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from Guy Mitchell - 16 Most Requested Songs (1991)
Well, I've just been thinkin' things over
How I have loved you for years My life just don't seem worth livin' Since you have left me in tears My skies have all turned to gray now And I just walk the soles off'a my shoes Since you've been gone my heart's broken And I'm just knee-deep in the blues Well, I've just been thinkin' things over How I have loved you for years My life just don't seem worth livin' Since you have left me in tears You ask me why I've been cryin' It's 'cause I've lost 'bout all I can lose Since you've been gone I've quit tryin' And I'm just knee-deep in the blues |
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from Guy Mitchell - 16 Most Requested Songs (1991)
Mister Christopher Columbus
Sailed the sea without a compass When his men began a rumpus Up spoke, Christopher Columbus There is land somewhere Until we get there We will not go wrong If we sing, "Swing a song" Since the world is round We'll be safe and sound 'Til our goal is found We'll just keep rhythm bound Soon the crew was makin' merry Then came a yell "Let's drink to Isabelle Hum, bring the rum, ho hum" No more mutiny What a time at sea With diplomacy Christy made history Mister Christopher Columbus He used rhythm as a compass Music ended all the rumpus Wise old Christopher Columbus |
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from Guy Mitchell - 16 Most Requested Songs (1991)
(She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt)
(She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt) She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love in her heart for me I work in a London bank, respectable position From nine to three they serve you tea But ruin your disposition Each night of music calls, rather lost I seem And once a pearl of a native girl came smilin' right at me She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love in her heart for me Goodbye to the London bank, I started in a-sailin' The fourteenth day from Mandalay I spied her from the railin' She knew I was on my way, waited, and was true She said "You son of an Englishman, I've dreamed each night of you" She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love in her heart for me I went to her Ma and Pa and said I loved her only And they both said we could be wed, oh, what a ceremony An elephant brought her in, placed her by my side While six baboons got out bassoons and played "Here Comes the Bride" I'm back here in London town and, though it may sound silly She's here with me and you should see us walk down Picadilly The boys at the London bank kinda hold their breath She sits with me and sips her tea which tickles them to death She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love (and love) in her heart (in her heart) for me |
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| from Guy Mitchell - 16 Most Requested Songs (1991) | |||||
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from Guy Mitchell - 16 Most Requested Songs (1991)
Well, I never felt more like singin' the blues
'Cause I never thought that I'd ever lose Your love dear, why'd you do me this way? Well, I never felt more like cryin' all night 'cause everythin's wrong, and nothin' ain't right Without you, you got me singin' the blues. The moon and stars no longer shine The dream is gone I thought was mine There's nothin' left for me to do But cry-why-why-why over you (cry over you) Well, I never felt more like runnin' away But why should I go 'cause I couldn't stay Without you, you got me singin' the blues. Well, I never felt more like singin' the blues 'Cause I never thought that I'd ever lose Your love dear, why'd you do me this way? Well, I never felt more like cryin' all night 'Cause everythin's wrong, and nothin' ain't right Without you, you got me singin' the blues. Oh, the moon and stars no longer shine The dream is gone I thought was mine There's nothin' left for me to do But cry-why-why-why over you (cry over you) Well, I never felt more like runnin' away But why should I go 'cause I couldn't stay Without you, you got me singin' the blues |
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from 16 Most Requested Songs Of The 1950s. Volume One (1989)
Well, I never felt more like singin' the blues
'Cause I never thought that I'd ever lose Your love dear, why'd you do me this way? Well, I never felt more like cryin' all night 'cause everythin's wrong, and nothin' ain't right Without you, you got me singin' the blues. The moon and stars no longer shine The dream is gone I thought was mine There's nothin' left for me to do But cry-why-why-why over you (cry over you) Well, I never felt more like runnin' away But why should I go 'cause I couldn't stay Without you, you got me singin' the blues. Well, I never felt more like singin' the blues 'Cause I never thought that I'd ever lose Your love dear, why'd you do me this way? Well, I never felt more like cryin' all night 'Cause everythin's wrong, and nothin' ain't right Without you, you got me singin' the blues. Oh, the moon and stars no longer shine The dream is gone I thought was mine There's nothin' left for me to do But cry-why-why-why over you (cry over you) Well, I never felt more like runnin' away But why should I go 'cause I couldn't stay Without you, you got me singin' the blues |
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| from 16 Most Requested Songs Of The 1950s. Volume Two (1989) | |||||
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from The First British Hit Parade (2005)
[Chorus:]
Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh Ha-ha! Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh Ain't seen a babe like this before He's so good-looking, gonna have some more Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh Ha- ha now I've been known to gamble, take a little drink Then there's the night I had a fight and landed in the clink But now my rooting tooting days are done Gotta be the man that he thinks I am 'cause I love my son Ha ha I knew a lot of women when I was on the go They'd stand in line to drink my wine and help me spend my dough But my wife Rosie ain't that kind Got her to thank for a buck in the bank 'n' this kid of mine I'm gonna do some bragging up and down the town I'm walking into joints anew and passing news around That me and Rosie got a son Though he's just been born, gonna buy him a horn, a baseball, and drum He he's as tiny as a peanut yet I do declare Some day he'll look at me and say, "Hey, how you doing down there?" He'll be good-hearted like his Ma But I bet he'll be a lady-killer just like his Pa |
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from Unforgettable Hit Pops Vol.1 (2009)
Well, I never felt more like singin' the blues
'Cause I never thought that I'd ever lose Your love dear, why'd you do me this way? Well, I never felt more like cryin' all night 'cause everythin's wrong, and nothin' ain't right Without you, you got me singin' the blues. The moon and stars no longer shine The dream is gone I thought was mine There's nothin' left for me to do But cry-why-why-why over you (cry over you) Well, I never felt more like runnin' away But why should I go 'cause I couldn't stay Without you, you got me singin' the blues. Well, I never felt more like singin' the blues 'Cause I never thought that I'd ever lose Your love dear, why'd you do me this way? Well, I never felt more like cryin' all night 'Cause everythin's wrong, and nothin' ain't right Without you, you got me singin' the blues. Oh, the moon and stars no longer shine The dream is gone I thought was mine There's nothin' left for me to do But cry-why-why-why over you (cry over you) Well, I never felt more like runnin' away But why should I go 'cause I couldn't stay Without you, you got me singin' the blues |
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from Unforgettable Hit Pops Vol.2 (2009)
Well, I've just been thinkin' things over
How I have loved you for years My life just don't seem worth livin' Since you have left me in tears My skies have all turned to gray now And I just walk the soles off'a my shoes Since you've been gone my heart's broken And I'm just knee-deep in the blues Well, I've just been thinkin' things over How I have loved you for years My life just don't seem worth livin' Since you have left me in tears You ask me why I've been cryin' It's 'cause I've lost 'bout all I can lose Since you've been gone I've quit tryin' And I'm just knee-deep in the blues |
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from The Golden Crooners - 25 Classic Tracks (2008)
Well, I never felt more like singin' the blues
'Cause I never thought that I'd ever lose Your love dear, why'd you do me this way? Well, I never felt more like cryin' all night 'cause everythin's wrong, and nothin' ain't right Without you, you got me singin' the blues. The moon and stars no longer shine The dream is gone I thought was mine There's nothin' left for me to do But cry-why-why-why over you (cry over you) Well, I never felt more like runnin' away But why should I go 'cause I couldn't stay Without you, you got me singin' the blues. Well, I never felt more like singin' the blues 'Cause I never thought that I'd ever lose Your love dear, why'd you do me this way? Well, I never felt more like cryin' all night 'Cause everythin's wrong, and nothin' ain't right Without you, you got me singin' the blues. Oh, the moon and stars no longer shine The dream is gone I thought was mine There's nothin' left for me to do But cry-why-why-why over you (cry over you) Well, I never felt more like runnin' away But why should I go 'cause I couldn't stay Without you, you got me singin' the blues |
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from An Hour Of More Golden Memories (2008)
[Chorus:]
Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh Ha-ha! Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh Ain't seen a babe like this before He's so good-looking, gonna have some more Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh Ha- ha now I've been known to gamble, take a little drink Then there's the night I had a fight and landed in the clink But now my rooting tooting days are done Gotta be the man that he thinks I am 'cause I love my son Ha ha I knew a lot of women when I was on the go They'd stand in line to drink my wine and help me spend my dough But my wife Rosie ain't that kind Got her to thank for a buck in the bank 'n' this kid of mine I'm gonna do some bragging up and down the town I'm walking into joints anew and passing news around That me and Rosie got a son Though he's just been born, gonna buy him a horn, a baseball, and drum He he's as tiny as a peanut yet I do declare Some day he'll look at me and say, "Hey, how you doing down there?" He'll be good-hearted like his Ma But I bet he'll be a lady-killer just like his Pa |
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| from Tennessee Waltz - 22 Golden Memories (2007) | |||||
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| from Mockin' Bird Hill - 20 Memories Of The 50's (2007) | |||||
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| from Fifties vol 3 (2009) | |||||
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from Fifties vol 12 (2009)
[Chorus:]
Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh Ha-ha! Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh Ain't seen a babe like this before He's so good-looking, gonna have some more Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh Ha- ha now I've been known to gamble, take a little drink Then there's the night I had a fight and landed in the clink But now my rooting tooting days are done Gotta be the man that he thinks I am 'cause I love my son Ha ha I knew a lot of women when I was on the go They'd stand in line to drink my wine and help me spend my dough But my wife Rosie ain't that kind Got her to thank for a buck in the bank 'n' this kid of mine I'm gonna do some bragging up and down the town I'm walking into joints anew and passing news around That me and Rosie got a son Though he's just been born, gonna buy him a horn, a baseball, and drum He he's as tiny as a peanut yet I do declare Some day he'll look at me and say, "Hey, how you doing down there?" He'll be good-hearted like his Ma But I bet he'll be a lady-killer just like his Pa |
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from Fifties vol 2 (2009)
Well, I never felt more like singin' the blues
'Cause I never thought that I'd ever lose Your love dear, why'd you do me this way? Well, I never felt more like cryin' all night 'cause everythin's wrong, and nothin' ain't right Without you, you got me singin' the blues. The moon and stars no longer shine The dream is gone I thought was mine There's nothin' left for me to do But cry-why-why-why over you (cry over you) Well, I never felt more like runnin' away But why should I go 'cause I couldn't stay Without you, you got me singin' the blues. Well, I never felt more like singin' the blues 'Cause I never thought that I'd ever lose Your love dear, why'd you do me this way? Well, I never felt more like cryin' all night 'Cause everythin's wrong, and nothin' ain't right Without you, you got me singin' the blues. Oh, the moon and stars no longer shine The dream is gone I thought was mine There's nothin' left for me to do But cry-why-why-why over you (cry over you) Well, I never felt more like runnin' away But why should I go 'cause I couldn't stay Without you, you got me singin' the blues |
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from Hits 50 vol 1 (2009)
Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock
Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock Some people think it came from Tennessee Then spread on out to the lone prairie It's the hillbilly rock, feeddlee dee Turns me inside out Gimme some Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock Hey, grab yourself a partner, lose the blues Wear your store-bought clothes and your stompin' shoes Better head for the hills, gonna blow my fuse Hooo, I'm gonna shout Gimme some Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock Since rock-a-billy swang the do-si-do And the gee-tar man chased the old banjo Leave the hoe for the crow, holler "Go, oh man, go" Wiggle like a trout Gimme some Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, hoo!, rock, rock From the moment I feel this crazy beat Ya gotta lose control or you're two left feet Give me mountain juice, turn me loose Leave me wave my arms about Gimme some Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock Ya know what rock-a-billy's all about Ya know it's gonna make ya sing and shout Ya know you're gonna act like a crazy fool Who cares? It's cool Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock |
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from Hits 50 vol 1 (2009)
(She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt)
(She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt) She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love in her heart for me I work in a London bank, respectable position From nine to three they serve you tea But ruin your disposition Each night of music calls, rather lost I seem And once a pearl of a native girl came smilin' right at me She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love in her heart for me Goodbye to the London bank, I started in a-sailin' The fourteenth day from Mandalay I spied her from the railin' She knew I was on my way, waited, and was true She said "You son of an Englishman, I've dreamed each night of you" She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love in her heart for me I went to her Ma and Pa and said I loved her only And they both said we could be wed, oh, what a ceremony An elephant brought her in, placed her by my side While six baboons got out bassoons and played "Here Comes the Bride" I'm back here in London town and, though it may sound silly She's here with me and you should see us walk down Picadilly The boys at the London bank kinda hold their breath She sits with me and sips her tea which tickles them to death She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love (and love) in her heart (in her heart) for me |
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from Fifties vol 1 (2009)
Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock
Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock Some people think it came from Tennessee Then spread on out to the lone prairie It's the hillbilly rock, feeddlee dee Turns me inside out Gimme some Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock Hey, grab yourself a partner, lose the blues Wear your store-bought clothes and your stompin' shoes Better head for the hills, gonna blow my fuse Hooo, I'm gonna shout Gimme some Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock Since rock-a-billy swang the do-si-do And the gee-tar man chased the old banjo Leave the hoe for the crow, holler "Go, oh man, go" Wiggle like a trout Gimme some Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, hoo!, rock, rock From the moment I feel this crazy beat Ya gotta lose control or you're two left feet Give me mountain juice, turn me loose Leave me wave my arms about Gimme some Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock Ya know what rock-a-billy's all about Ya know it's gonna make ya sing and shout Ya know you're gonna act like a crazy fool Who cares? It's cool Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock |
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from Fifties vol 1 (2009)
(She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt)
(She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt) She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love in her heart for me I work in a London bank, respectable position From nine to three they serve you tea But ruin your disposition Each night of music calls, rather lost I seem And once a pearl of a native girl came smilin' right at me She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love in her heart for me Goodbye to the London bank, I started in a-sailin' The fourteenth day from Mandalay I spied her from the railin' She knew I was on my way, waited, and was true She said "You son of an Englishman, I've dreamed each night of you" She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love in her heart for me I went to her Ma and Pa and said I loved her only And they both said we could be wed, oh, what a ceremony An elephant brought her in, placed her by my side While six baboons got out bassoons and played "Here Comes the Bride" I'm back here in London town and, though it may sound silly She's here with me and you should see us walk down Picadilly The boys at the London bank kinda hold their breath She sits with me and sips her tea which tickles them to death She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love (and love) in her heart (in her heart) for me |
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| from Fifties vol 5 (2009) | |||||
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| from Hits 50 vol 6 (2009) | |||||
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from Hits 50 vol 12 (2009)
[Chorus:]
Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh Ha-ha! Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh Ain't seen a babe like this before He's so good-looking, gonna have some more Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh Ha- ha now I've been known to gamble, take a little drink Then there's the night I had a fight and landed in the clink But now my rooting tooting days are done Gotta be the man that he thinks I am 'cause I love my son Ha ha I knew a lot of women when I was on the go They'd stand in line to drink my wine and help me spend my dough But my wife Rosie ain't that kind Got her to thank for a buck in the bank 'n' this kid of mine I'm gonna do some bragging up and down the town I'm walking into joints anew and passing news around That me and Rosie got a son Though he's just been born, gonna buy him a horn, a baseball, and drum He he's as tiny as a peanut yet I do declare Some day he'll look at me and say, "Hey, how you doing down there?" He'll be good-hearted like his Ma But I bet he'll be a lady-killer just like his Pa |
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from Hits 50 vol 2 (2009)
Well, I never felt more like singin' the blues
'Cause I never thought that I'd ever lose Your love dear, why'd you do me this way? Well, I never felt more like cryin' all night 'cause everythin's wrong, and nothin' ain't right Without you, you got me singin' the blues. The moon and stars no longer shine The dream is gone I thought was mine There's nothin' left for me to do But cry-why-why-why over you (cry over you) Well, I never felt more like runnin' away But why should I go 'cause I couldn't stay Without you, you got me singin' the blues. Well, I never felt more like singin' the blues 'Cause I never thought that I'd ever lose Your love dear, why'd you do me this way? Well, I never felt more like cryin' all night 'Cause everythin's wrong, and nothin' ain't right Without you, you got me singin' the blues. Oh, the moon and stars no longer shine The dream is gone I thought was mine There's nothin' left for me to do But cry-why-why-why over you (cry over you) Well, I never felt more like runnin' away But why should I go 'cause I couldn't stay Without you, you got me singin' the blues |
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from Guy Mitchell - Les chansons en or (2009)
[Chorus:]
Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh Ha-ha! Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh Ain't seen a babe like this before He's so good-looking, gonna have some more Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh Ha- ha now I've been known to gamble, take a little drink Then there's the night I had a fight and landed in the clink But now my rooting tooting days are done Gotta be the man that he thinks I am 'cause I love my son Ha ha I knew a lot of women when I was on the go They'd stand in line to drink my wine and help me spend my dough But my wife Rosie ain't that kind Got her to thank for a buck in the bank 'n' this kid of mine I'm gonna do some bragging up and down the town I'm walking into joints anew and passing news around That me and Rosie got a son Though he's just been born, gonna buy him a horn, a baseball, and drum He he's as tiny as a peanut yet I do declare Some day he'll look at me and say, "Hey, how you doing down there?" He'll be good-hearted like his Ma But I bet he'll be a lady-killer just like his Pa |
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from Guy Mitchell - Les chansons en or (2009)
Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock
Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock Some people think it came from Tennessee Then spread on out to the lone prairie It's the hillbilly rock, feeddlee dee Turns me inside out Gimme some Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock Hey, grab yourself a partner, lose the blues Wear your store-bought clothes and your stompin' shoes Better head for the hills, gonna blow my fuse Hooo, I'm gonna shout Gimme some Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock Since rock-a-billy swang the do-si-do And the gee-tar man chased the old banjo Leave the hoe for the crow, holler "Go, oh man, go" Wiggle like a trout Gimme some Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, hoo!, rock, rock From the moment I feel this crazy beat Ya gotta lose control or you're two left feet Give me mountain juice, turn me loose Leave me wave my arms about Gimme some Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock Ya know what rock-a-billy's all about Ya know it's gonna make ya sing and shout Ya know you're gonna act like a crazy fool Who cares? It's cool Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock |
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from Guy Mitchell - Les chansons en or (2009)
(She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt)
(She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt) She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love in her heart for me I work in a London bank, respectable position From nine to three they serve you tea But ruin your disposition Each night of music calls, rather lost I seem And once a pearl of a native girl came smilin' right at me She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love in her heart for me Goodbye to the London bank, I started in a-sailin' The fourteenth day from Mandalay I spied her from the railin' She knew I was on my way, waited, and was true She said "You son of an Englishman, I've dreamed each night of you" She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love in her heart for me I went to her Ma and Pa and said I loved her only And they both said we could be wed, oh, what a ceremony An elephant brought her in, placed her by my side While six baboons got out bassoons and played "Here Comes the Bride" I'm back here in London town and, though it may sound silly She's here with me and you should see us walk down Picadilly The boys at the London bank kinda hold their breath She sits with me and sips her tea which tickles them to death She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love (and love) in her heart (in her heart) for me |
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from Guy Mitchell - Les chansons en or (2009)
Well, I never felt more like singin' the blues
'Cause I never thought that I'd ever lose Your love dear, why'd you do me this way? Well, I never felt more like cryin' all night 'cause everythin's wrong, and nothin' ain't right Without you, you got me singin' the blues. The moon and stars no longer shine The dream is gone I thought was mine There's nothin' left for me to do But cry-why-why-why over you (cry over you) Well, I never felt more like runnin' away But why should I go 'cause I couldn't stay Without you, you got me singin' the blues. Well, I never felt more like singin' the blues 'Cause I never thought that I'd ever lose Your love dear, why'd you do me this way? Well, I never felt more like cryin' all night 'Cause everythin's wrong, and nothin' ain't right Without you, you got me singin' the blues. Oh, the moon and stars no longer shine The dream is gone I thought was mine There's nothin' left for me to do But cry-why-why-why over you (cry over you) Well, I never felt more like runnin' away But why should I go 'cause I couldn't stay Without you, you got me singin' the blues |
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from Les chansons d'antan, vol. 1 (2009)
[Chorus:]
Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh Ha-ha! Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh Ain't seen a babe like this before He's so good-looking, gonna have some more Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh Ha- ha now I've been known to gamble, take a little drink Then there's the night I had a fight and landed in the clink But now my rooting tooting days are done Gotta be the man that he thinks I am 'cause I love my son Ha ha I knew a lot of women when I was on the go They'd stand in line to drink my wine and help me spend my dough But my wife Rosie ain't that kind Got her to thank for a buck in the bank 'n' this kid of mine I'm gonna do some bragging up and down the town I'm walking into joints anew and passing news around That me and Rosie got a son Though he's just been born, gonna buy him a horn, a baseball, and drum He he's as tiny as a peanut yet I do declare Some day he'll look at me and say, "Hey, how you doing down there?" He'll be good-hearted like his Ma But I bet he'll be a lady-killer just like his Pa |
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from Les chansons d'antan, vol. 4 (2009)
Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock
Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock Some people think it came from Tennessee Then spread on out to the lone prairie It's the hillbilly rock, feeddlee dee Turns me inside out Gimme some Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock Hey, grab yourself a partner, lose the blues Wear your store-bought clothes and your stompin' shoes Better head for the hills, gonna blow my fuse Hooo, I'm gonna shout Gimme some Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock Since rock-a-billy swang the do-si-do And the gee-tar man chased the old banjo Leave the hoe for the crow, holler "Go, oh man, go" Wiggle like a trout Gimme some Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, hoo!, rock, rock From the moment I feel this crazy beat Ya gotta lose control or you're two left feet Give me mountain juice, turn me loose Leave me wave my arms about Gimme some Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock Ya know what rock-a-billy's all about Ya know it's gonna make ya sing and shout Ya know you're gonna act like a crazy fool Who cares? It's cool Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock |
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from Les chansons d'antan, vol. 4 (2009)
(She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt)
(She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt) She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love in her heart for me I work in a London bank, respectable position From nine to three they serve you tea But ruin your disposition Each night of music calls, rather lost I seem And once a pearl of a native girl came smilin' right at me She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love in her heart for me Goodbye to the London bank, I started in a-sailin' The fourteenth day from Mandalay I spied her from the railin' She knew I was on my way, waited, and was true She said "You son of an Englishman, I've dreamed each night of you" She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love in her heart for me I went to her Ma and Pa and said I loved her only And they both said we could be wed, oh, what a ceremony An elephant brought her in, placed her by my side While six baboons got out bassoons and played "Here Comes the Bride" I'm back here in London town and, though it may sound silly She's here with me and you should see us walk down Picadilly The boys at the London bank kinda hold their breath She sits with me and sips her tea which tickles them to death She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love (and love) in her heart (in her heart) for me |
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from Les chansons d'antan, vol. 4 (2009)
Well, I never felt more like singin' the blues
'Cause I never thought that I'd ever lose Your love dear, why'd you do me this way? Well, I never felt more like cryin' all night 'cause everythin's wrong, and nothin' ain't right Without you, you got me singin' the blues. The moon and stars no longer shine The dream is gone I thought was mine There's nothin' left for me to do But cry-why-why-why over you (cry over you) Well, I never felt more like runnin' away But why should I go 'cause I couldn't stay Without you, you got me singin' the blues. Well, I never felt more like singin' the blues 'Cause I never thought that I'd ever lose Your love dear, why'd you do me this way? Well, I never felt more like cryin' all night 'Cause everythin's wrong, and nothin' ain't right Without you, you got me singin' the blues. Oh, the moon and stars no longer shine The dream is gone I thought was mine There's nothin' left for me to do But cry-why-why-why over you (cry over you) Well, I never felt more like runnin' away But why should I go 'cause I couldn't stay Without you, you got me singin' the blues |
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from Les chansons en or, vol. 4 (2009)
Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock
Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock Some people think it came from Tennessee Then spread on out to the lone prairie It's the hillbilly rock, feeddlee dee Turns me inside out Gimme some Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock Hey, grab yourself a partner, lose the blues Wear your store-bought clothes and your stompin' shoes Better head for the hills, gonna blow my fuse Hooo, I'm gonna shout Gimme some Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock Since rock-a-billy swang the do-si-do And the gee-tar man chased the old banjo Leave the hoe for the crow, holler "Go, oh man, go" Wiggle like a trout Gimme some Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, hoo!, rock, rock From the moment I feel this crazy beat Ya gotta lose control or you're two left feet Give me mountain juice, turn me loose Leave me wave my arms about Gimme some Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock Ya know what rock-a-billy's all about Ya know it's gonna make ya sing and shout Ya know you're gonna act like a crazy fool Who cares? It's cool Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock |
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from Les chansons en or, vol. 4 (2009)
(She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt)
(She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt) She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love in her heart for me I work in a London bank, respectable position From nine to three they serve you tea But ruin your disposition Each night of music calls, rather lost I seem And once a pearl of a native girl came smilin' right at me She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love in her heart for me Goodbye to the London bank, I started in a-sailin' The fourteenth day from Mandalay I spied her from the railin' She knew I was on my way, waited, and was true She said "You son of an Englishman, I've dreamed each night of you" She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love in her heart for me I went to her Ma and Pa and said I loved her only And they both said we could be wed, oh, what a ceremony An elephant brought her in, placed her by my side While six baboons got out bassoons and played "Here Comes the Bride" I'm back here in London town and, though it may sound silly She's here with me and you should see us walk down Picadilly The boys at the London bank kinda hold their breath She sits with me and sips her tea which tickles them to death She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love (and love) in her heart (in her heart) for me |
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from Les chansons en or, vol. 4 (2009)
Well, I never felt more like singin' the blues
'Cause I never thought that I'd ever lose Your love dear, why'd you do me this way? Well, I never felt more like cryin' all night 'cause everythin's wrong, and nothin' ain't right Without you, you got me singin' the blues. The moon and stars no longer shine The dream is gone I thought was mine There's nothin' left for me to do But cry-why-why-why over you (cry over you) Well, I never felt more like runnin' away But why should I go 'cause I couldn't stay Without you, you got me singin' the blues. Well, I never felt more like singin' the blues 'Cause I never thought that I'd ever lose Your love dear, why'd you do me this way? Well, I never felt more like cryin' all night 'Cause everythin's wrong, and nothin' ain't right Without you, you got me singin' the blues. Oh, the moon and stars no longer shine The dream is gone I thought was mine There's nothin' left for me to do But cry-why-why-why over you (cry over you) Well, I never felt more like runnin' away But why should I go 'cause I couldn't stay Without you, you got me singin' the blues |
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from Guy Mitchell - Best of Guy Mitchell (2009)
[Chorus:]
Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh Ha-ha! Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh Ain't seen a babe like this before He's so good-looking, gonna have some more Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh Ha- ha now I've been known to gamble, take a little drink Then there's the night I had a fight and landed in the clink But now my rooting tooting days are done Gotta be the man that he thinks I am 'cause I love my son Ha ha I knew a lot of women when I was on the go They'd stand in line to drink my wine and help me spend my dough But my wife Rosie ain't that kind Got her to thank for a buck in the bank 'n' this kid of mine I'm gonna do some bragging up and down the town I'm walking into joints anew and passing news around That me and Rosie got a son Though he's just been born, gonna buy him a horn, a baseball, and drum He he's as tiny as a peanut yet I do declare Some day he'll look at me and say, "Hey, how you doing down there?" He'll be good-hearted like his Ma But I bet he'll be a lady-killer just like his Pa |
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from Guy Mitchell - Best of Guy Mitchell (2009)
Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock
Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock Some people think it came from Tennessee Then spread on out to the lone prairie It's the hillbilly rock, feeddlee dee Turns me inside out Gimme some Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock Hey, grab yourself a partner, lose the blues Wear your store-bought clothes and your stompin' shoes Better head for the hills, gonna blow my fuse Hooo, I'm gonna shout Gimme some Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock Since rock-a-billy swang the do-si-do And the gee-tar man chased the old banjo Leave the hoe for the crow, holler "Go, oh man, go" Wiggle like a trout Gimme some Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, hoo!, rock, rock From the moment I feel this crazy beat Ya gotta lose control or you're two left feet Give me mountain juice, turn me loose Leave me wave my arms about Gimme some Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock Ya know what rock-a-billy's all about Ya know it's gonna make ya sing and shout Ya know you're gonna act like a crazy fool Who cares? It's cool Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock |
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from Guy Mitchell - Best of Guy Mitchell (2009)
(She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt)
(She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt) She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love in her heart for me I work in a London bank, respectable position From nine to three they serve you tea But ruin your disposition Each night of music calls, rather lost I seem And once a pearl of a native girl came smilin' right at me She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love in her heart for me Goodbye to the London bank, I started in a-sailin' The fourteenth day from Mandalay I spied her from the railin' She knew I was on my way, waited, and was true She said "You son of an Englishman, I've dreamed each night of you" She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love in her heart for me I went to her Ma and Pa and said I loved her only And they both said we could be wed, oh, what a ceremony An elephant brought her in, placed her by my side While six baboons got out bassoons and played "Here Comes the Bride" I'm back here in London town and, though it may sound silly She's here with me and you should see us walk down Picadilly The boys at the London bank kinda hold their breath She sits with me and sips her tea which tickles them to death She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love (and love) in her heart (in her heart) for me |
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from Guy Mitchell - Best of Guy Mitchell (2009)
Well, I never felt more like singin' the blues
'Cause I never thought that I'd ever lose Your love dear, why'd you do me this way? Well, I never felt more like cryin' all night 'cause everythin's wrong, and nothin' ain't right Without you, you got me singin' the blues. The moon and stars no longer shine The dream is gone I thought was mine There's nothin' left for me to do But cry-why-why-why over you (cry over you) Well, I never felt more like runnin' away But why should I go 'cause I couldn't stay Without you, you got me singin' the blues. Well, I never felt more like singin' the blues 'Cause I never thought that I'd ever lose Your love dear, why'd you do me this way? Well, I never felt more like cryin' all night 'Cause everythin's wrong, and nothin' ain't right Without you, you got me singin' the blues. Oh, the moon and stars no longer shine The dream is gone I thought was mine There's nothin' left for me to do But cry-why-why-why over you (cry over you) Well, I never felt more like runnin' away But why should I go 'cause I couldn't stay Without you, you got me singin' the blues |
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from Guy Mitchell - Guy Mitchell - Hits (2009)
[Chorus:]
Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh Ha-ha! Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh Ain't seen a babe like this before He's so good-looking, gonna have some more Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh Ha- ha now I've been known to gamble, take a little drink Then there's the night I had a fight and landed in the clink But now my rooting tooting days are done Gotta be the man that he thinks I am 'cause I love my son Ha ha I knew a lot of women when I was on the go They'd stand in line to drink my wine and help me spend my dough But my wife Rosie ain't that kind Got her to thank for a buck in the bank 'n' this kid of mine I'm gonna do some bragging up and down the town I'm walking into joints anew and passing news around That me and Rosie got a son Though he's just been born, gonna buy him a horn, a baseball, and drum He he's as tiny as a peanut yet I do declare Some day he'll look at me and say, "Hey, how you doing down there?" He'll be good-hearted like his Ma But I bet he'll be a lady-killer just like his Pa |
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from Guy Mitchell - Guy Mitchell - Hits (2009)
Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock
Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock Some people think it came from Tennessee Then spread on out to the lone prairie It's the hillbilly rock, feeddlee dee Turns me inside out Gimme some Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock Hey, grab yourself a partner, lose the blues Wear your store-bought clothes and your stompin' shoes Better head for the hills, gonna blow my fuse Hooo, I'm gonna shout Gimme some Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock Since rock-a-billy swang the do-si-do And the gee-tar man chased the old banjo Leave the hoe for the crow, holler "Go, oh man, go" Wiggle like a trout Gimme some Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, hoo!, rock, rock From the moment I feel this crazy beat Ya gotta lose control or you're two left feet Give me mountain juice, turn me loose Leave me wave my arms about Gimme some Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock Ya know what rock-a-billy's all about Ya know it's gonna make ya sing and shout Ya know you're gonna act like a crazy fool Who cares? It's cool Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock |
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from Guy Mitchell - Guy Mitchell - Hits (2009)
(She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt)
(She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt) She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love in her heart for me I work in a London bank, respectable position From nine to three they serve you tea But ruin your disposition Each night of music calls, rather lost I seem And once a pearl of a native girl came smilin' right at me She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love in her heart for me Goodbye to the London bank, I started in a-sailin' The fourteenth day from Mandalay I spied her from the railin' She knew I was on my way, waited, and was true She said "You son of an Englishman, I've dreamed each night of you" She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love in her heart for me I went to her Ma and Pa and said I loved her only And they both said we could be wed, oh, what a ceremony An elephant brought her in, placed her by my side While six baboons got out bassoons and played "Here Comes the Bride" I'm back here in London town and, though it may sound silly She's here with me and you should see us walk down Picadilly The boys at the London bank kinda hold their breath She sits with me and sips her tea which tickles them to death She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love (and love) in her heart (in her heart) for me |
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from Guy Mitchell - Guy Mitchell - Hits (2009)
Well, I never felt more like singin' the blues
'Cause I never thought that I'd ever lose Your love dear, why'd you do me this way? Well, I never felt more like cryin' all night 'cause everythin's wrong, and nothin' ain't right Without you, you got me singin' the blues. The moon and stars no longer shine The dream is gone I thought was mine There's nothin' left for me to do But cry-why-why-why over you (cry over you) Well, I never felt more like runnin' away But why should I go 'cause I couldn't stay Without you, you got me singin' the blues. Well, I never felt more like singin' the blues 'Cause I never thought that I'd ever lose Your love dear, why'd you do me this way? Well, I never felt more like cryin' all night 'Cause everythin's wrong, and nothin' ain't right Without you, you got me singin' the blues. Oh, the moon and stars no longer shine The dream is gone I thought was mine There's nothin' left for me to do But cry-why-why-why over you (cry over you) Well, I never felt more like runnin' away But why should I go 'cause I couldn't stay Without you, you got me singin' the blues |
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from Guy Mitchell - Guy Mitchell - L'essentiel (2009)
[Chorus:]
Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh Ha-ha! Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh Ain't seen a babe like this before He's so good-looking, gonna have some more Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh Ha- ha now I've been known to gamble, take a little drink Then there's the night I had a fight and landed in the clink But now my rooting tooting days are done Gotta be the man that he thinks I am 'cause I love my son Ha ha I knew a lot of women when I was on the go They'd stand in line to drink my wine and help me spend my dough But my wife Rosie ain't that kind Got her to thank for a buck in the bank 'n' this kid of mine I'm gonna do some bragging up and down the town I'm walking into joints anew and passing news around That me and Rosie got a son Though he's just been born, gonna buy him a horn, a baseball, and drum He he's as tiny as a peanut yet I do declare Some day he'll look at me and say, "Hey, how you doing down there?" He'll be good-hearted like his Ma But I bet he'll be a lady-killer just like his Pa |
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from Guy Mitchell - Guy Mitchell - L'essentiel (2009)
Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock
Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock Some people think it came from Tennessee Then spread on out to the lone prairie It's the hillbilly rock, feeddlee dee Turns me inside out Gimme some Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock Hey, grab yourself a partner, lose the blues Wear your store-bought clothes and your stompin' shoes Better head for the hills, gonna blow my fuse Hooo, I'm gonna shout Gimme some Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock Since rock-a-billy swang the do-si-do And the gee-tar man chased the old banjo Leave the hoe for the crow, holler "Go, oh man, go" Wiggle like a trout Gimme some Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, hoo!, rock, rock From the moment I feel this crazy beat Ya gotta lose control or you're two left feet Give me mountain juice, turn me loose Leave me wave my arms about Gimme some Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock Ya know what rock-a-billy's all about Ya know it's gonna make ya sing and shout Ya know you're gonna act like a crazy fool Who cares? It's cool Rock-a-billy, rock-a-billy, rock, rock |
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from Guy Mitchell - Guy Mitchell - L'essentiel (2009)
(She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt)
(She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt) She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love in her heart for me I work in a London bank, respectable position From nine to three they serve you tea But ruin your disposition Each night of music calls, rather lost I seem And once a pearl of a native girl came smilin' right at me She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love in her heart for me Goodbye to the London bank, I started in a-sailin' The fourteenth day from Mandalay I spied her from the railin' She knew I was on my way, waited, and was true She said "You son of an Englishman, I've dreamed each night of you" She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love in her heart for me I went to her Ma and Pa and said I loved her only And they both said we could be wed, oh, what a ceremony An elephant brought her in, placed her by my side While six baboons got out bassoons and played "Here Comes the Bride" I'm back here in London town and, though it may sound silly She's here with me and you should see us walk down Picadilly The boys at the London bank kinda hold their breath She sits with me and sips her tea which tickles them to death She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love (and love) in her heart (in her heart) for me |
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from Guy Mitchell - Guy Mitchell - L'essentiel (2009)
Well, I never felt more like singin' the blues
'Cause I never thought that I'd ever lose Your love dear, why'd you do me this way? Well, I never felt more like cryin' all night 'cause everythin's wrong, and nothin' ain't right Without you, you got me singin' the blues. The moon and stars no longer shine The dream is gone I thought was mine There's nothin' left for me to do But cry-why-why-why over you (cry over you) Well, I never felt more like runnin' away But why should I go 'cause I couldn't stay Without you, you got me singin' the blues. Well, I never felt more like singin' the blues 'Cause I never thought that I'd ever lose Your love dear, why'd you do me this way? Well, I never felt more like cryin' all night 'Cause everythin's wrong, and nothin' ain't right Without you, you got me singin' the blues. Oh, the moon and stars no longer shine The dream is gone I thought was mine There's nothin' left for me to do But cry-why-why-why over you (cry over you) Well, I never felt more like runnin' away But why should I go 'cause I couldn't stay Without you, you got me singin' the blues |
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from Guy Mitchell - Mes plus grands succes (2009)
[Chorus:]
Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh Ha-ha! Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh Ain't seen a babe like this before He's so good-looking, gonna have some more Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let's hear him laugh Ha- ha now I've been known to gamble, take a little drink Then there's the night I had a fight and landed in the clink But now my rooting tooting days are done Gotta be the man that he thinks I am 'cause I love my son Ha ha I knew a lot of women when I was on the go They'd stand in line to drink my wine and help me spend my dough But my wife Rosie ain't that kind Got her to thank for a buck in the bank 'n' this kid of mine I'm gonna do some bragging up and down the town I'm walking into joints anew and passing news around That me and Rosie got a son Though he's just been born, gonna buy him a horn, a baseball, and drum He he's as tiny as a peanut yet I do declare Some day he'll look at me and say, "Hey, how you doing down there?" He'll be good-hearted like his Ma But I bet he'll be a lady-killer just like his Pa |
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