Donderdag 1 mei 1997
About The Weather
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About The Weather
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Donderdag 1 mei 1997
We Gotta Stop
We Gotta Stop
Composer(s): J. Graffagnino; Eric Franssen
Performer(s): Liliane Saint-Pierre
We gotta stop
Denk er eens over
Voor dat je zegt 'ik hou van jou'
Horen wij wel bij elkander
Ben je zo zeker van je trouw
We gotta stop
Denk er eens over
Voor dat w' elkaar veel pijn gaan doen
Zo dat we eens kunnen zeggen
Het is nog altijd net als toen
Ohohoh, al zo vaak heb ik gezien
Anderen begingen ook die fout
Net als wij waren zij te jong
Na het jawoord kwam het berouw
We gotta stop
Denk er eens over
Voor dat je zegt 'ik hou van jou'
Horen wij wel bij elkander
Ben je zo zeker van je trouw
Ben je zo zeker van je trouw
Ben je zo zeker van je trouw
Ben je zo zeker van je trouw
Woensdag 30 april 1997
About Insomnia
About Insomnia
Composer(s): Mark Gane - Martha Ladly
Performer(s): Martha and the Muffins
Waiting for the dawn for a dream
A chance to lie down
That confused imitation of life
Eludes me now
All routes of resistance impaired by your face
Oh fugitive hope will I see you today?
In a tunnel, on a bridge or a viaduct
We'll meet just by chance
And in a moment or maybe just an hour or so
Renew our romance
And if the charms of foreign places call
For changing tableaux
We will auction all our paintings
And our furniture
And take to the road ...
Do you suppose?
The patterns on the wall never change but shadows grow long
Vous n'assassinez de la realité
C'est malheuresement
As daylight disperses the spectres of night
My nocturnal musings don wings
And take flight
Woensdag 30 april 1997
We Gotta Get You A Woman
We Gotta Get You A Woman
Composer(s): Todd Rundgren
Performer(s): Todd Rundgren; Joe Walsh
Leroy, boy, is that you?
I thought your post-hangin' days were through
Sunk-in eyes and full of sighs
Tell no lies, you get wise
I tell you now we're gonna pull you through
There's only one thing left that we can do
We gotta get you a woman
It's like nothin' else to make you feel sure you're alive
We gotta get you a woman
We better get walkin', we're wastin' time talkin' now
Leroy, boy, you're my friend
You say how and I'll say when
Come and meet me down the street
Take a seat, it's my treat
You may not ever get this chance again
That empty feeling's just about to end
Talkin' 'bout life and what it means to you
It don't mean nothin' if it don't run through
I got one thing to say, you know it's true
You got to find some time to get this thing together
Talkin' 'bout things about that special one
They may be stupid but they sure are fun
I'll give it to you while we're on the run
Because we ain't got time to get this thing together, 'cause we
Got to get together with a woman who has been around
One who knows better than to let you down
Let's hope there's still one left in this whole town
And that she'll take some time to get this thing together
We gotta get you a woman
And when we're through with you
We'll get me one too
Dinsdag 29 april 1997
About A Quarter To Nine
About A Quarter To Nine
Composer(s): Al Dubin - Harry Warren
Performer(s): Al Jolson
and multiple other artists
The stars are gonna' twinkle and shine
This evening about a quarter to nine
My lovin' arms are gonna' tenderly twine
Around you around a quarter to nine
I know I won't be late 'cause at half past eight I'm gonna' hurry there
I'll be waiting where the lane begins, waiting for you on needles and pins
And then the world is gonna' be mine
This evening about a quarter to nine...
Dinsdag 29 april 1997
We Gotta Get Out Of This Place
We Gotta Get Out Of This Place
Composer(s): Barry Mann; Cynthia Weil
Performer(s): The Animals
In this dirty old part of the city
Where the sun refused to shine
People tell me there ain't no use in tryin'
Now my girl you're so young and pretty
And one thing I know is true
You'll be dead before your time is due, I know
Watch my daddy in bed a-dyin'
Watched his hair been turnin' grey
He's been workin' and slavin' his life away
Oh yes I know it
(Yeah!) He's been workin' so hard
(Yeah!) I've been workin' too, baby
(Yeah!) Every night and day
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!)
We gotta get out of this place
If it's the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
'cause girl, there's a better life for me and you
Now my girl you're so young and pretty
And one thing I know is true, yeah
You'll be dead before your time is due, I know it
Watch my daddy in bed a-dyin'
Watched his hair been turnin' grey, yeah
He's been workin' and slavin' his life away
I know he's been workin' so hard
(Yeah!) I've been workin' too, baby
(Yeah!) Every day baby
(Yeah!) Whoa!
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!)
We gotta get out of this place
If it's the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
Girl, there's a better life for me and you
Somewhere baby, somehow I know it
We gotta get out of this place
If it's the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
Girl, there's a better life for me and you
Believe me baby
I know it baby
You know it too
Maandag 28 april 1997
About A Boy
About A Boy
Composer(s): Patti Smith
Performer(s): Patti Smith
Toward another
he has gone
to breathe an air
beyond his own
toward a wisdom
beyond the shelf
toward a dream
that dreams itself
about a boy
beyond it all
about a boy
beyond it all
from the forest
from the foam
from the field
that he had
known
toward a river
twice as blessed
toward the inn
of happiness
about a boy
beyond it all
about a boy
beyond it all
from a chaos
raging sweet
from the deep
and dismal street
toward another
kind of peace
toward the great
emptiness
about a boy
beyond it all
about a boy
beyond it all
I stood among them
I stood alone
boy boy
just a boy
just a little boy
just a little boy
who will never grow
Maandag 28 april 1997
We Got The Beat
We Got The Beat
Composer(s): Charlotte Caffey
Performer(s): The Go-Go's
See the people walking down the street
Fall in line just watching all their feet
They don't know where they wanna go
But they're walking in time
They got the beat
They got the beat
Yeah
They got the beat
See the kids just getting out of school
They can't wait to hang out and be cool
Hang around 'til quarter after twelve
That's when they fall in line
Kids got the beat
They got the beat
They got the beat
Yeah
Kids got the beat
Go-go music really makes us dance
Do the pony puts us in a trance
do the watusi just give us a chance
That's when we fall in line
We got the beat
We got the beat
We got the beat
Yeah
We got the beat
Everybody get on your feet
We know you can dance to the beat
Jumpin'-get down
Round and round and round
Zondag 27 april 1997
Aborigine
Aborigine
Composer(s): Jarvis Cocker - Candida Doyle - Peter Mansell - Russell Senior
Performer(s): Pulp
Starts so slowly, just a place to stay
Somewhere warm where they can spend their days
Air is stagnant and he feels unclean
Hair hangs greasy and he smells obscene
Something's happened and it's not so good
broken bottles in the face of love
Mottled flesh under the harsh strip-light
Nylon sheets to keep them warm at night
Once it's started it can never stop
fills his head with a dark damp fog
In the distance is a constant cry
growing louder as the years go by
Days get longer and he starts to drink
spews his stomach in the kitchen sink
Tells his children they should have respect
Tells his wife that she's a nervous wreck
He hates his wife and he hates them all
He hates his wife and he hates them all
Can't be bothered when it's all the same
leave it long enough, it goes away
In the meantime stomach turns to fat
She tries to tell him but he can't have that
She's only jealous and she's telling lies
Standing naked in his flesh disguise
It took him months to get her into bed
now he's got her he just wants her dead
She wants excitement and she needs romance
all she gets are dirty underpants
Stupid animal that can't know why
something's wrong so someone has to die
The wind is blowing and the rain falls down
Sends his family on a trip down town
Sees them die in a burning wreck
Sees them burn, smokes a cigarette
He hates his wife and he hates them all
He hates his wife and he hates them all
He knows he's finished but he can't stop now
and he wants to end it but he can't see how
and it's all in pieces, thrown it all away
Oh, but he's not ugly, he just looks that way
And he wants some quiet and he needs it now
but the scream he's started's getting far too loud
and he still pretends he does it just for now
His day will come he'll lose it all somehow
Killing time until his ship arrives
been dead ten years but he's still alive
and the time is wasted and the ship has sunk
but he hasn't noticed and he comes home drunk
and he's just dead weight, he'll never leave the ground
He tries to stand but he keeps falling down
and it's hard to know he doesn't count for much
He's not a has-been, just a never-was
Oh he hates his wife and he hates them all
He hates his wife and he hates them all
Hates his wife
Hates them all
Zondag 27 april 1997
We Got Paid By Cash
We Got Paid By Cash
Composer(s): Harold Reid; Don Reid
Performer(s): The Statler Brothers
It started March of sixty-four, many years ago
We were hired by Johnny Cash to open up his show
Four boys, a worn out Cadillac with a road map on the dash
For the next eight and one half years, we got paid by Cash
He took us down to Nashville to Columbia studio
Not knowing where we came from, they told us where to go
But Johnny said "I like 'em! Don't you give them no trash"
You see we were Johnny's little boys and we got paid by Cash
We were there when June became Johnny's lovin' bride
And we sang to him that mornin' our buddy Luther died
And we were there when the son was born that filled them both with pride
And we were there when John remembered God was on his side
We watched him on the concert stage, we watched him write his songs
And saw the things we had to do and the things that could go wrong
And if we had to start again we'd do it in a flash
'Cause we learned more than we earned when we got paid by Cash
Then came the time when our career demanded that we go
And through some tears we all shook hands that last and final show
All those years we never had a contract or a clash
Whatever we may be today we owe it all to Cash
We were there when June became Johnny's lovin' bride
And we sang to him that mornin' our buddy Luther died
And we were there when the son was born that filled them both with pride
And we were there when John remembered God was on his side
Now John will tell you there were years when times were good and bad
But we can tell you they were some of the best we ever had
Carl Perkins, and the Carters, and the Tennessee Three
We were one big happy family and would have done it all for free
don don don don don don ... don don ...
Zaterdag 26 april 1997
Abonné Au Gaz
Abonné Au Gaz
Performer(s): André Bourvil
Bourvil:
Poussez pas dites donc
Oh Finissez de me bousculer
Vous m'avez marché sur les pieds
-Va donc eh Patate
Monsieur vous m'avez insulté
Je vous prie de vous rétracter
-Va donc eh Patate
-Oh si vous saviez qui je suis
Vous déchanteriez mes amis
-je n' sais pas c'que t'es mon bonhomme
mais en tout cas t'as l'air d'une pomme
-Ah ! je n'ai l'air de rien, mais je suis quelqu'un
je suis
-quoi, quoi?
-abonné au gaz
-Ah la la la la, qui aurait cru ça
Il est
-Quoi quoi?
-Abonné au gaz
-Vous avez tous l'air étonné
Et pourtant c'est la vérité
Sur ma carte d'identité
Voyez messieurs dames, c'est marqué eh eh!
-C'est vraiment quelqu'un
Il a bien l'air d'un
D'un vrai
-Quoi quoi?
-abonné au gaz
Un homme:
Dis donc, vous avez des relations, vous pourriez pas me donner la combine
Bourvil:
-C'est ma vie privée, ça
L'homme:
-Est-ce qu'un député, vous a pistonné
Pour vous
-Quoi, quoi?
-abonner au gaz?
-ah non j'avais un tuyau
et c'est bien ce qu'il faut quand on veut avoir le gaz
Je fais mes petits coups en dessous
et j'entends déjà les jaloux
qui disent d'un ton aigre doux
C'est toujours les mêmes qui ont tout
Une femme:
-Quelle prestige il a
La femme qu'il aura
Sera
-Quoi quoi?
-abonnée au gaz!
La femme:
-Ah vous êtes très sympathique
Vous me plaisez beaucoup!
Bourvil:
-Ah bon
-Je sens que je vous aime
-Déjà? C'est pour le gaz que vous dites ça?
-Vous êtes adorable
Vous plairait-il de m'épouser
Oui, si vous savez cuisiner
-Vous êtes adorable
Bourvil:
Vous me l'avez déjà dit
-Adorable et surtout galant
Venez nous allons voir maman
-Je sais que je suis séduisant
Mais à ce point, ça me surprend
-Maman, voici mon mari
S'il n'est pas joli
Il est
-Quoi quoi?
-abonné au gaz
-S'il n'a pas d'auto
Ni même un vélo
Il est
-Quoi, quoi?
-abonné au gaz
La mère:
-épouse le ma chère enfant
le gaz est très intéressant car ça prouve tout simplement qu'il possède un appartement
La femme:
-vois tu mon chéri, à toi on dit oui tout ça
-je sais, parce que j'ai le gaz
Mon beau frère et mes beaux parents
Habitent avec nous maintenant
Si bien que je dors très souvent
Dans le grenier sur un divan
Ils vont m'obliger à déménager
Mais moi
-Quoi, quoi?
Je leur couperai le gaz!
Oh oh oh
-Il est vraiment fort
Mais jusqu'à la mort
Il s'ra abooooonnéé au (pffffff)
-Tiens! y'a une fuite, là
Gazzzzz!
Zaterdag 26 april 1997
We Got More Soul
We Got More Soul
Composer(s): Arlester "Dyke" Christian
Performer(s): Dyke & The Blazers; Pazant Brothers
Tell the world
Uh!
Sisters and my borthers
We got more soul
Uh!
Dig it!
Sisters and my brothers
We got more soul
Uh!
We got Ray Charles
Doin' his thing
We got James Brown
Yeah!
Doin' his thing too
Uh!
Ow!
We got more soul
We got more soul
Uh!
Aw!
We got more soul
We got more soul
Dig it now!
Uh!
Aw!
Uh!
When we walk
Uh!
We got more soul
We got
When we talk
Uh!
Aw!
Uh!
We got more soul
We got
When we sing
Lord, have mercy
Uh!
We got more soul
We got
When we dance
Uh!
Aw!
We got more soul
Uh!
Uh!
We got Johnnie Taylor
Doin' his thing
We got Johnnie Taylor
Yeah!
Doin' his
Ow!
Uh!
Listen!
Uh!
We got more soul
We got more soul
We got more soul
We got more soul
Dig it!
We got Aretha Franklin
Doin' her thing
We got Nancy Wilson
Doin' her thing
Uh!
We got Pearl Bailey
Doin' her thing
Uh!
Aw!
We got more soul
We got more soul
Uh!
Dig it!
My sisters and my brothers
(Fade to End)
We got more soul
Uh!
When we walk
Vrijdag 25 april 1997
A-Bone
A-Bone
Composer(s): Larry LaPole
Performer(s): The Trashmen
I've got a little A-bone like you never have seen
A way-out wailin' type of boss machine
Top eliminator at all the big name drags
Well she's stroked and bored and shaved so neat
and sittin' right next to my bucket seat
It's a bang-shift hydro with a big shillalie ah Hahahahaha...
Cobra, Cobra where have you been, I've been lookin' all over and back again
My little A-bone's just achin' to shut you down
She's a'runnin' smooth, she's a'runnin' true
She's got a big surprise for you
It's a bang-shift hydro with a big shillalie, ah Hahahahaha
Cobra, Stingray what'cha gonna' do when my little A-bone comes lookin' for you
Cobra, Stingray ain't cha gonna' weep when you see my taillights down the street
Cobra, Stingray what'cha gonna' do when my little A-bone comes lookin' for you
Cobra, Stingray ain't cha gonna' weep when you see my taillights down the street
Well my little A-bone went over the hill, left that Cobra standin' still
Buddy, buddy, buddy better shut your Cobra down
Well your clutch is burnin', your tires are hot
You don't know what my A-bone's got
It's a bang-shift hydro with a big shillalie, ah Hahahahaha
You don't know what my A-bones got
You don't know what my A-bones got
You don't know what my A-bones got
Vrijdag 25 april 1997
We Got Love (Bobby Rydell)
We Got Love
Composer(s): Bernie Lowe; Barry Mann
Performer(s): Bobby Rydell
(We got love)
‘Cause you’ve got one lucky fella
Two love you true
And I got three little words
I’m savin’ four only you
Five o’clock I call you
And by six we got a date
By seven I’ll be heaven-bound
And in your arms by eight
Everybody now (We got love)
By the numbers (We got love)
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah (Ain’t it wonderful, we got love)
‘Cause I got one million kisses
Two thrill you through and through
And I got three thousand hugs
I’m savin’ Four only you’
Five’ll get you ten, Dear
that in six more years we rate
Seven little children, Dear
Or maybe we’ll have eight
Let me hear it, baby (We got love)
Ah, dontcha know it now (We got love)
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah (Ain’t it wonderful, we got love)
When we marry five’ll get you ten, Dear
That in six more years we rate
Seven little children, Dear
Or maybe we’ll have eight
All together now (We got love)
Ah let me tell ya (We got love)
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah (Ain’t it wonderful, we got love)
One more time (We got love)
Ah don'tcha know it baby (We got love)
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah (Ain’t it wonderful, we got love)
Donderdag 24 april 1997
Able Bodied Man
Able Bodied Man
Composer(s): Jerry Foster - Bill Rice
Performer(s): Bobby Bare; Jack Ingram; Charley Pride
I'm calling from the station and I haven't got much time to let you know
Got a ticket for Missouri and there's things I need to say before I go
If I could I'd have you meet me but I don't see how I can
I don't have enough to pay your fare
There's a factory in Columbus hirin' now I understand
And they're looking for an able bodied man
Baby you should get some money in the letter that I mailed two days ago
But when I wrote the letter saying you could come to me I didn't know
That I was goin' to lose my job in such a little while
Now I guess we'll have to change our plan
They may not hire me in Columbus but I'm pretty sure they will
Cause they're looking for an able bodied man
If I had more education now I'd a' made a better life for me and you
But just simple manual labor is the only kind of work that I can do
The bus is loadin' for Missouri so I guess I'd better go
Hon I'll call you up as soon as I can
I'll be sending you a ticket cause I know I'll get a job
If they're looking for an able bodied man
I'll be sending you a ticket cause I know I'll get a job
And remember I'm your able bodied man
Donderdag 24 april 1997
We Got Love (Lynsey de Paul)
We Got Love
Composer(s): Lynsey de Paul; Terry Britten
Performer(s): Lynsey de Paul
You can have money and still be poor
What good is that?
It’s not enough
Work day and night making more and more
What good is that?
It’s not a lot
You and I, we may not own a mansion
But we have the greatest gift of all
We got love
That’s what we got
We got love
That’s what we got
Love, love, love
That’s what we got
And the love we have is never gonna stop
Who needs a yacht or a limosine?
What good is that?
It’s not enough
Living your life like a magazine
What good is that?
It’s not a lot
You and I, we may not own a mansion
But we have the greatest gift of all
We got love
That’s what we got
We got love
That’s what we got
Love, love, love
That’s what we got
And the love we have is never gonna stop
We got love, the kind you read about
We got love, the kind you dream about
I’m the richest man you ever knew
It’s a dream come true
be with you, be with you
love, the kind you read about
love, the kind you dream about
love, the kind you read about
love, the kind you dream about
We got love
That’s what we got
We got love
That’s what we got
Love, love, love
That’s what we got
And the love we have is never gonna stop
We got love
That’s what we got
We got love
That’s what we got
Love, love, love
That’s what we got
And the love we have is never gonna stop
Be-da-ba-da doo doo doo
Be-da-ba-da doo doo doo
It's a dream come true
loving you, loving you
It's a dream come true
We got loving baby
It's a dream come true
loving you, loving you
It's a dream come true
And the love we have is never gonna stop
We got love
That’s what we got
We got love
That’s what we got
Love, love, love
That’s what we got
And the love we have is never gonna stop
Woensdag 23 april 1997
Abiyoyo
Abiyoyo
Composer(s): Pete Seeger
Performer(s): Pete Seeger
and multiple other artists
Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo
Abiyoyo, yoyoyo, yoyoyo
Once upon a time there was a little boy who played the ukelele
He'd go around town
'Blmp, blmp, blmp, blmp, blmp, blmp, blmp, blmp blmp blmp, blmp blmp, blmp!'
Grown-ups said "Get that thing out of here!"
Not only that, the boy's father was a gettin' in trouble
He was a magician
He had a magic wand
He could go 'Zoop! Zoop!' make things disappear
But the father played too many tricks on people
Somebody doing a hard job of work, 'zzt, zzt, zzt'
Up comes the father with his magic wand
'Zoop!' no saw
Come to someone about to drink a nice cold glass of something
'Zoop!' the glass disappears
He'd come to someone about to sit down after a hard day's work
'Zoop!' no chair
People said to the father, "You get out of here, too
Take your magic wand and your son!"
The boy and his father were ostracized
That means they made them live on the edge of town
Now in this town they used to tell stories
The old people used to tell stories about the giants that lived in the old days
They used to tell a story about a giant called Abiyoyo
They said he was as tall as a house and could eat...people... up
Of course, nobody believed it, but they told the story anyway
One day, one day, the sun rose, blood red over the hill
And the first people got up and looked out of their window
They saw a great big shadow in front of the sun
And they could feel the whole ground shake
'Stomp, stomp'
Women screamed, 'Ahh!'
Strong men fainted "Ohh!"
"Run for your lives! Abiyoyo's coming!"
He came to the sheep pasture, grabs a whole sheep, 'Yeowp!'
Comes to the cow pasture, grabs a whole cow, 'Yeowp!'
Daniel, "Grab your most precious possessions and run! Run!"
Just then the boy and his father woke up
"Hey, Paw, what's coming over the field?"
Oh, Son, that's Abiyoyo
Oh, if I could only get him to lie down, I could make him disappear"
The boy said "Come with me, Father"
He grabs his father by one hand
The father gets the magic wand, the boy gets the ukelele
They run across the field
Peopleyelled, "Don't go near him! He'll eat you alive!"
There was Abiyoyo
He had long fingernails cause he never cut 'em
Slobbery teeth, 'cause he didn't brush them
Stinking feet, 'cause he didn't wash 'em
He raised up with his claws, the boy whips out his ukelele and starts to sing
Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo
Abiyoyo, yoyoyo, yoyoyo
Well, you know the giant had never heard a song about himself before
And a foolish grin spread over the giant's face
And the giant started to dance "Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo"
The boy went faster, "Abiyoyo, yoyoyo, yoyoyo
Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo"
The giant got out of breath
He staggered
He fell down flat on the ground 'Zoop!, Zoop!'
People looked out the window, Abiyoyo disappeared
They ran across the fields
They lifted the boy and his father up on their shoulders
They said, "Come back to town
Bring your damn ukelele, we don t care anymore!"
And they all sang
Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo
(Oh, you sing it with me)
Abiyoyo Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo
Woensdag 23 april 1997
We Got A Way
We Got A Way
Composer(s): John Robinson; Franne Golde; Martin Walsh
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog
How many times, looking at your picture
I've liked the way that you talk to me
But even in my dreams I've had to let you go
I know, I know
You're gonna say it's slippin' through our fingers
And all I want is, darlin', to be wanting you
Get away, don't give me the fever or the touch
'Cause it hurts too much
We've got a way with pulling in closer
And treating love so recklessly
We've got a way with pushing our luck
Oh, I've got a way with you
And you've got a way with me
We've got a way with taking it higher
And hanging on so helplessly
We've got a way with pushing our luck
Oh, I've got a way with you
And you've got a way with me
How many times, thinking of the feelings
I like it better when you're close to me
And in my heart, oh I'll never let you go
I know, I know
And when I look, look into your eyes I see
The way you're holding and you're tempting me now
I feel your kiss, oh I've got to get away
But tell me this, tell me will you miss me?
We've got a way with pulling in closer
And treating love so recklessly
We've got a way with pushing our luck
Oh, I've got a way with you
And you've got a way with me
We've got a way with taking our chances
And hiding things that lovers do
But when you leave me, darling
I just can't hold on to you
Only for second chances
Only for words we had to say
Only to my real love
Why did you get away?
We've got a way with pulling in closer
And treating love so recklessly
We've got a way with pushing our luck
Oh, I've got a way with you
And you've got a way with me
We've got a way with taking our chances
And hiding things that lovers do
But when you leave me, darling
I just can't hold on to you
We've got a way with pulling in closer
And treating love so recklessly
We've got a way with pushing our luck
Oh, I've got a way with you
And you've got a way with me
Dinsdag 22 april 1997
Abilene
Abilene
Composer(s): John D. Loudermilk - Bob Gibson - Lester Brown - Albert Stanton
First recording/First release by: George Hamilton IV - 1963
Abilene, Abilene
Prettiest town I ever seen
Folks down there don't treat you mean
In Abilene, my Abilene
I sit alone most every night
Watch them trains roll out of sight
Wish that they were carryin' me
To Abilene, my Abilene
Crowded city, ain't nothin' free
Nothin' in this town for me
Wish to God that I could be
In Abilene, my Abilene
How I wish that train would come
Take me back where I come from
Take me where I want to be
In Abilene, my Abilene
Rotgut whiskey numbs the brain
If I stay here I'll go insane
Think I need a change of scene
To Abilene, my Abilene
Outside my window cold rain falls
Sit here starin' at the walls
If I was home, I'd be serene
In Abilene, my Abilene
Abilene, Abilene
Prettiest town I ever seen
Folks down there don't treat you mean
In Abilene, my Abilene
I sit alone most every night
Watch them trains roll out of sight
Wish that they were carryin' me
To Abilene, my Abilene
Crowded city, ain't nothin' free
Nothin' in this town for me
Wish to God that I could be
In Abilene, my Abilene
How I wish that train would come
Take me back where I come from
Take me where I want to be
In Abilene, my Abilene
Rotgut whiskey numbs the brain
If I stay here I'll go insane
Think I need a change of scene
To Abilene, my Abilene
Outside my window cold rain falls
Sit here starin' at the walls
If I was home, I'd be serene
In Abilene, my Abilene
Dinsdag 22 april 1997
We Go Together
