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(1928) Gus Kahn, Walter Donaldson
My baby don't care for shows My baby don't care for clothes My baby just cares for me My baby don't care for cars and races My baby don't care for high-tone places Liz Taylor is not his style And even Lana Turner's smile Is somethin' he can't see My baby don't care who knows My baby just cares for me Baby, my baby don't care for shows And he don't even care for clothes He cares for me My baby don't care For cars and races My baby don't care for He don't care for high-tone places Liz Taylor is not his style And even Liberace's smile Is something he can't see Is something he can't see I wonder what's wrong with baby My baby just cares for My baby just cares for My baby just cares for me Original lyrics My baby don't care for shows My baby don't care for clothes My baby just cares for me My baby don't care for cars and races My baby don't care for high-tone places Liz Taylor is not his style And even Lana Turner's smile is somethin' he can't see My baby don't care who knows it My baby just cares for me My baby don't care for shows And he don't even care for clothes My baby just cares for me My baby don't care for cars and races My baby don't care for he don't care for high-tone places I wonder what's wrong with baby My baby just cares for Just says his prayers for My baby just cares for me |
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You ain't never been blue, no, no, no
You ain't never been blue Till you've had that mood indigo That feeling goes stealing right down to my shoes While I just sit here and sigh Go along blues I always get that mood indigo Since my baby said goodbye And in the evening when the lights are low I'm so lonely I could cry For there's nobody who cares about me I'm just a poor fool that's bluer than blue can be When I get that mood indigo I could lay me down and die You ain't been blue, no, no, no You ain't never been blue Till you've had that mood indigo That feeling goes stealing right down to my shoes While I just sit here and sigh Go along blues |
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He needs me
He doesn't know it, But he needs me And so no matter where he goes, Though he doesn't care He knows that I'm there He needs me I oughta leave him, But he needs me I know that I ain't very bright Just to tag along Oh, but right or wrong I'm his... And I'm here And I'm gonna be his friend, Or his lover Cause my one ambition is To wake him and make him discover that He needs me I've got to follow where he leads me Or else he'll never know That I need him Just as he needs me |
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Love me or leave me and let me be lonely
You won't believe me but I love you only I'd rather be lonley than happy with somebody else You might find the night time the right time for kissing Night time is my time for just reminiscing Regretting instead of forgetting with somebody else There'll be no one unless that someone is you I intended to be independently blue I want your love, don't wanna borrow Have it today to give back tomorrow Your love is my love There's no love for nobody else Say, love me or leave me and let me be lonely You won't believe me but I love you only I'd rather be lonley than happy with somebody else You might find the night time the right time for kissing Night time is my time for just reminiscing Regretting instead of forgetting with somebody else There'll be no one unless that someone is you I intended to be independently blue Say I want your love, don't wanna borrow Have it today to give back tomorrow Your love is my love My love is your love There's no love for nobody else |
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(1935) Ira Gershwin, DuBose Heyward, George Gershwin I loves you, Porgy, Don't let him take me Don't let him handle me And drive me mad If you can keep me I wanna stay here with you forever And I'll be glad Yes I loves you, Porgy, Don't let him take me Don't let him handle me With his hot hands If you can keep me I wants to stay here with you forever I've got my man I loves you, Porgy, Don't let him take me Don't let him handle me And drive me mad If you can keep me I wanna stay here with you forever I've got my man Someday I know he's coming to call me He's going to handle me and hold me So, it' going to be like dying, Porgy When he calls me But when he comes I know I'll have to go I loves you, Porgy, Don't let him take me Honey, don't let him handle me and drive me mad If you can keep me I wanna stay here with you forever I've got my man |
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Coots, Lewis
For all we know We may never meet again Before we go Make this moment live again We won't say goodbye Until the last minute I'll hold out my hand And my heart will be in it For all we know This might only be a dream We come and we go Like the ripples, like the ripples in the stream So baby, love me, love me tonight Tomorrow was made for some Oh, but tomorrow But tomorrow may never, never come For all we know Yes, tomorrow may never, never come For all we know |
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Earl S. Burroughs
Plain gold ring on his finger he wore It was where everyone could see He belonged to someone, but not me On his hand was a plain gold band Plain gold ring has a story to tell It was one that I knew too well In my heart it will never be spring Long as he wears a plain gold ring Oh, oh When nighttime comes a' callin' on me I know why I will never be free I can't stop these teardrops of mine I'm gonna love him till the end of time Plain gold ring has but one thing to say I'll remember till my dying day In my heart it will never be spring Long as he wears a plain gold ring Plain gold ring on his finger he wore Plain gold ring on his finger he wore Plain gold ring on his finger he wore |
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Sit there and count your fingers
What can you do? Old girl you're through Sit there, count your little fingers Unhappy little girl blue Sit there and count the raindrops Falling on you It's time you knew All you can ever count on Are the raindrops That fall on little girl blue Won't you just sit there Count the little raindrops Falling on you 'Cause it's time you knew All you can ever count on Are the raindrops That fall on little girl blue No use old girl You might as well surrender 'Cause your hopes are getting slender and slender Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy To cheer up little girl blue |
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(1928) Gus Kahn, Walter Donaldson
My baby don't care for shows My baby don't care for clothes My baby just cares for me My baby don't care for cars and races My baby don't care for high-tone places Liz Taylor is not his style And even Lana Turner's smile Is somethin' he can't see My baby don't care who knows My baby just cares for me Baby, my baby don't care for shows And he don't even care for clothes He cares for me My baby don't care For cars and races My baby don't care for He don't care for high-tone places Liz Taylor is not his style And even Liberace's smile Is something he can't see Is something he can't see I wonder what's wrong with baby My baby just cares for My baby just cares for My baby just cares for me Original lyrics My baby don't care for shows My baby don't care for clothes My baby just cares for me My baby don't care for cars and races My baby don't care for high-tone places Liz Taylor is not his style And even Lana Turner's smile is somethin' he can't see My baby don't care who knows it My baby just cares for me My baby don't care for shows And he don't even care for clothes My baby just cares for me My baby don't care for cars and races My baby don't care for he don't care for high-tone places I wonder what's wrong with baby My baby just cares for Just says his prayers for My baby just cares for me |
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There is a House in New Orieans
They call it rising sun And it's been the ruin of many poor girls And me, oh God, I'm one. If I had only listened of what my mama said I'd be at home today But bein' so young and foolish my Lord Let a gambler lead me astray Now my mother is a tailer She sews those new blue jeans And my sweetheart is a drunkard Lord Drinks down in New Orieans Now the only thing drunken man needs is a suitcase and a trunk And only time he's satisfied Lord is when he's on the drunk Somebody go get my baby sister Tell her to do never to do what I have done But shun that house in New Orieans They call it Rising Sun Well I'm goin' back to New Orieans My race is almost run Yes,I'm goin' back to spend my life Beneath, the rising sun. |
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Bouncing off your wall
Pathways of my mind Are on their way Another way For today Ohho You want me to see you I can not see you You want me to come for you I can not come for you You want an assignment I see no concession Shall I hang my head with yours and be blue Send away laughter And spend all my time, com'on darling Thinking about you Don't you know there are things I can't do My mind is on its way Another way For today Ohho My spirit is so foreign You want silence My spirit Is taking flight But baby you wanna cry tonight Shall I hang my head with yours Send away laughter and fun And spend all my time Thinking about you Only about you Don't you know there are things That I can't do My mind is on its way Another way For today Heyheyy.... |
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Stay away from me
Cause i'm in my sin Stay away from me Cause i'm in my sin If this joint is raided Somebody get me my gin Don't try me nobody Cause you will never win Don't try me nobody Cause you will never win I'll fight the army and navy Somebody give me my gin I don't want no clothes I don't want no bed I don't want no clothes yeah Want no bed Want no pork chops and greens Just give me gin instead Stay away from me Cause i'm in my sin Stay away from me yeah Cause i'm in my sin Joint is raided I don't care! Give me my gin! I'm in my sin Joint is raided Lets go home So i can get me my gin |
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Jimmy Webb
Do what you gotta do Come on back see me when you can Man I can understand how it might be Kinda hard to love a girl like me I don't blame you much for wanting to be free I just wanted you to know I've loved you better that your own kin did From the very start it's my own fault What happens to my heart You see I've always known you'd go So you just do what you gotta do My wild sweet love Though it may mean that I'll never kiss Those sweet lips again Pay that no mind Find that dappled dream of yours Come on back and see me when you can Now I know it'll make you feel sad And make you feel so bad They say you don't treat me me like you should They got ways to make you feels no good I guess they got no way to know I've had my eyes wide open from the start And man you never lied to me The part of you that they'll never see Is the part you've shown to me So you just do what you gotta do My wild sweet love Though it may mean that I'll never kiss Those sweet lips again Pay that no mind Find that dappled dream of yours Come on back and see me when you can |
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Lyrics to Mississippi Goddam! Nina Simone, 1963 Mississippi Goddam (Nina Simone) The name of this tune is Mississippi Goddam And I mean every word of it Alabama's gotten me so upset Tennessee made me lose my rest And everybody knows about Mississippi Goddam Alabama's gotten me so upset Tennessee made me lose my rest And everybody knows about Mississippi Goddam Can't you see it Can't you feel it It's all in the air I can't stand the pressure much longer Somebody say a prayer Alabama's gotten me so upset Tennessee made me lose my rest And everybody knows about Mississippi Goddam This is a show tune But the show hasn't been written for it, yet Hound dogs on my trail School children sitting in jail Black cat cross my path I think every day's gonna be my last Lord have mercy on this land of mine We all gonna get it in due time I don't belong here I don't belong there I've even stopped believing in prayer Don't tell me I tell you Me and my people just about due I've been there so I know They keep on saying "Go slow!" But that's just the trouble "do it slow" Washing the windows "do it slow" Picking the cotton "do it slow" You're just plain rotten "do it slow" You're too damn lazy "do it slow" The thinking's crazy "do it slow" Where am I going What am I doing I don't know I don't know Just try to do your very best Stand up be counted with all the rest For everybody knows about Mississippi Goddam I made you thought I was kiddin' Picket lines School boy cots They try to say it's a communist plot All I want is equality for my sister my brother my people and me Yes you lied to me all these years You told me to wash and clean my ears And talk real fine just like a lady And you'd stop calling me Sister Sadie Oh but this whole country is full of lies You're all gonna die and die like flies I don't trust you any more You keep on saying "Go slow!" "Go slow!" But that's just the trouble "do it slow" Desegregation "do it slow" Mass participation "do it slow" Reunification "do it slow" Do things gradually "do it slow" But bring more tragedy "do it slow" Why don't you see it Why don't you feel it I don't know I don't know You don't have to live next to me Just give me my equality Everybody knows about Mississippi Everybody knows about Alabama Everybody knows about Mississippi Goddam That's it! |
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The other woman finds time to manicure her nails,
The other woman is perfect where her rival fails. And she's never seen with pin curls in her hair - anywhere. The other woman enchants her clothes with French perfume. The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room. There are never toys scattered anywhere... And when her old man comes to call, He'll find her waiting like a lonesome queen. 'cause when she's by his side it's such a change from her old routine. But... The other woman will always cry herself to sleep. The other woman will never have his love to keep. And, as years go by... The other woman will spend her real life alone. |
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My skin is black
My arms are long My hair is woolly My back is strong Strong enough to take the pain inflicted again and again What do they call me My name is AUNT SARAH My name is Aunt Sarah My skin is yellow My hair is long Between two worlds I do belong My father was rich and white He forced my mother late one night What do they call me My name is SAFFRONIA My name is Saffronia My skin is tan My hair is fine My hips invite you my mouth like wine Whose little girl am I? Anyone who has money to buy What do they call me My name is SWEET THING My name is Sweet Thing My skin is brown my manner is tough I'll kill the first mother I see my life has been too rough I'm awfully bitter these days because my parents were slaves What do they call me My name is PEACHES |
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