Donderdag 1 februari 1973
My Turn On Earth
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My Turn On Earth
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Donderdag 1 februari 1973
Groovin'
Groovin'
Composer(s): Brigati; Cavaliere
Performer(s): The Young Rascals
Groovin' on a Sunday afternoon
Really couldn't get away too soon
I can't imagine anything that's better
The world is ours whenever we're together
There ain't a place I'd like to be instead of
Movin' down a crowded avenue
Doing anything we like to do
There's always lots of things that we can see
You can be anyone we like to be
All those happy people we could meet
Just groovin' on a Sunday afternoon
Really, couldn't get away too soon
We'll keep on spending sunny days this way
We're gonna talk and laugh our time away
I feel it coming closer day by day
Life would be ecstasy, you and me endlessly
Groovin' on a Sunday afternoon
Really couldn't get away to soon
No, No, No, No
Groovin'
Groovin'
Woensdag 31 januari 1973
That Certain Female
That Certain Female
Composer(s): Charlie Feathers
Performer(s): Charlie Feathers
Well
Ah huh-uh-uh-huh, oooow!
Yeah!
Well I’m’a just’a single fella
With a lot on my mind
And I’m’a lookin’ for me a woman
But she’s mighty hard ta’find
Oh’I asked my country cousin
Check the hottest spots in town
Oh that little-bitty woman
Well she just ain’t around
Ooww! Hey, hey, ho!
Oh I’m lookin’
Lookin’
Searchin’ high an’low
Don’t wanna miss’a spot
Keep it on the go
Waitin’
Watchin’
This woman’s got’ta show
I need this little bitty woman
How much you’ll never know
Ooooooww!!
Yes!
Do it!
Do it twice!
Woo!
Well I’m’a just’a single fella
With a lot on my mind
I said I’m lookin’ for me a woman
She’s mighty hard ta’ find
I asked my country cousin
Where’s she hangin’ out
Lost this little bitty woman, she’s just outta sight
Oh ho ho Ho!
Oh I’m lookin’
Lookin’
Checkin’ high an’low
Don’t wanna miss’a spot
Keep it on the go
Waitin’
Watchin’
That woman, she’s gonna show
I need this little bitty woman
How much you’ll ever know…
Ooohhh... Now...
I just need a simple
Where she’s hanging out
I promise’ta make it worth your while
If you mark her out
Name your price and make it fast
Waited much too long
Got that woman on the mind
I’m gonna bring’er home
Oh Yeah!
Oh I’m lookin’
Lookin’
Searchin’ high an’low
OW!
Don’t wanna miss’a spot
Keep it on the goooo
Waitin’
Watchin’
This woman, she gonna show
I need this little bitty woman
How much you’ll ever know
Baby, I need you...
How much you’ll never know
Lord, I need this little bitty woman
How much you’ll never know!
Owww!
Woensdag 31 januari 1973
My Truly, Truly Fair
My Truly, Truly Fair
Composer(s): Bob Merrill
Performer(s): Guy Mitchell
and various other artists
(Oh, hooo)
(Truly, truly fair)
(Truly, truly fair)
(Truly, truly, truly fair)
(There's songs to sing her)
(Trinkets to bring her)
(Flowers for her golden hair)
My truly, truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair (his truly fair)
There's songs to sing her
Trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, hooo)
Now, some men plow the open plains
Some men sail the brine
But I'm in love with a pretty little maid
For work I have no time
She's my truly, truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair (his truly fair)
There's songs to sing her
Trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, hooo)
Now once I sailed from Boston Bay
Bound for Singapore
But one day out and I missed her so
I swam right back to shore
Back to my truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair
There's songs to sing her
Trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, hooo)
I love she and she loves me
Pardon if I boast
At times we fight all the live-long night
'Bout who loves who the most
My truly, truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair (his truly fair)
There's songs to sing her
Trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, hooo)
Ah, Soon I'm gonna marry her
Love her till I die
There ain't no livin' on love alone
But still I'm gonna try
(Truly, truly fair)
(Truly, truly fair)
(How I love my truly fair)
There's songs to sing her
Trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair
(For her golden hair)
How I love my truly fair
(Loves his truly fair)
Wow! How I love my truly fair
(How he loves his truly fair)
Woensdag 31 januari 1973
Groove With You
Groove With You
Composer(s): Ernie Isley; Marvin Isley; Chris Jasper
Performer(s): The Isley Brothers;
Ambelique; Phyllis Hyman; Phil Perry
Oh, I've been thinking of you
and you've been thinking of me
Oh, I'll give all that I have
If you'll give all that I need
And oh, oh, oh, let's be fair
And I think its time we cleared the air
I've been watching you, you've been watching me
You know I've been wanting to groove with you
Girl, speak your mind
Groove with you
You been thinking all of this time
Groove with you
Aw baby what I wouldn't do
Groove with you
Just spending my days with you
Oh, love is all in your eyes
love fire is burning for me
You stay all in my mind
Oh woman, it's easy to see
Oh, let's be fair
You know it's time we cleared the air
You've been watching me, I've been watching you
You know, you know
Groove with you
Oh I want a groove, I want a groove
Groove with you
I've been thinking, you've been thinking, thinking of me
Groove with you
Oh what I wouldn't do to groove with you
Groove with you
You've been watching, I been watching watching you
Groove with you
And every chance I get, from the first time we meet
I want a groove with you
Dinsdag 30 januari 1973
Texas Trilogy: Train Ride
Texas Trilogy: Train Ride
Composer(s): Steven Fromholz
First release by: Steven Fromholz - 1969
Well, the last time I remember that train stopping at the depot
Was when me and my Aunt Veta came riding back from Waco
I remember I was wearing my long pants and we was sharing
Conversation with a man who sold ball-point pens and paper
And the train stopped once in Clifton where my Aunt bought me some ice cream
And my Mom was there to meet us when the train pulled into Kopperl
But now kids at night break window lights
And the sound of trains only remains
In the memory of the ones like me
Who have turned their backs on the splintered cracks
In the walls that stand on the railroad land
Where we used to play and then run away from the depot man
I remember me and brother used to run down to the depot
Just to listen to the whistle when the train pulled into Kopperl
And the engine big and shiny, black as coal that fed the fire
And the engineer would smile and say, "Howdy, how ya fellows?"
And the people by the windows playing cards and reading papers
Looked as far away to us as next summer's school vacation
But now kids at night break window lights
And the sound of trains only remains
In the memory of the ones like me
Who have turned their backs on the splintered cracks
In the walls that stand on the railroad land
Where we used to play and then run away from the depot man
Dinsdag 30 januari 1973
My True Story
My True Story
Composer(s): Eugene Pitt; Oscar Waltzer
Performer(s): The Jive 5
Cry, cry, cry whoa-uh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Cry, cry, cry whoa-uh-oh-oh-oh-oh
There is a story yeah
That I must tell
Of two lovers
That I bewail
Now they must cry, cry, cry whoa-uh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Their blues away
(Cry cry cry their blues away)
Her name was Sue yeah
His name was Earl
His love was Lorraine
She's a wonderful girl
But they must cry, cry, cry whoa-uh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Their blues away
(Their blues away)
Love will make you happy
And love will make you cry
Love will make the tears fall
When your lover says goodbye
And then you'll cry, cry, cry whoa-uh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Your blues away
(Cry cry cry their blues away)
This story ends yeah
It was no lie
Names have been changed dear
To protect you and I
But we must cry, cry, cry whoa-uh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Our blues away
(Cry cry cry)
Mmm (whoa-uh our blues away)
We must cry
(Cry cry cry whoa-uh our blues away)
Dinsdag 30 januari 1973
Groove Me
Groove Me
Composer(s): King Floyd
Performer(s): King Floyd
Uhh! Awww, sookie sookie now!
Hey! Oww, uhh! Come on, baby!
Hey there, Sugar Darlin'
Let me tell you something
Girl, I've been trying to say, now
You look so sweet
And you're so doggone fine
I just can't get you out of my mind
You've become a sweet taste in my mouth, now
And I want you to be my spouse
So that we can live happily, nah-nah
In a great big ol' roomy house
And I know you're gonna groove me, baby
Ahh, yeah, now
You make me feel good inside
Come on, and groove me, baby
I need you to groove me
Ahhh, yeah, now, now, darling
Uhh! Come on, come on!
Hey! Uhh!
Hey there, Sugar Darlin'
Come on, give me something
Girl, I've been needing for days
Yes, I'm good, good loving
With plenty, plenty hugging
Ooh, you cute little thang, you
Girl, between you and me, nah-nah
We don't need no company
No other man, no other girl
Can enter into our world
Not as long as you groove me, baby
Ahh, come on
Make me feel good inside
Come on and groove me, baby
Move me, baby
Ahh, sock it to me, mama
Uhh! Ahh, I like it like that, baby
Uhh! Groove me, baby! Hey! Uhh!
Groove me, darling!
Come on, come on
I need you to sock it to me, mama
Come on and groove me, baby
Hey! Uhh! Good, God!
It makes me feel so good inside, mama
Now, come on, come on, and uhh
Groove me, baby, groove me, baby
Ahh, sock it to me
Sock it to me
Rock it to me
Come on, come on!
Come on!
And uhh
Groove me, mama, I want you to
Groove me!
Maandag 29 januari 1973
Texas Trilogy: Daybreak
Texas Trilogy: Daybreak
Composer(s): Steven Fromholz
First release by: Steven Fromholz - 1969
Six o'clock silence of a new day beginning
Is heard in the small Texas town
Like a signal from nowhere the people who live there
Are up and moving around
'Cause there's bacon to fry and there's biscuits to bake
On the stove that the Salvation Army won't take
And you open the windows and you turn on the fan
'Cause it's hotter than hell when the sun hits the land
Walter and Fanny, well, they own the grocery
That sells most all that you need
They've been up and working since early this morning
They've got the whole village to feed
Well, they put out fresh eggs and throw bad ones away
That rotted because of the heat yesterday
The store is all dark so you can't see the flies
That settle on round steak and last Monday's pies
Sleepy Hill's drugstore and the cafe are open
The coffee is bubbling hot
'Cause the folks that ain't working gonna sit there 'til sundown
And talk about what they ain't got
Someone just threw a clutch in the old pickup truck
It seems like they're riding on a streak of bad luck
The doctor bills came and the well has gone dry
Seems their grown kids don't care whether they live or die
Maandag 29 januari 1973
My True Love
My True Love
Composer(s): Jack Scott
Performer(s): Jack Scott
I prayed to the Lord to send me a love
He sent me an angel from heaven above
The stars in the sky he placed in her eyes
She is my true love
The touch (my true love) of her hand (my true love)
Captured (my true love) my soul (my true love)
And the kiss (my true love) from her lips (my true love)
Set my heart (my true love) aglow (my true love)
And I know (my true love) from heaven (my true love)
From heaven (my true love) above (my true love)
Came my, my true love
Darling I love you
I'll always be true
My prayers, they were answered
When the Lord sent me you
With, love and devotion
That I never knew
Until the Lord above sent me you
And I thank (my true love) the heavens (my true love)
The heavens above (my true love)
For sending my true love
(My true love)
Maandag 29 januari 1973
Groove Juice Special
Groove Juice Special
Composer(s): Slim Gaillard
Performer(s): Slim Gaillard
The groove juice special keeps rolling along
the groove juice special it's the night clubbers' song
You're out at night, and art feelin' tight
The juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy groove juice
Z for ziskey is the word you'll say
When the bottles start comin' your way
You'll be hoppin' like hades a poppin'
The juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy groove juice
You'll feel mellow, just a cello
you'll feel fine
just like wine, and I ain't lyin'
The groove juice special keeps rolling along
the groove juice special it's the night clubbers' song
You'll feel great like a P38
The juicy, juicy, juicy, juicy groove juice
Zondag 28 januari 1973
Texas Trilogy: Bosque County Romance
Texas Trilogy: Bosque County Romance
Composer(s): Steven Fromholz
First release by: Steven Fromholz - 1969
Mary Martin was a schoolgirl just seventeen or so
When she married Billy Archer about fourteen years ago
Not even out of high school, folks said it wouldn't last
But when you grow up in the country, you grow up mighty fast
They married in a hurry in March before school was out
Folks said that she was pregnant, "Just wait and you'll find out"
It came about that winter, one gray November morn
The first of many more to come, a baby boy was born
And cattle is their game and Archer is the name
They give to the acres that they own
If the Brazos don't run dry
And the newborn calves, they don't die
Another year from Mary will have flown
Another year from Mary will have flown
Now Billy kept what cattle his father could afford
Bouncing across the cactus in a 1950 Ford
The cows were sick and skinny and the weed was all that grew
But Billy kept the place alive, the only thing he knew
And Mary cooked the supper and Mary scrubbed the clothes
And Mary busted horses and blew the baby's nose
And Mary and a shotgun kept the rattlesnakes away
How she kept on smiling no one could ever say
And cattle is their game and Archer is the name
They give to the acres that they own
If the Brazos don't run dry
And the newborn calves, they don't die
Another year from Mary will have flown
Another year from Mary will have flown
Now the drought of fifty-seven was a curse upon the land
No one in Bosque county could give Bill a helping hand
The ground was cracked and broken and the truck was out of gas
And cows can't feed on prickly pear instead of growing grass
Well, the weather got the water and a snake bite took a child
And a fire in the old barn took the hay that Bill had piled
The mortgage got the money and the screw worm got the cows
The years have come for Mary, she's waiting for them now
And cattle is their game and Archer is the name
They give to the acres that they own
If the Brazos don't run dry
And the newborn calves, they don't die
Another year from Mary will have flown
Another year from Mary will have flown
Zondag 28 januari 1973
My Town
My Town
Performer(s): Patty Smyth
I took a walk across the Brooklyn Bridge
The new graffiti says that life's a bitch
And now I hear this bridge is fallin' down
Someone will steal it 'fore it hits the ground
Now, I wanna go out walkin' in my own neighborhood
Where I was just a little girl and life was good
But the boys around the corner gonna f--k with me
I'm gonna keep on walkin', they don't see
This is my town
I was born and raised on these streets
This is my town
Oh, yeah
Oh oh, yeah
My town
Too many people are on the streets tonight
It's way too hot, someone's lookin' for a fight
What a mess of faces in an endless sea
I'm gettin' tired of all this energy
And I guess I could just pick it up
And move outside of town
And listen to the crickets when the sun goes down
But then we couldn't hear them plain' down at S.O.B.'s
Where my friend, Lincoln can get us in for free
And this is my town
I grew up too fast on these streets
Hey, this is my town
Oh, yeah
Hey, hey, hey
This is my town
Ooh ooh, yeah
And tonight the rain is fallin'
Fallin' down
The lights outside are changin' without a sound
Oh, yeah
Now, lets' just take a train down into China Town
Passed a house of candles, you know they burned it down
Tomorrow is the Puerto Rican Day parade
They'll be dancin' in the street
Come to carry me away
And this is my town
I was born and raised on these streets
This is my town
I'm walkin' down these mean streets
It's a big, bad town
This is my town
Hey, yeah yeah yeah
This is my
Oh, oh, my town
I said yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah
Zondag 28 januari 1973
Grim Reaper Of Love
Grim Reaper Of Love
Composer(s): Al Nichol; Chuck Portz
Performer(s): The Turtles;
The Folkswingers; The Shamen
Movin' on slowly, sittin' forlornly
Looks through her window, clouds hide the sun
She thinks of her love, gone like the wild ones
She knows he'll never return
Chorus:
Grim reaper of love, grim reaper of love
Grim reaper of love, grim reaper of love
Killing the living and living to kill
Grim reaper of love thrives on pain; people, beware
Missed her sadness of the loss of his loaning
But in his past thinking, love can't last
We were so happy, peaceful and dear
But now his life's a little miser
(chorus)
Zaterdag 27 januari 1973
The Wasp (Texas Radio And The Big Beat)
The Wasp (Texas Radio And The Big Beat)
Composer(s): Jim Morrison - John Densmore - Ray Manzarek - Robby Krieger
Performer(s): The Doors
I wanna tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Comes out of the Virginia swamps
Cool and slow with plenty of precision
With a back beat narrow and hard to master
Some call it heavenly in it's brilliance
Others, mean and rueful of the Western dream
I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft
We have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping
This is the land where the Pharaoh died
The Negroes in the forest brightly feathered
They are saying, "Forget the night
Live with us in forests of azure
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned - immaculate"
Listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the heartache
I'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the lose of God
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
The meager food for souls forgot
I'll tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul
I'll tell you this
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn
I'll tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Soft drivin', slow and mad, like some new language
Now, listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the Texas
I'll tell you 'bout the Texas Radio
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
Wandering the Western dream
Tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul
Zaterdag 27 januari 1973
My Tani
My Tani
Composer(s): John Avery Noble; Richard Gump; August Goupil
Performer(s): The Brothers Four;
The Ray Conniff Singers;
The Charles "Kaipo" Miller Serenaders
Farewell, my Tani, child of a coral sea
We dreamed of heaven, but you've forgotten me
I loved you dearly, why did we have to part?
Now I am lonely, here with a broken heart
Once on silver sands we held lonesome hands
That's why, my Tani, I cried "Come back to me"
Once on silver sands we held lonesome hands
That's why, my Tani, I cried "Come back to me"
Zaterdag 27 januari 1973
Gricel
Gricel
Composer(s): José María Contursi; Mariano Mores
Performer(s): Fito Paez (Argentina);
and various other artists
No debí pensar jamas
en lograr tu corazón
y sin embargo te busque
hasta que un día te encontré
y con mis besos te aturdí
sin importarme que eras buena
Tu ilusión fue de percal
se rompió cuando partí
pues nunca mas te vi
oh, que amarga fue mi pena
No te olvides de mi
de tu Gricel
me dijiste al besar
el Cristo aquel
y hoy que vivo enloquecido
porque no te olvide
ni te acuerdas de mi
Gricel, Gricel
Me falto después tu voz
y el calor de tu mirar
y como un loco te busque
pero ya nunca te encontré
y en otros besos me perdí
mi vida toda fue un engaño
Que será de ti Gricel
se cumplió la ley de Dios
ah, ah, que amarga fue mi pena
Yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazón
Quien dijo que todo esta perdido
yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazón
tanta sangre que se llevo el río
yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazón
no será tan fácil, ya se que pasa
no será tan simple como pensaba
como abrir el pecho y sacar el alma
una cuchillada del amor
luna de los pobres siempre abierta
yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazón
como un documento inalterable
yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazón
y uniré las puntas de un mismo lazo
y me iré tranquilo, me iré despacio
y te daré todo, y me darás algo
algo que me alivie un poco mas
cuando no haya nadie, cerca o lejos
yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazón
cuando los satélites no alcancen
yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazón
y hablo de países y de esperanza
hablo por la vida, hablo por la nada
hablo de cambiar esta nuestra casa
de cambiarla por cambiar nomás
quien dijo que todo esta perdido
yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazón
Vrijdag 26 januari 1973
Watchdog Report/Texas Has A Whorehouse In It
Watchdog Report/Texas Has A Whorehouse In It
Composer(s): Carol Hall
Performer(s): Dom De Luise
Watch dog will get you if you don't watch out
Watch dog sees and watch dog knows
Watch dog keeps us on our toes
Watch dog assures you that the law's the law
No exception to the rule, watch dog ain't no fool
Watch dog protects you, he's out on the prowl
Guards and checks the best he can, watch dog is a fighting man
Watch dog will throw, he's beam of light around
If some folks don't toe the line, watch dog's light will shine
Texas has a whorehouse in it
Watch dog will get you if you don't watch out
Watch dog sees and watch dog knows
Watch dog keeps us on our toes
Watch dog assures you that the law's the law
No exception to the rule, watch dog ain't no fool
Lord have mercy on our souls
Texas has a whorehouse in it
Watch dog will get you if you don't watch out
Watch dog sees and watch dog knows
Watch dog keeps us on our toes
Watch dog assures you that the law's the law
No exception to the rule, watch dog ain't no fool
Lord have mercy on our souls
I'll expose the facts although it fills me with disgust
Please excuse the filthy dark details, and carnal lust
Watch dog will get you if you don't watch out
Watch dog sees and watch dog knows
Watch dog keeps us on our toes
Watch dog assures you that the law's the law
No exception to the rule, watch dog ain't no fool
Filthy dark details, and carnal lust
Dancing going on inside it, don't you see they gone
I inquired no one denied it, now I think I'm getting riled
Bodies close together, arms and legs all rearranged
And the sheriff does not close him down
That's very strange
Watch dog will get you if you don't watch out
Watch dog sees and watch dog knows
Watch dog keeps us on our toes
Watch dog assures you that the law's the law
No exception to the rule, watch dog ain't no fool
Does not close him down, that's very strange
Mean eyed juiced up brillitene honkytonk cowboys
Watch dog will get you if you don't watch out
Watch dog sees and watch dog knows
Watch dog keeps us on our toes
Watch dog assures you that the law's the law
No exception to the rule, watch dog ain't no fool
Oh no
Mixing with green eyed thin lipped hard as nails peroxide blonds
Watch dog will get you if you don't watch out
Watch dog sees and watch dog knows
Watch dog keeps us on our toes
Watch dog assures you that the law's the law
No exception to the rule, watch dog ain't no fool
Oh no
Not to mention some types, that you never guess would venture near
I can all depraved and loose and wild, ninety miles from here
And now our own Melvin P Thorp Sangers
Watch dog will get you if you don't watch out
Watch dog sees and watch dog knows
Watch dog keeps us on our toes
Watch dog assures you that the law's the law
No exception to the rule, watch dog ain't no fool
Texas has a whorehouse in it
I'll not let this scandal fade
Watch dog will get you if you don't watch out
Watch dog sees and watch dog knows
Watch dog keeps us on our toes
Watch dog assures you that the law's the law
No exception to the rule, watch dog ain't no fool
Texas has a whorehouse in it
All uprooting , our crusade
I can smell corruption, and I'll fight it to the top
Loveless copulation going on
And it must stop
Watch dog will get you if you don't watch out
Watch dog sees and watch dog knows
Watch dog keeps us on our toes
Watch dog assures you that the law's the law
No exception to the rule, watch dog ain't no fool
Stop this copulation
Stop that copulation
Loveless copulation
Stop that copulation
Texas has a whorehouse in it
Lord have mercy on our souls
Texas has a whorehouse in it
Llord have mercy on our souls
Watch dog smell corruption and will fight it to the top
Loveless copulation going on, going on, going on, going on, going on, going on
Don't touch that dial
This is Melvin P Thorp saying I'll be back, with new and revealing information about this and other cases
Watch dog never sleeps
Watch dog will get you if you don't watch out
Watch dog sees and watch dog knows
Watch dog keeps us on our toes
Watch dog assures you that the law's the law
No exception to the rule, watch dog ain't no fool
And it must stop
Watch dog going to get you
Going to shine his light on you
Watch dog going to get you
Going to shine his light on you
Vrijdag 26 januari 1973
My Sweetie Went Away
My Sweetie Went Away
Composer(s): Roy Turk; Lou Handman
Performer(s): Bessie Smith
and various other artists
I've got a lovesick tale to tell to you
Though it ain't no affair of mine
It's 'bout a gal named Sue and a boy named Lou
They were fighting all the time
Sue came home one afternoon
And found an empty dining room
Without a word her turtledove had flown
She began to moan
My sweetie went away but he didn't say where
He didn't say when, he didn't say why
Oh, bid me goodbye
I'm blue as I can be
I know he loved another one but he didn't say who
He didn't say when, he didn't say what
His mama has got
That took my sweetie from me
I'm like a little lost sheep
And I can't sleep
But I keep trying to forget
My trifling papa has left his mama all alone, I groan
My sweetie went away but he didn't say where
He didn't say when, he didn't say why
I know I'll die
Why don't he hurry home
Vrijdag 26 januari 1973
Greenwood Creek
