparo en un aguante
Y esto no deja de ser una canción
desde el alma
sol, que me calma
Hoy pare con la botella
todos saben lo difícil que es zafarse de ella
ella tiene un par de piernas mas largas que vieras
y hace que tu corazón parezca que aun siguiera
tango que me hiciste mal y sin embargo te quiero
quiero sepultar
la vieron a tu vieja con un pan de Hash
vendiéndole a los negros en la calle Montparnase
Y esto no deja de ser una canción
desde el alma
sol, que me calma
Donderdag 31 januari 1974
Firefly (Tony Bennett)
Firefly
Composer(s): Carolyn Leigh - Cy Coleman
Performer(s): Tony Bennett
I call her firefly, 'cause, oh my
She radiates moon glow
Wants none of that noon glow
She starts to glitter when the sun goes down
By eight p.m., it's mayhem
She switches the brights up
Lights up and gives me a call
"Hey, take me to the fireflies ball"
But when I get her there, set her there
Do I get to pet her there and grab me some glow?
No, she's a gad-about, mad about lurin' ev'ry lad about
While leavin' me moanin' low
Oh firefly, why can't I latch on to you no how?
Oh how I love you, but gee
While you set the night on fire, fly
Shine a little light on me
Woensdag 30 januari 1974
The Covered Wagon Rolled Right Along
The Covered Wagon Rolled Right Along
Composer(s): Hy Heath - Britt Wood
Performer(s): Spike Jones
and multiple other artists
The covered wagon rolled right along
While the pioneers gave out a happy song
Sue and Pappy did the drivin'
Mammy cooked and kept us thrivin'
And the covered wagon rolled right along
We left Kentucky on the tenth of May
Pappy said, "I'll see that we eat every day
Mammy, you just grease the skillet
If we some food, I'll just kill it"
And the covered wagon rolled right along
We crossed the Reservation of the Sioux
While the Indians stood and watched us passin' through
Not a redskin dared to trifle
While old Pappy had his rifle
And the covered wagon rolled right along
For clothes we had to skin the buffalo
But when winter came and brought the ice and snow
Pappy's pants ran out of leather
Mammy prayed for milder weather
And the covered wagon rolled right along
At playin poker Pappy won his fame
Once he got an Indian Chief into a game
Pappy wound up with four deuces
And a squaw with six papooses
And the covered wagon rolled right along
Pappy sold the mules and then went on a spree
And he said, "At last I have my liberty"
Mammy said, "Cut out your braggin'"
As she hitched him to the wagon
And the covered wagon rolled right along
At last Old California came in view
And we realised with hardship we were through
Ma and Sue are lucky creatures
Pappy's makin' western features
And the covered wagon rolled right along
Woensdag 30 januari 1974
Carabela
