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Dinsdag 27 december 1994

You Never Miss The Water Till The Well Runs Dry

You Never Miss The Water Till The Well Runs Dry
Composer(s): Roland Howard

When a child I lived at Lincoln
With my parents on the farm
The lessons that my Mother taught
To me were quite a charm
She'd often take me on her knee
When tired of childish play
And as she pressed me to her breast
I've heard my Mother say

Waste not, want not
Is the maxim I would teach
Let your watchword be despatch
And practice what you preach
Do not let your chances
Like sunbeams, pass you by
For you never miss the water
Till the well runs dry

As years rolled on
I grew to be a mischief loving boy
Destruction seemed my only sport
It was my only joy
And well I do remember
When oft times well chastised
How Father sat close by my side
And thus has me advised

Waste not, want not
Is the maxim I would teach
Let your watchword be despatch
And practice what you preach
Do not let your chances
Like sunbeams, pass you by
For you never miss the water
Till the well runs dry

When I arrived at manhood
I engaged in public life
But found the hill was rugged then
And full of care and strife
I speculated foolishly
My losses were severe
But still a tiny little voice
Kept whispering in my ear

Waste not, want not
Is the maxim I would teach
Let your watchword be despatch
And practice what you preach
Do not let your chances
Like sunbeams, pass you by
For you never miss the water
Till the well runs dry

Then I studied strict economy
And found to my surprise
My funds, instead of sinking
Very quickly then did rise
I grasped each chance and always
Struck the iron while 'twas still hot
I seized the opportunities
And never once forgot

Waste not, want not
Is the maxim I would teach
Let your watchword be despatch
And practice what you preach
Do not let your chances
Like sunbeams, pass you by
For you never miss the water
Till the well runs dry

I am married now and happy
I've a charming little Wife
We live in peace and harmony
Devoid of care and strife
Fortune smiles upon us
We have little children, three
The lessons that I teach them
As they cluster round my knee

Waste not, want not
Is the maxim I would teach
Let your watchword be despatch
And practice what you preach
Do not let your chances
Like sunbeams, pass you by
For you never miss the water
Till the well runs dry

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Maandag 26 december 1994

Sunday In New York

Sunday In New York
Composer(s): Carroll Coates - Peter Nero
Performer(s): Bobby Darin
and multiple other artists

New York on Sunday
Big City taking a nap!
Slow down, it's Sunday!
Life's a ball, let it fall in your lap!
If you've got troubles
Just take them out for a walk
They'll burst like bubbles
In the fun of a Sunday In New York!
You can spend time without spending a dime
Watching people watch people pass!
Later you pause, and in one of those stores
There's that face next to yours in the glass!
Two hearts stop beating
You're both too breathless to speak!
Love smiles her greeting
Then the dream that has seen you thru the week
Comes true on Sunday In New York!
New York on Sunday
Big City taking a nap!
Slow down, it's Sunday!
Life's a ball, let it fall in your lap!
And if you've got troubles
Go take them out for a walk
They'll burst like bubbles
In the fun of a Sunday In New York!
You can spend time without spending a dime
Watching people watch people pass!
Later you pause, and in one of those stores
There's that face next to yours in the glass!
Two hearts stop beating
You're both too breathless to speak!
Love smiles her greeting
Then the dream that has seen you thru the week
Comes true on Sunday In New York!
Comes true on Sunday In New York!

Eng. Songs

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Maandag 26 december 1994

You Never Know Who Your Friends Are

You Never Know Who Your Friends Are
Composer(s): Al Kooper
Performer(s): Al Kooper

I wonder if you are really a friend of mine
If I was dyin' of thirst wouldja be my glass of wine?
Time goes by so slow ya know
YOU NEVER REALLY KNOW WHO YOUR FRIENDS ARE

I wonder if you are really a friend of mine
If I were buyin' a house wouldja come and countersign?
Time goes by so fast ya know
YOU NEVER REALLY KNOW WHO YOUR FRIENDS ARE

If you were down
Ya know I'd be there at your door
I'd shower you with food and money
After all, what are friends for?
They're really such a bore; knockin' at your door
Askin' for some more

I wonder if you are really a friend of mine
If I were lying in jail wouldja get outta bed and pay my fine?
Time stands still for everyone
YOU NEVER REALLY KNOW WHO YOUR FRIENDS ARE

Time stands still for everyone
YOU NEVER REALLY KNOW WHO YOUR FRIENDS ARE

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Zondag 25 december 1994

Sunday Girl

Sunday Girl
Composer(s): Chris Stein
First release by: Blondie - 1978
Covered by multiple other artists

I know a girl from a lonely street
Cold as ice cream but still as sweet
Dry your eyes Sunday girl
Hey, I saw your guy with a different girl
Looks like he's in another world
Run and hide Sunday girl

Hurry up, hurry up and wait
I say awake all week and still I wait
I got the blues, please come see
What your loving means to me

She can't catch up with the working crowd
The weekend mood and she's feeling proud
Live in dreams Sunday girl

Baby, I would like to go out tonight
If I go with you my folks'll get uptight
Stay at home Sunday girl

Hey, I saw your guy with a different girl
Looks like he's in another world
Run and hide Sunday girl

When I saw you again in the summertime
If your love was as sweet as mine
I could be Sunday's girl

Hurry up, hurry up and wait
I say awake all week and still I wait
I got the blues, please come see
What your loving means to me
I got the blues

Eng. Songs

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Zondag 25 december 1994

You Never Gave It A Try

You Never Gave It A Try
Composer(s): Alec Wilder; Eddie Heywood
Performer(s: Eddie Heywood; Peggy King & The Mellomen

If I go, who's to care?
Who's to tell me goodbye?
So sweetly, completely did I fall in love
But you never gave it a try

When I call no one's there, when I write, no reply
So gladly, so madly did I fall in love
But you never gave it a try

No foolish bride, no broken vow
Yet magic died
Oh, Darling, how?
So I'll go
Lord knows where, somewhere under the sky
Rememb'ring, rememb'ring how I was in love
And you never gave it a try

Yes, I'll go
Lord knows where, somewhere under the sky
Rememb'ring, rememb'ring how I was in love
And you never gave it a try

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Zaterdag 24 december 1994

Sunday For Tea

Sunday For Tea
Composer(s): John Carter - Carter-Lewis
Performer(s): Peter & Gordon

Sunday for tea
I'll see you Sunday for tea
And though it's not far away
Each hour's a day to me

Lettuce and ham
Or maybe crumpets and jam
Oh baby it'll be fun
Havin' a Sunday tea

And as you pass the sugar bowl to me
I'll see at last your heart and soul will be with me

Sunday could be
A special Sunday for me
Together we'll surely find
We're two of a kind are we
On Sunday for tea

And as you pass the sugar bowl to me
I'll see at last your heart and soul will be with me

Sunday for tea
I'll see you Sunday for tea
Together we'll surely find
We're two of a kind are we
On Sunday for tea

Eng. Songs

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Zaterdag 24 december 1994

You Never Even Called Me By My Name

You Never Even Called Me By My Name
Composer(s): Steve Goodman
Performer(s): David Allan Coe & Johnny Paycheck;
The Countdown Singers

It was all that I could do to keep from cryin'
Sometimes it seems so useless to remain
You don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even call me by my name

You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
You don't have to call me Merle Haggard, anymore
Even though your on my fightin' side

Chorus
And I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standin' in the rain
You don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even call me by my name

I've heard my name a few times in your phone book
I've seen it on signs where I've laid
But the only time I know, I'll hear David Allan Coe
Is when Jesus has his final judgement day

Chorus...

Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song
and he told me it was the perfect country and western song
I wrote him back a letter and told him it was NOT the perfect
country and western song because he hadn't said anything about
Momma, or trains, or trucks, or prison, or gettin' drunk

Well, he sat down and wrote another verse to the song and he sent
it to me and after reading it, I realized that my friend had written
the perfect country and western song
And I felt obliged to include it on this album

The last verse goes like this here:

Well, I was drunk the day my Mom got outta prison.
And I went to pick her up in the rain.
But, before I could get to the station in my pickup truck
She got runned over by a damned old train

Chorus
So I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standin' in the rain
No
You don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even call me, I wonder why you don't call me
Why don't you ever call me by my name

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Vrijdag 23 december 1994

Sunday Driving

Sunday Driving
Composer(s): Pober
Performer(s): Jerry Lewis

Ahhh, look out where you're goin'
Stop that

Sunday driving, Sunday driving
Through a million cars I'm diving
No escaping, fenders scraping
Less you hit a tree

Sunday driving, Sunday driving
There's an ambulance arriving
A collision in my vision
Maybe it was me

A lady driver signals left
And then she makes a right
I hit her in the rumble seat
That isn't too polite!

She screams, "You beast; you awful thing!
Where do you think you're going?"
And I answer, "Don't look now dear
But your rumble seat is showing"

Sunday driving, Sunday driving
For a peaceful day I'm striving
But each Sunday is the one day
Cars are everywhere

Oh boy, here it is
Sunday morning and I'm out drivin' in my car
And it's so peaceful and quiet
The Sun is shinin', the boids is choipin'
Oh-oh, there goes a pedestrian
Shucks, I missed 'im
Ha-ha, I think I'll go 'round the block and try again
Gee whiz, I must be out in the country now
I'm not hittin' so many people
I am out in the country
I just hit a cow (baa!)
This is a cow?

A car goes by me like a flash
He can't do that to me
I'll chase him and I'll show 'im
I can go as fast as he

And sure enough I pass 'im
Like a rabbit in a thicket
And I learn it's a patrol car
When he writes me out a ticket

...I musta made a boo-boo

Sunday driving, Sunday driving
Up the steepest hill I'm striving
I'm not quitting till I'm sitting
On the very top

I made it
Now I'm goin' down
Boy, what a view
And look at the cliff at the bottom of the road
If I ever went over that
Ha-ha, impossible! Not in my car
What was that? The motor's broke
Gee, I better stop
The brakes don't work
The Brakes Don't Work?
I'm goin' fifty miles an hour downhill
Now I'm goin' sixty
Now it's seventy
My motor don't work, my brakes don't work, but I'm not worried
AAhhh, my speedometer works
I'm goin' faster and faster
And now I'm goin' over the cliff......

Gee, I'm flyin'
And in my car
But cars don't fly!
I'll crash and be killed and boy, will Dad give it to me for takin' the car
He'll get me in the back room of the house and he'll give me what for!
He'll say the conjunctive mood of the people stealing certainly don't designate the fact
that other young men know better than others
and I certainly don't know the feeling if I don't know why everything...

Next time I'll take the train...

Instead of Sunday driving!

Eng. Songs

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Vrijdag 23 december 1994

You Never Done It Like That

You Never Done It Like That
Composer(s): Neil Sedaka; Howard Greenfield
Performer(s): Neil Sedaka; Captain & Tennille

You're so terrific
Ooooh you never done it like that
You've never been this way before
To be specific
Ooooh you never done it like that
Who went and opened up the door?
My lips are burnin'
Yeah, you never done it like that
I thought the flame was dead and gone
But you've been learnin'
Yeah you never done it like that
How long has this been goin' on?

Ooooh, ooooh, who's been teachin' you?
Show me the man and let me shake his hand
Hey look at me, I feel just like Columbus
I did discover you're some kind of lover

My mind is blowin'
Ooooh you never done it like that
You got me climbin' up the wall
My love is growin'
Yeah, you never done it like that
You know you made me ten feet tall

Ooh what you're doin'
Ooh what you're doin'
Ooh what you're doin'
You never done it
You never done it
You never done it like that

Ooh what you're doin'
Ooh what you're doin'
Ooh what you're doin'
You never done it
You never done it
You never done it like that

Oh what a feelin'
Ooooh you never done it like that
Not since I can remember when
I'm on the ceiling
Hey you never done it like that
Looks like we got it on again

Do it again
Do it again
Do it again
Do it again

Ooh what you're doin'
Ooh what you're doin'
Ooh what you're doin'
You never done it
You never done it
You never done it like that

Ooh what you're doin'
Do it again
Ooh what you're doin'
Do it again
Ooh what you're doin'
You never done it
You never done it
You never done it like that

Ooh what you're doin'
Do it again
Ooh what you're doin'
Ooh what you're doin'
You never done it
You never done it
You never done it like that

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Donderdag 22 december 1994

Sunday Blues

Sunday Blues
Composer(s): Joe Lutcher
Performer(s): Julie London

I ain't gonna get those Sunday blues no more
I ain't gonna walk that lonesome, tear-stained floor
I never knew much about love 'til you walked into my heart
I wasn't happy without love - but at least I wasn't torn apart

On Saturday night you swear you're mine alone
Then Sunday arrives, and you don't even phone
I know you're gonna come knockin'
But I ain't gonna answer the door
I ain't gonna get those Sunday blues no more

I know you're gonna come knockin'
But I ain't gonna answer the door
I ain't gonna get those Sunday blues no more
No more

Eng. Songs

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Donderdag 22 december 1994

You Never Cry Like A Lover

You Never Cry Like A Lover
Composer(s): Don Henley; John David Souther
Performer(s): The Eagles; The 5th Dimension

You never cry like a lover should
sigh when it feels real good
or see the sky through the stone and wood
You never cry like a lover

I thought I saw somebody I loved
sleeping deep inside you
If I could catch you in an unguarded moment
I'd stay right there beside you

You never smile at me late at night
Laugh out loud when we get it right
You can't get loose if there's too much light
You never smile like a lover

TRY A LITTLE HARDER
I can't live with you, baby
TRY A LITTLE HARDER
Can't live without you
TRY A LITTLE HARDER
And sometimes I believe in love
sometimes I doubt it

But your life goes on like a broken down carousel
where somebody left the music on
I was hopin' you were the one
I was hopin' you were the one
I was hopin' you were the one
I was hopin' you were the one

You never move like you used to do
pour it out when you're feelin' blue
Somebody must have put some pain in you
you never cry like a lover
you never cry like a lover
YOU NEVER CRY LIKE A LOVER cry
YOU NEVER CRY LIKE A LOVER you never cry
CRY LIKE A LOVER come on and cry
YOU NEVER CRY LIKE A LOVER cry
CRY LIKE A LOVER cry
YOU NEVER CRY LIKE A LOVER cry cry
CRY LIKE A LOVER you never cry (fade)

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Woensdag 21 december 1994

Sunday Bloody Sunday

Sunday Bloody Sunday
Composer(s): Bono - The Edge - Adam Clayton - Larry Mullen
First release by: U2 - 1983
Covered by multiple other artists

I can't believe the news today
I can't close my eyes and make it go away
How long, how long must we sing this song
How long, how long

'Cause tonight
We can be as one tonight

Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead-end street
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall

Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday Bloody Sunday

And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mother's children, brothers, sisters torn apart

Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday Bloody Sunday

How long, how long must we sing this song
How long, how long

'Cause tonight
We can be as one tonight
Tonight

Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday Bloody Sunday

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
I'll wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away

Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday Bloody Sunday

And it's true we are immune
When fact is fiction and TV reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink, while tomorrow they die

The real battle is begun
To claim the victory Jesus won

Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday Bloody Sunday

Eng. Songs

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Woensdag 21 december 1994

You Needed Me

You Needed Me
Composer(s): Randy Goodrum
Performer(s): Anne Murray

I cried a tear
You wiped it dry
I was confused
You cleared my mind
I sold my soul
You bought it back for me
And held me up and gave me dignity
Somehow you needed me

You gave me strength
To stand alone again
To face the world
Out on my own again
You put me high upon a pedestal
So high that I could almost see eternity
You needed me
You needed me

And I can't believe it's you
I can't believe it's true
I needed you and you were there
And I'll never leave, why should I leave
I'd be a fool
'Cause I've finally found someone
Who really cares

You held my hand
When it was cold
When I was lost
You took me home
You gave me hope
When I was at the end
And turned my lies
Back into truth again
You even called me friend

You gave me strength
To stand alone again
To face the world
Out on my own again
You put me high upon a pedestal
So high that I could almost see eternity
You needed me
You needed me

You needed me
You needed me

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Dinsdag 20 december 1994

Sunday And Me

Sunday And Me
Composer(s): Neil Diamond
Performer(s): Jay & the Americans

Girls, have you got the kind of man everyone looks up to?
Well, if you don't, listen; I'll tell you what to do
Get your man, take him by the hand, and come on here to me
I'm here to tell you about equal opportunity

There was a time when the world was fickle
And it may have been hard to succeed
Well, times have changed now
And school and training is what you really need
It doesn't matter who you may be
Everyone's equal with the same opportunity

Things are changing for the better
Things are changing for the better
Now's the time for you to better yourself

Life's got problems, but you can make it
And I'm gonna tell you why
Just like the early bird that catches the worm
You gotta get up, go out and try
Your race or color won't stand in your way
Don't wait for tomorrow; today is your day

Things are changing for the better
Things are changing for the better
Now's the time for you to better yourself

Good jobs are out there, just waiting to be found
But they won't come to you, uh uh!
You gotta get up and look around!

It doesn't matter who you may be
Everyone's equal with the same opportunity

Things are changing for the better
Things are changing for the better
Now's the time for you to better yourself

(repeat)
Things are changing for the better ...

Eng. Songs

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Dinsdag 20 december 1994

You Need Love Like I Do (Don't You?)

You Need Love Like I Do (Don't You?)
Composer(s): Barrett Strong; Norman Whitfield
Performer(s): Gladys Knight & the Pips;
Butanes Soul Revue; The Jackson 5; Tom Jones;
Clydie King; Heather Small; The Temptations

Well, well, well, well
Seems like it was only yesterday
When my mama told me don't fall in love
With the first guy that comes your way
He was handsome and nice
But I took her advice and passed him by
Years have passed and don't look
Like love's gonna give me a second try
Boy the look on your face tells me you understand
could it be your love life's like mine
Needs a helping hand well, well
You need love like I do (don't you)

Boy I can tell by the way
You look when I'm looking at you
I know it ain't fit and proper
for a girl to talk this way
But I can't cope with this loneliness
Not one more doggone day
Everyday has been an uphill climb
Keeping my hopes a-float
Judging from your silence boy
You must be in the same boat
ain't it true now
You need love like I do (don't you)
Boy I can tell by the way you look
When I'm looking at you
Well, well, well you need love
Like I do (don't you)

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Maandag 19 december 1994

Oh Mijn Papa

Oh Mijn Papa
(Adapted from: O Mein Papa - 1953)
Composer(s): Paul Burkhard - Jürg Amstein
Performer(s): Wilma
and multiple other artists

Titles In Other Languages:
1953 - Oh My Papa
1954 - Oh Min Papa
1971 - Oh, Mijn Papa
1990 - Pabbi Minn

Oh mijn papa, wat zorg je altijd goed voor mij
Oh mijn papa, dat gaat toch nooit voorbij
Jij bent een vriend, die ik altijd vertrouwen kan
Oh mijn papa, die ik vertrouwen kan

Jij maakt mijn pop, en soms vertel je een verhaal
Jij bent het liefst, want jij bent toch mijn vader

Oh mijn papa, jij troost me als ik huilen ga
Jij zorgt voor mij, zo ben je nou, papa

Oh mijn papa, wat zorg je altijd goed voor mij
Oh mijn papa, dat gaat toch nooit voorbij
Jij maakt mijn pop, en soms vertel je een verhaal
Jij bent het liefst, want jij bent toch mijn vader

Oh mijn papa, jij troost me als ik huilen ga
Jij zorgt voor mij, zo ben je nou, papa

Oh mijn papa, wat zorg je altijd goed voor mij
Oh mijn papa, dat gaat toch nooit voorbij
Oh mijn papa, oh, mijn papa...

Nederl. Songs

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Maandag 19 december 1994

Pabbi Minn

Pabbi Minn
(Adapted from: O Mein Papa - 1953)
Composer(s): Paul Burkhard - Jürg Amstein - Þorsteinn Sveinsson
Performer(s): Björk Guðmundsdóttir & Tríó Guðmundar Ingólfssonar - 1990

Titles In Other Languages:
1953 - Oh My Papa
1954 - Oh Min Papa
1971 - Oh Mijn Papa

Ó pabbi minn
Hve undursamleg ást thin var
Ó pabbi minn
Thú ávalt tókst mitt svar

Aldrei var neinn,
Svo ástudlegur eins og thú
Ó pabbi minn
Thú ætíd skildir allt

Lidin er tíd
Er leíddir thú mig lítid barn
Brósandi blítt
Thú breyttir sorg í gledi

Ó pabbi minn
Eg dádi thína léttu lund
Leikandi kátt
Thú lékst thér á thinn hátt

Ó pabbi minn
Hve undursamleg ást thin var
Æskunnar ómar
Ylja mér í dag

Lidin er tíd
Er leíddir thú mig lítid barn
Brósandi blítt
Thú breyttir sorg í gledi

Ó pabbi minn
Eg dádi thína léttu lund
Leikandi kátt
Thú lékst thér á thinn hátt

Ó pabbi minn
Hve undursamleg ást thin var
Æskunnar ómar
Ylja mér í dag

Ó pabbi minn, Ó pabbi minn, Ó pabbi minn

Scand. Songs

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Maandag 19 december 1994

You Need Hands

You Need Hands
Composer(s): Roy Irwin
Performer(s): Eydie Gorme; Max Bygraves;
Chad & Jeremy; The Sex Pistols

You need hands
To hold someone you care for
You need hands
To show that you're sincere
When you feel
nobody wants to know you
You need hands
to brush away your tears

When you hold a brand new baby
You need tender hands to guide them on their way
You need hands
to thank the Lord for living
and for giving us this day

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Zondag 18 december 1994

Sunday

Sunday
Composer(s): Chester Conn - Benny Krueger - Ned Miller - Jule Stein
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
and multiple other artists

I'm blue every Monday
Thinkin' over Sunday
That one day when I'm with you
It seems that I sigh all day Tuesday
I cry all day Wednesday
Oh my, how I long for you

And then comes Thursday
Gee, it's long, it never gets by
And Friday makes me feel
Just like I'm gonna die

But after pay day, is my fun day
I shine all day Sunday
That one day when I'm with you

And then comes Thursday
Gee, it's long, it never goes by
And Friday makes me feel
Like I'm gonna die

But after pay day, is my fun day
I shine all day Sunday
That one day when I'm with you

That one day
It's a fun day
Sunday is my day with you

Eng. Songs

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Zondag 18 december 1994

You Nearly Lose Your Mind

You Nearly Lose Your Mind
Composer(s): Ernest Tubb
Performer(s): Ernest Tubb;
and various other artists

Now if you love your Momma
And you treat her right
But she keeps on fussin’ at you every day and night
Then she’s gonna trifle on ya’
They’ll do it every time
And when your Baby starts steppin’
Lord, You Nearly Lose Your Mind

What do you think Willie?

Now if your Momma’s mean
Take a tip from me
Lock her up at home Lord but hang on to that key
Because she’s gonna trifle on ya’
They’ll do it every time
And when your Baby starts to steppin’
Lord, You Nearly Lose Your Mind

Rave on brother… rave on

But if you Momma’s good
I’ll tell yah what to do
Give her lots of lovin’ Lord but watch her closely too
Because she’s gonna trifle on ya’
They’ll do it every time
And when your Baby starts steppin’
Lord, You Nearly Lose Your Mind

Ah pick them blues out Jimmie

(instrumental)

Now you come home to your Momma
Find your clothes ain’t clean
You can bet you’re slippin’ if you get just what I mean
Because she’s been triflin’ on ya’
They’ll do it every time
And when your Baby starts steppin’
Lord, You Nearly Lose Your Mind

Now Waylon son it’s all yours…

Now you may have a Momma
Who says that she is true
But wait till you get down and out and really need her to
Then she’s gonna trifle on ya’
They’ll do it every time
And when your Baby starts a steppin’
Lord, You Nearly Lose Your Mind

Tell the truth son… tell the truth

Now I’ve been a lot of places
There’s not much I ain’t done
But when it comes to women Lord I just don’t trust a one
Because they triflin' on ya’
They’ll do it every time
And when your Baby starts to steppin’
Lord, You Nearly Lose Your Mind

It nearly drives you crazy

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