Wilson Weekend Songbook

Ain’t Misbehavin’...... 20 The Galaxy Song...... 29 All I Have To Do Is Dream...... 19 Three Jolly Coachman...... 14 Back Home Again...... 31 When You’re Next to Me...... 30 Big Bang Theory...... 24 Wonderful Tonight...... 22 Blues For Dixie...... 23 Wreck of the Old Number Nine...... 27 Bobby McGee...... 12 You Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere...... 29 Brother Love...... 3 You’re So Sweet...... 21 Brown Eyed Girl...... 23 Catch The Wind...... 12 Dear Abbey...... 11 Don’t Get Around Much Anymore...... 21 Four Wet Pigs...... 7 Frozen Logger...... 19 Goin’ Fishin’...... 13 Golden Vanity...... 8 Grapefruit In Your Life...... 5 Green Back Dollar...... 11 Heart of Saturday Night...... 22 Helplessly Hoping...... 4 Home Grown Tomatoes...... 17 House Of The Rising Sun...... 15 If I Fell...... 20 If I Needed You...... 10 If You’re Into It...... 32 Illegal Smile...... 10 In My Life...... 14 Jet Plane...... 15 Leaves That Are Green...... 16 Life...... 26 Lindy Lou...... 21 Lumberjack Song...... 28 Margaritaville...... 26 Morning Blues...... 4 Oatmeal...... 18 Pack Up Your Sorrows...... 9 Penny In My Rectum...... 13 Please Don’t Bury Me...... 9 Potato Song...... 31 Punky’s Dilemma...... 20 Put Another Log On The Fire...... 7 Save Our Planet...... 17 Savings & Loan...... 25 Scotsman’s Kilt...... 6 Smoke Gets In Your Eyes...... 21 Summertime...... 3 Teach Your Children...... 18 Tennessee Stud...... 16 That’s What You Get For Loving Me...... 5 1 On the following pages, below each song’s title

C = composer P = performer

Updated 5/15/10

2 Brother Love C/P: Neil Diamond

Mmmmm, August night Take my hand in yours, And the leaves hangin’ down Walk with me this day And the grass on the ground In my heart I know Smellin’ sweet I will never stray Halle-halle, Halle-Halle, Move up the road HALLE-HALLE, HALLE-HALLE To the outside of town And the sound of that good (chorus 2x) Gospel beat.

Sits a ragged tent Where there ain’t no trees And that gospel groove Summertime Tellin’ you and me it’s C: George Gershwin (m); DuBose Heyward (l) From “Porgy and Bess” Chorus: Love Brother Love say Brother Love’s Summertime and the livin’ is easy. Traveling salvation show. The fish are jumpin’ and the cotton is high. Pack up the babies and grab the old ladies Your daddy’s rich ‘cause everyone goes and you mama’s good lookin’. ‘cause everyone knows So hush little baby, don’t you cry. Brother Love shows One of these mornings You’re gonna rise up singin’. The room gets suddenly still You’ll spread your wings And when you’d almost bet And take to the sky. You could hear yourself sweat But ‘til that mornin’ He walks in. There ain’t nothin’ can harm you Not with mama and daddy standin’ by Eyes black as coal And when he lifts his face Summertime and the livin’ is easy. Every ear in the place The fish are jumpin’ and the cotton is high. Is on him. Your daddy’s rich and you mama’s good lookin’. Starting soft and slow So hush little baby, don’t you cry. Like a small earthquake And when he lets go Half the valley shakes, it’s

(chorus)

(hallelujah chorus w/sermon)

3 Morning Blues C: ? Helplessly Hoping P: The Correctones (Ithaca NY jug band, 1970s) C: Stephen Stills P: Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young I’ve been in business, been in love Used to fly high, like a turtledove. Helplessly hoping her harlequin hovers nearby I had the blues, many a time. Awaiting a word. It’s just another woman Gasping at glimpses of gentle true spirit, he runs On a poor boy’s mind, Wishing he could fly, Only to trip at the sound of good-bye. Chorus: I got the morning blues Wordlessly watching he waits by the window and Feelin’ so bad wonders at the empty place inside. Oh mama come and kiss me Heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams, he ‘bout the worst I ever had. worries, did he hear a good-bye Or even a hello. I woke up this morning Had a pain in my head, Chorus: So I crawled right back into bed. They are one person The morning blues made me feel so bad They are two alone ‘bout the worst old feelin’ that I ever had, They are three together They are for each other (chorus)

The sun was still shining, I couldn’t get up. Stand by the stairway you’ll see something certain I guess I’ll never get outta this rut. to tell you confusion has its cost. Sometimes I chew tobacco, Love isn’t lying it’s loose in a lady who lingers Sometimes I cool my heels, saying she is lost Sometimes I get so lonesome and choking on hello. Yes, you know just how I feel, (chorus) (chorus)

A nickel’s worth of grease, a dime’s worth of lard I would buy a hog, but the times is hard. There ain’t no use in my workin’ too hard ‘cause I can live off the chickens in my neighbor’s yard,

(chorus)

I’ve been in business, been in love Used to fly high, like a turtledove. I had the blues, many a time. It’s just another woman On a poor boy’s mind,

(chorus)

4 Grapefruit In Your Life C/P: Neal Gladstone And your taste buds burst with song (ahh, ahhhh, ahh) The world can be a bitter place in a fructose exaltation. When trouble’s on your stair. Let us bid a fond salute But keep one thing in mind my friend to the noble citrus fruit. And you need not despair. Thank your grocer, thank the south (thank the south) When there’s a grapefruit in you life, There’s a grapefruit in your mouth Every morning is a treasure. (ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahhhhh) When you stumble from your bed, Your eyes are slits of red, And your tongue tastes like a tire.

When you open up the door That’s What You Get For Of your frost-free Kelvinator, Loving Me There’s a gleaming yellow sphere C: Gordon Lightfoot Right behind the beer P: Elvis Presley; Peter, Paul and Mary Cast aside your cares and strife. There’s a grapefruit in your life. That’s what you get for loving me. That’s what you get for loving me. When there’s a grapefruit on your plate, Everything you have is gone as you can see. You tremble with anticipation, That’s what you get for loving me. When a perfect golden jewel, Succulent and cool, I ain’t the kind to hang around Wakens to your fond caress. With any new love that I’ve found. Movin’ is my stock and trade, I’m movin’ on. When you pierce the blushing skin I won’t think of you when I’m gone. Juices flow in all directions. Slice a tender ruby wedge Now don’t you shed a tear for me, With your cool serrated edge I’m not the love you thought I’d be. Bow your head and celebrate, I’ve had a hundred more like you, There’s a grapefruit on you plate. So don’t be blue. I’ll have a thousand ‘fore I’m through. I have known life’s greatest pleasures; Rembrandt, Keats, and Mahler. Now there you go, you’re cryin’ again. But, how can Keats compete with these Now there you go, you’re cryin’ again. At three pounds for a dollar? But then someday when your poor heart Is on the mend, When there’s a grapefruit in your mouth, I just might pass this way again. You can scarce believe you’re mortal, And every tender bite you chew And that’s what you get for loving me. Spreads a sweet and fruity goo That’s what you get for loving me. Over every tooth and gum (tooth and gum) Everything you have is gone as you can see. That’s what you get for loving me. That’s what you get for loving me. That’s what you get for loving me.

5 Scotsman’s Kilt C: Mike Cross They marveled for a moment then one said P: Brian Bowers “We must be gone. Let’s leave a present for our friend Well, a Scotsman clad in kilt before we move along.” left the bar one evening fair. As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon One could tell by the way he walked tied into a bow that he’d drunk more than his share. around the bonny star He fumbled ‘round until he could the Scot’s kilt did lift and show. no longer keep his feet, then he stumbled up onto the grass (chorus) to sleep beside the street. Well, the Scotsman woke to nature’s call Chorus: and stumbled toward the trees. Ring ding diddle-iddle eye dee oh Behind a bush he lifts his kilt Ring dye diddley eye oh and gawks at what he sees. He stumbled up onto the grass And in a startled voice he says to to sleep beside the street. what’s before his eyes, “Ah, lad I don’t know where ya been, but I see ya won first prize!” About this time two young and lovely girls just happened by. (chorus) One says to the other with a twinkle in her eye. “See yon sleeping Scotsman, so strong and handsome built, I wonder if it’s true what they don’t wear beneath their kilts.”

(chorus) Ring ding… Ring dye… I wonder…

They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be, lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see. And there behold for them to view beneath his Scottish skirt was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth.

(chorus) Ring… Ring… Was…

6 Put Another Log On The Fire Four Wet Pigs C: Greg Brown? C: Shel Silverstein P: Brian Bowers P: The Outlaws; Mac Davis Here’s a little song about four wet pigs, Put another log on the fire. Two of ‘em little and two of ‘em big, Cook me up some bacon and some beans. Two of ‘em little and two of ‘em big, Go out to the car and change the tire. They danced all night at the Pig Town Jig. Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans. Two of ‘em little and two of ‘em big, Fill my pipe and then go fetch my slippers. They danced all night at the Pig Town Jig. Boil me up another pot of tea. Put another log on the fire, babe, The two that were little were just half grown. then come and tell me why you’re leavin’ me. The two that were big were big as a barn. Big as a barn, tall as a tree, Don’t I let you wash the car on Sundays? Ship ‘em on down to the factory. Don’t I tell you when you’re getting fat? Big as a barn, tall as a tree, Ain’t I gonna take you fishing with me someday Ship ‘em on down to the factory. Well, a man can’t love a woman more than that. Ain’t I always nice to your kid sister? Cut ‘em into pork chops, slice ‘em into ham, Don’t I take her drivin’ every night? Grind ‘em into sausage, squeeze ‘em into Spam, So sit down at my feet, Put their piggy eyes out in the rain, ‘cause I like it when you’re sweet, Pickle their feet and scramble their brains. and you know that it ain’t feminine to fight. Put their piggy eyes out in the rain, Pickle their feet and scramble their brains. So… Put another log on the fire. Cook me up some bacon and some beans. Here’s a little song about two wet pigs, Go out to the car leanin’ on the slop trough smokin’ their cigs, and jack it up and change the tire. hopin’ to God that they never get big. Wash my socks and They danced all night at the Pig Town Jig. sew my old blue jeans (little darlin’) Hopin’ to God that they never get big. You can fill my pipe and They danced all night at the Pig Town Jig. then go fetch my slippers. Boil me up another pot of tea. Put another log on the fire, babe, then come and tell me why you’re leavin’ me.

7 Golden Vanity So the boy swam ‘round Traditional—earliest version 1635, about Sir Walter Raleigh ‘til he came to the port side P: Peter, Paul and Mary; The Denison Family He looked up at his messmates and bitterly he cried, There was a ship sailed from the North Country. “O messmates take me up The name of the ship was the Golden Vanity. for I’m drifting with the tide, And they feared she might be taken and sinking in the Lowland by the Turkish enemy Lowland, Lowland, that sailed upon the Lowland And sinking in the Lowland Sea.” Lowland, Lowland, That sailed upon the Lowland Sea. So his messmates took him up But on the deck he died Then up there sprang a little cabin boy. They sewed him in his hammock He said to the captain, which was so deep and wide, “What would you give to me and they lowered him overboard if I swim alongside of the Turkish enemy But he’s drifted with the tide and sink her in the Lowland and sank beneath the Lowland Lowland, Lowland, Lowland, Lowland, And sink her in the Lowland Sea?” And sank beneath the Lowland Sea.

“Oh, I will you give you silver and I will give you gold. My only daughter your bride for to be. If you swim alongside of the Turkish enemy and sink her in the Lowland Lowland, Lowland, And sink her in the Lowland Sea.”

So the boy made him ready, and o’er the side sprang he. He swam alongside of the Turkish enemy, and with his auger sharp, in her side he bore holes three, and sank her in the Lowland Lowland, Lowland, And sank her in the Lowland Sea.

Then the boy turned ‘round, and back again swam he. He called up to the captain of the Golden Vanity But the captain would not heed, for his promise he would need. He left him in the Lowland Lowland, Lowland, He left him in the Lowland Sea.

8 Please Don’t Bury Me C/P: John Prine Pack Up Your Sorrows C: Richard Farina I woke up this morning, put on my slippers, P: Judy Collins; Joan Baez and Mimi Farina (Joan Baez’ sister) Walked in the kitchen, and died. No use crying, talking to a stranger, And oh, what a feeling naming the sorrows you’ve seen. as my soul went through the ceiling, Too many bad times, just too many sad times, And on up into heaven I did ride and nobody knows what you mean. And when I got there they did say Chorus: “John, it happened this-a-way: If somehow you could pack up your sorrows, you slipped upon the floor and hit your head. and give them all to me, And all the angels say you would lose them just before you passed away, and I know how to use them. these were the very last words that you said.” Give them all to me. Chorus: No use rambling, walking by that roadside, Please don’t bury me seeking a satisfied mind. down in that cold cold ground. Too many highways, just too many byways I’d rather have ‘em cut me up and nobody’s walking behind. and pass me all around. Blow my brain in a hurricane (chorus) and the blind can have my eyes. The deaf can take both of my ears No use rambling, walking in that shadow, If they don’t mind the size. trailing a wandering star. No one beside you, there’s no one to guide you Give my stomach to Milwaukee and nobody knows where you are. if they run out of beer Put my socks in a cedar box, (chorus) just get ‘em outta here.

Venus de Milo can have my arms. Look out, I got your nose. Sell my heart to the junk man, and give my love to Rose

(chorus)

Give my feet to the footloose, careless fancy free. Send my knees to the needy Don’t pull that stuff on me

Hand me down my walking cane, It’s a sin to tell a lie. Send my mouth way down south And kiss my ass goodbye.

(chorus)

9 Illegal Smile C/P: John Prine If I Needed You C: Townes Van Zandt I woke up this morning, P: Emmy Lou Harris things were looking bad Seems like total silence Chorus: was the only friend I had If I needed you, would you come to me Would you come to me for to ease my pain? A bowl of oatmeal tried to stare me down, If you needed me, I would come to you, And won. I would swim the sea for to ease your pain. It was twelve o’clock before I realized I was having no fun. Ah, but fortunately I have the key Now the night’s forlorn, to escape reality and the morning’s warm, and the morning’s born with the lights of love. Chorus: And you’ll miss sunrise And you may see me tonight if you close your eyes, with an illegal smile. and that would break my heart in two. It don’t cost very much but it lasts a long while Won’t you please tell The Man (chorus) I didn’t kill anyone. No, I’m just trying to have me some fun. Baby’s with me now since I showed her how to lay her lily hand in mine. I went to check my bankroll. It was getting thin. Who could ill agree Seems like the bottom she’s a sight to see. is the only place I’ve been. A treasure for the poor to find.

Chased a rainbow down a one-way street, (chorus) Dead end And all my friends turned out to be insurance salesmen. Ah, but fortunately I have the key to escape reality

(chorus)

Crawled into my closet with all my overalls trying to get away from all the ears within my walls.

Dreamed the police heard everything I thought What then? I went to court but the judge’s name was Hoffman. Ah, but fortunately I have the key to escape reality

(chorus)

10 Dear Abby C/P: John Prine Green Back Dollar C/P: Hoyt Axton Dear Abby, Dear Abby, P: The Kingston Trio my fountain pen leaks. My wife hollers at me and my kids are all freaks Some people say I’m a no-account, Every side I get up on is the wrong side of bed. others say I’m no good. If it weren’t so expensive I’d wish I were dead. I’m just a natural born traveling man Signed, Unhappy Doing what I think I should Doing what I think I should. Chorus: Unhappy, Unhappy, you have no complaint. Chorus: You are what you are And I don’t give a damn and you ain’t what you ain’t. about a green back dollar, So listen up buster and listen up good. Spend it fast as I can. Stop wishing for bad luck For a wailing song and a good guitar and knocking on wood. are the only things that I understand, The only things that I understand. Dear Abby, Dear Abby, my feet are too long. My hair’s falling out and my rights are all wrong. When I was a little baby All my friends tell me I’ve no friends at all. my mama said, “Hey son. Won’t you write me a letter, Travel where you will and grow to be a man, won’t you give me a call. Sing what must be sung, Signed, Bewildered Sing what must be sung.”

(chorus, w/bewildered) (chorus)

Dear Abby, Dear Abby, Now that I am a grown man you won’t believe this, I travel here and there. But my stomach makes noises whenever I kiss. I’ve learned that a bottle of brandy and a song My girlfriend she tells me are the only ones who ever care, that it’s all in my head, The only ones who ever care. But my stomach it tells me to write you instead. Signed, Noise Maker (chorus 2x)

(chorus, w/noise maker)

Dear Abby, Dear Abby, now I never thought That me and my girlfriend would ever get caught. We were sitting in the backseat just shooting the breeze, With her hair up in curlers and here pants to her knees. Signed, Just Married

(chorus w/just married) Signed, Dear Abby

11 Bobby McGee C/P: Kris Kristofferson Catch The Wind P: Roger Miller; Grateful Dead; Janis Joplin C: Donovan P: Donovan; Joan Baez Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headed for the train. I was feeling nearly faded as my jeans. In the chilly hours and minutes Bobby thumbed a diesel down of uncertainty, just before it rained. I long to be Rode us all the way to New Orleans. in the warm hold of your loving mind. I pulled my harpoon To feel you all around me, out of my dirty red bandana. and to take your hand I was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues. along the sand. With the windshield wipers slapping time Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind. I was holding Bobby’s hand in mine. We sang up every song that driver knew. When sundown fills the sky, I want to hide awhile Chorus: behind your smile, Freedom’s just another word and everywhere I look, your eyes I find. for nothing left to lose. Standing in your heart Nothing ain’t worth nothing, but it’s free. is where I want to be, Feeling good was easy, Lord, I long to be. when Bobby sang the blues. Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind. Feeling good was good enough for me. Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. When rain has hung the leaves with tears, I want you near to kill my fears, From the coal mines of Kentucky and help me to leave all my blues behind. to the California sun, For me to love you now, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul. would be the sweetest thing, Standing right beside me, Lord, ‘twould make me sing. through everything we done, Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind. and every night she kept me from the cold. Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind. Somewhere near Salinas, I let her slip away, searching for the home I hoped she’d find. Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind. I’d give up all my tomorrows for a single yesterday, holding Bobby’s body close to mine.

(chorus)

12 Goin’ Fishin’ Traditional Penny In My Rectum P: Taj Mahal C/P: Bob (Robert Hampton) Wilson

Betcha goin’ fishin every day Chorus: and your baby’s goin’ fishin’ too. I got a penny in my rectum Bet your life your sweet wife’s and my mother’s fifty-two. gonna catch more fish than you. There’s a kumquat in my bathtub that reminds me so of you. Now here’s a little tip that I would like to relate Your yellow eyes they don’t run, Any fish bites if you got good bait your dentures never click. Now here’s one tip that I would like to relate, Your breath smells like bananas, I’m a-goin’ fishin’, and I’m taking baby fishin’ and I guess you’re pretty near slick. and you can go fishin’ too.

Little baby brother’s ‘bout to drive me right outta When I was just a young lad, I had a horny toad. my mind I loved him like a brother, Can I go fishin’ with you? ‘til he got squashed on the road. So I took him on down Now I have you, baby, and like my little frog, to my favorite fishin’ hole, I love you like a brother, Now what do you suppose and I treat you like my dog. that little brother could do? He caught a seven-pound catfish at the bottom, yes (chorus) he caught him. Took him home to Mama now When I am sad and lonely, and he was real gone. and sitting on the head, I’m a goin’ fishin’ every day the toilet hole’s reminders I’m a goin’ fishin’ and I’m takin’ _____ fishin’ of the things that you have said. And ______goin’ fishin’ too It ain’t just a horny feeling, no, it’s something more than that. Well, I went on down to my favorite fishin’ hole It’s big and it’s important, like skinny being fat. Got myself a pole and line. I caught a nine-pound catfish at the bottom, (chorus) yes I caught him, And I took him home to Mama ‘bout suppertime Well, can’t you see my tummy rolls pump greasy sweat for you. Now there’s a little tip that I would like to relate I’ve got your chartreuse hanky Any fish bites if you got good bait in the bottom of my shoe. So there’s one tip that I would like to relate. When your doughy lips touch mine I’m a goin’ fishin’ and I’m takin’ _____ fishin’ it makes my armpits hot! And ______goin’ fishin’ too Oh, can’t you see sweet baby, it’s time we tied the knot.

(chorus)

13 Three Jolly Coachman Traditional P: The Kingston Trio Here’s to the maid who steals a kiss and stays to steal another, Three jolly coachmen sat in an English tavern. Here’s to the maid who steals a kiss Three jolly coachmen sat in an English tavern. and stays to steal another, And they decided She’s a boon to all mankind And they decided She’s a boon to all mankind And they decided She’s a boon to all mankind To have another flagon. For she’ll soon be a mother.

Landlord filled the flowing bowl until it doth run over. Landlord filled the flowing bowl until it doth run over. In My Life For tonight we’ll merrye be C/P: The Beatles For tonight we’ll merrye be For tonight we’ll merrye be There are places I remember Tomorrow we’ll be sober. all my life, though some have changed. Some forever, not for better, Here’s to the man who drinks light beer some have gone, and some remain. and goes to be quite sober. Here’s to the man who drinks light beer All these places have their moments and goes to be quite sober. with lovers and friends, I still can recall. He falls as the leaves do fall Some are dead and some are living; falls as the leaves do fall In my life, I’ve loved them all. falls as the leaves do fall He’ll die before October. But of all these friends and lovers, Here’s to the man who drinks dark ale there is no one compares with you, and goes to bed quite mellow. and these memories lose their meaning Here’s to the man who drinks dark ale when I think of love as something new. and goes to bed quite mellow. He lives as he ought to live Though I know I’ll never lose affection lives as he ought to live for people and things that went before, lives as he ought to live I know I’ll often stop and think about them. for he’s a jolly good fellow. In my life, I love you more.

Here’s to the maid who steals a kiss In my life, I love you more. and runs to tell her mother, Here’s to the maid who steals a kiss and runs to tell her mother, She’s a foolish, foolish thing She’s a foolish, foolish thing She’s a foolish, foolish thing For she’ll not get another.

14 Jet Plane C/P: John Denver House Of The Rising Sun P: Peter, Paul and Mary Traditional—original was from a woman’s viewpoint P: Eric Burton and The Animals My bags are packed, I’m ready to go. I’m standing here outside your door. There is a house in New Orleans I hate to wake you up to say good-bye. they call the Rising Sun. But the dawn is breaking, it’s early morn. And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy The taxi’s waiting, he’s blowing his horn. and God, I know I’m one. Already I’m so lonesome I could cry. My mother was a tailor. Chorus: She sewed my new blue jeans. So kiss me and smile for me. My father was a gambling man Tell me that you’ll wait for me. down in New Orleans. Hold me like you’ll never let me go. I’m leaving on a jet plane. Now the only thing a gambler needs I don’t know when I’ll be back again. is a suitcase and a trunk. Oh, babe, I hate to go. And the only time he is satisfied is when he’s on a drunk.

So many times I’ve played around, Now mothers tell your children So many times I’ve let you down, not to do what I have done. I tell you now, they don’t mean a thing. Don’t spend your lives in sin and misery Every stop I make, I’ll think of you. in the house of the Rising Sun. Every song I sing, I’ll sing for you. When I come back I’ll wear your wedding ring. One foot on the platform, the other foot on the train. (chorus) I’m going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain. Now the time has come to leave you. One more time let me kiss you, There is a house in New Orleans Then close your eyes, I’ll be on my way. they call the Rising Sun Dream about the days to come And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy When I won’t have to leave alone, and God, I know I’m one. About the time I won’t have to say.

(chorus)

15 Tennessee Stud C: Jimmie Driftwood P: Johnny Cash; Doc Watson Stirrup to stirrup and side by side we crossed the mountains and the valleys wide. Along about 1825, We came to Big Muddy and we forded the flood I left Tennessee very much alive. on the Tennessee Mare and the Tennessee Stud. And I never would’ve got through the Arkansas mud There’s a little baby on the cabin floor, If I hadn’t been riding the Tennessee Stud. a little horse colt playing ‘round the door. I love that girl with the golden hair, and the I had me some trouble with my sweetheart’s pa; Tennessee Stud loves the Tennessee Mare. One of her brothers was a bad outlaw. I sent her a letter by my Uncle Fudd (chorus) and I rode away on the Tennessee Stud.

Chorus: The Tennessee Stud was long and lean, the color of the sun and his eyes were green. Leaves That Are Green He had the nerve and he had the blood C: Paul Simon and there never was a horse P: Simon and Garfunkle like the Tennessee Stud. I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song. I’m twenty-two now but I won’t be for long. We drifted on down into no man’s land. Time hurries on, We crossed that river called the Rio Grande. and the leaves that are green turn to brown I raced my horse with a Spaniard’s foal and they wither with the wind ‘til I won me a skin full of silver and gold. and they crumble in your hand.

Me and the gambler, we couldn’t agree. Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl. We got in a fight over Tennessee. I held her close but she faded in the night, We jerked our guns and he fell with a thud, like a poem I meant to write, and I rode away on the Tennessee Stud. and the leaves that are green turn to brown and they wither with the wind (chorus) and they crumble in your hand.

I got just as lonesome as a man can be, I threw a pebble in a brook dreaming of my girl in Tennessee. and watched the ripples run away, The Tennessee Stud’s green eyes turned blue and they never made a sound ‘cause he was dreaming of a sweetheart too. and the leaves that are green turn to brown and they wither with the wind We rode right back across Arkansas. and they crumble in your hand. I whupped her brother and I whupped her pa. When I found that girl with the golden hair, Hello, hello, hello, hello. she was riding the Tennessee Mare. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, And that’s all that there is (chorus) and the leaves that are green turn to brown.

16 Save Our Planet C/P: Neal Gladstone Home Grown Tomatoes C/P: Guy Clark This is the water – celebrate the water. May you always drink your fill. Ain’t nothing in the world that I like better than We can save a treasure bacon, lettuce, and home grown tomatoes. If we stand together Up in the morning, out in the garden, And celebrate the water. get you a ripe one, don’t get a hard’n.

This is the air – celebrate the air. Plant ‘em in the spring, eat ‘em all summer. May you always drink your fill. All winter without ‘em is a culinary bummer. We can save a treasure I forget all about sweating and diggin’ If we stand together when I’m out in the garden And celebrate the air. and I get me a bigg’un.

Chorus: Chorus: Don’t think we don’t need you; Home grown tomatoes, home grown tomatoes. We need you What would life be Don’t think we can’t hear you; without home grown tomatoes? We hear you. Only two things that money can’t buy Those who care, lift your voices and that’s true love and home grown tomatoes. And join us as we sing, Save our planet Keep our planet green. Now you can go out to eat, and that’s for sure, but there’s nothing that a home grown tomato won’t cure. This is the music – celebrate the music. Put ‘em in a salad, put ‘em in a stew, May you always sing your fill. you can make your very own tomato juice. We can save a treasure If we stand together You can eat ‘em with eggs, And celebrate the music. you can eat ‘em with gravy. Eat with beans, pinto or navy. (chorus) Put ‘em on the side, put ‘em in the middle Put a home grown tomato on a hotcake griddle. These are the people – celebrate the people. May you always love your fill. (chorus) We can save a treasure If we stand together If I could change this life I lead, And celebrate…celebrate.. I’d be Johnny Tomatoseed, ‘cause I know what this country needs. (chorus 2x) It’s homegrown tomatoes in every yard you see.

When I die don’t bury me in a box in a cemetery. Out in the garden would be much better so I can keep pushing up home grown tomatoes

(chorus 2x)

17 Oatmeal C/P: Neal Gladstone Teach Your Children C: Graham Nash It’s dawn, you wake. You feel the ache, P: Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young a need you can’t conceal. You leave your bed. Thoughts fill your head You who are on the road must have a code with oatmeal. that you can live by, and so become yourself because the past It’s warm. It’s gray. It starts your day. is just a goodbye. (It’s warm. It’s gray. It starts your day.) It’s dense. It’s cheap. It’s real. Teach you children well. Their father’s hell (It’s dense. It’s cheap. It’s real. So real.) did slowly go by, No salt. No fat, and less than that and feed them on your dreams, (No salt. No fat, and less. than that) the one they pick’s the one you’ll know by. It’s oatmeal. Don’t you ever ask them why. (it’s oat. it’s oat. so real, so real) If they told you, you would cry. So just look at them and sigh, Turgid slurry, pale and thick, and know they love you. lays in your stomach like a brick. That’s what life is all about; And you, of tender years, can’t know the fears Fills you up and cleans you out. (and new years will you care, then you’ll see) that your elders grew by, Each glob you scrape across your plate (who must be free to) Exquisitely congeals. and so please help them with your youth. (exquisitely. deliciously. (teach you children. you’ll believe ‘em) in a wonder of. viscosity) They seek the truth before they can die. Enfolds your spoon in a glue cocoon (make a world that we can live in) (in a glue co, glue cocoon) It’s oatmeal. Teach your parents well. Their children’s hell (it’s oat. it’s oat. so real, so real) will slowly go by, and feed them on your dreams, Build a castle on a hill, the one they pick’s the one you’ll know by. fill the moat with cream. Don’t you ever ask them why. Raisin soldiers line the bridge. If they told you, you would cry. Here comes the Queen! So just look at them and sigh, and know they love you. O sacred grain, I can’t explain the strength of your appeal. (and mystery. sweet mystery. of your appeal to Neal) Until I die, I will rely (he will re, will rely) on oa……. (on oats. cooked slow. you know. he goes for) on oatmeal. Mmmm. (on oat. oat so. so real, so real, mmmm)

18 Frozen Logger C: James Stevens And so I lost my lover P: Cisco Houston, The Weavers; Priscilla Herdman and to this café I’ve come and here I wait ‘til someone As I sat down one evening in a small café stirs his coffee with his thumb. a forty year old waitress to me these words did say: “I see you are a logger, and not just a common bum. For nobody but a logger All I Have To Do Is Dream stirs his coffee with his thumb. C: Boudleaux Bryant P: Everly Brothers

My lover was a logger; Dream. Dream dream dream. there’s none like him today. Dream. Dream dream dream If you poured whiskey on it, When I want you in my arms he’d eat a bale of hay. When I want you and all your charms He never shaved the whiskers Whenever I want you all I have to do from off of his horny hide; is dream. Dream dream dream he drove them in with a hammer and bit them off inside. When I feel blue in the night and I need you to hold me tight My lover came to see me on one freezing day. Whenever I want you all I have to do He held me in a fond embrace is dream. which broke three vertebrae. He kissed me when we parted I can make you mine, so hard that it broke my jaw taste your lips of wine, and I could not speak to tell him anytime, night or day. he forgot his Mackinaw. Only trouble is, gee whiz, I’m dreaming my life away I saw my lover leaving, sauntering through the snow, I need you so that I could die going bravely homeward at forty-eight below. I love you so, and that is why Oh the weather it tried to freeze him, whenever I want you all I have to do it tried it’s level best. is dream. Dream dream dream At a hundred degrees below zero, Dream. Dream dream dream he buttoned up his vest.

Well, it froze clear through to China, and it froze to the stars above. At a thousand degrees below zero, it froze my logger love. They tried in vain to thaw him, and if you believe me sir, they carved him into axe blades to cut the Douglas Fir.

19 Ain’t Misbehavin’ C: Fats Waller and Harry Brooks (m); Andy Razaf (l) If I Fell P: Fats Waller; Louis Armstrong; Ella Fitzgerald C/P: The Beatles

No one to walk with, all by myself. If I fell in love with you, No one to talk with, but I’m happy on the shelf. would you promise to be true Ain’t misbehavin’; I’m saving my love for you. and help me understand? ‘Cause I’ve been in love before I know for certain the one I love. and I found that love was more I’m through with flirtin’; than just holding hands. it’s you that I’m thinking of. Ain’t misbehavin’; I’m saving my love for you. If I give my heart to you, I must be sure from the very start that you Like Jack Horner in the corner, would love me more than her. don’t go nowhere. What do I care? Your kisses are worth waiting for, believe me. If I trust in you, oh please, don’t run and hide. I don’t stay out late, don’t care to go. If I love you too, oh please, I’m home about eight, just me and the radio. don’t hurt my pride like her Ain’t misbehavin’; I’m saving my love for you. ‘cause I couldn’t stand the pain, and I would be sad if our new love was in vain.

So I hope you see that I would love to love you, Punky’s Dilemma and that she will cry C: when she learns we are two P: Crosby, Stills and Nash ‘cause I couldn’t stand the pain, and I would be sad if our new love was in vain. I wish I was a Kellogg’s cornflake floating in a bowl, making movies. So I hope you see that I Relaxing awhile, living in style. would love to love you, Talking to a raisin who occasionally plays L.A. and that she will cry Casually glancing at his toupee. when she learns we are two. If I fell in love with you. I wish I was an English muffin about to make the most out of a toaster. I’d ease myself down, coming up brown. I prefer boysenberry more than any ordinary jam. I’m a Citizens for Boysenberry Jam fan.

If I was a first lieutenant would you put my picture on the piano? “To Mary Jane, best wishes Marvin” Old Roger draft dodger sneaking out the basement door. Everybody knows what he’s tippy-toeing down there for.

20 You’re So Sweet C/P: Neil Diamond Smoke Gets In Your Eyes C: Jerome Kerne (m); Otto Harback (l) Chorus: P: The Platters; Dinah Washington You’re so sweet, horseflies keep hangin’ around your face. They asked me how I knew Kentucky moonshine my true love was true. could never take your place, I, of course, replied something deep inside and your eyes give me goosebumps cannot be denied. down to my toes. I feel like the only rooster in the henhouse, They said someday you’ll find And I guess it shows. all who love are blind. When your heart’s on fire you must realize MaryLou Jane—what a fine name. smoke gets in your eyes. You ain’t nothing like all of them gals up in Detroit City. So I chaffed them and I gaily laughed Front teeth missin’, that’s fine for kissin’. to think they could doubt my love. You’re as loyal as my dog Sam But today my love has flown away. and twice as pretty. I am without my love.

(chorus) Now laughing friends deride tears I cannot hide. I can’t forget how we first met. So I smile and say, When a lovely flame dies, It was bull wrestling time smoke gets in your eyes. at the county fair rodeo. Oh how I cried when you took first prize. You’d just look them critters in the eyes and down they’d go. Don’t Get Around Much (chorus) Anymore C: Duke Ellington (m); Bob Russel (l) P: Nat “King” Cole; Natalie Cole Lindy Lou Missed the Saturday dance. Traditional Heard they crowded the floor. Couldn’t face it without you. When it’s dark and everything is still Don’t get around much anymore. and the moon comes creeping o’er the hill, I’ll be waiting patiently for you. Thought I’d visit the club. For I love you true, yes indeed I do. Got as far as the door. My honey come out tonight They’d have asked me about you. among the Everglades. Don’t get around much anymore. See the moon, see how she promenades. You’re the queen of all my dusky maids Lately I guess my mind’s more at ease. my little Lindy, Lindy Lou (my Lindy Lou) But nevertheless why stir up memories. {repeat, staccato & pianissimo} Been invited on dates. Could have gone but what for? Awfully different without you.

21 Don’t get around much anymore. looking for the heart…. of Saturday night. Heart of Saturday Night C/P: Tom Waits Wonderful Tonight C/P: Eric Clapton Well, you gassed her up behind the wheel with your arm around your sweet one It’s late in the evening. in your Oldsmobile. She’s wondering what clothes to wear. Barrelin’ down the boulevard, She puts on her make up looking for the heart of Saturday night. and brushes her long blonde hair. And then she asks me, You got paid on Friday, “Do I look alright?” your pockets are jinglin’ and I say, “Yes, You see the lights and you get all tinglin’ you look wonderful tonight.” ‘cause your cruising with a six and looking for the heart of Saturday night. We go to a party. Everyone turns to see Now you combed your hair this beautiful lady and you shaved your face, walking around with me. trying to wipe out every trace And then she asks me, of all the other days of the week. “Do you feel alright?” This’ll be a Saturday, you’re reachin’ your peak and I say, “Yes, I feel wonderful tonight.” You’re stopping on the red, going on the green, ‘cause tonight’ll be like nothing I feel wonderful because I see that you’ve ever seen. the love light in your eyes. Barrelin’ down the boulevard And the wonder of it all looking for the heart of Saturday night. is that you just don’t realize how much I love you. Is it the crack of the pool balls or the neon buzzin? The phone is ringing, it’s your second cousin. It’s time to go home now, The barmaid is smiling. In the corner of her eye and I’ve got an aching head. she’s got the magic of a So I give her the car keys, melancholy tear in her eye. and she helps me to bed. And then I tell her And it makes you kinda special as I turn out the light, right down to the core I say, “My darling, ‘cause you’re dreaming of the Saturdays you were wonderful tonight.” that came before and they’ve got you stumblin’ I say, “My darling, onto the heart of Saturday night. you were wonderful tonight.”

So you gassed her up behind the wheel with your arm around your sweet one in your Oldsmobile. Barrelin’ down the boulevard, looking for the heart of Saturday night.

You go barrelin’ down the boulevard

22 Brown Eyed Girl C/P: Van Morrison Blues For Dixie C: O. W. Mayo Hey where did we go, days when the rains came P: Bob Wills and the Texas Playboys Down in the hollow, playin’ a new game. Laughing and a running, hey, hey If you’ve ever seen that old Mississippi skipping and a jumping Queen of the delta land, then you’ll understand why in the misty morning fog I’ve got the blues for Dixie. with our hearts a thumping and you, my brown eyed girl. You, my brown eyed girl. If you’ve ever been to Tennessee when those old cotton fields are white in the pale moonlight, then Whatever happened to Tuesday and so slow you’ve had the blues for Dixie. Going down the old mine with a transistor radio. Standing in the sunlight laughing, If you’ve seen that glamour of the Alabama moon hiding behind a rainbow’s wall. shining in the sky, Slipping and a sliding all along the waterfall with If you’ve got a baby down in Birmingham, maybe you, my brown eyed girl. you’ll know the reason why, You, my brown eyed girl. That I’m gonna be blue Do you remember when we used to sing ‘til I’m on that old choo-choo headin’ down south again. There goes that train Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da that’s leaving me blue for Dixie. Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da La te da If you’ve seen that glamour of the Alabama moon shining in the sky, So hard to find my way If you’ve got a baby down in Birmingham, maybe now that I’m all on my own. you’ll know the reason why, I saw you just the other day. My, how you have grown. That I’m gonna be blue Cast my memory back there, Lord; ‘til I’m on that old choo-choo sometimes I’m overcome thinking ‘bout it. headin’ down south again. There goes that train Laughing and a running, hey, hey, that’s leaving me blue for Dixie. behind the stadium with you, my brown eyed girl.You, my brown eyed girl.

Do you remember when we used to sing

Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da La te da

23 Big Bang Theory It wasn’t long before gigantic dinosaurs C/P: Mark Graham were strolling up and down throughout the land. Many billion years before But their tiny cerebellums what they call the days of yore, weren’t smart enough to tell ‘um the view was so uncluttered and pristine. that their terrible demise was close at hand. The universe was void, nary one stray asteroid. These tremendous herbivores Creation, friends, had yet to make the scene, ate their herbal hors devours, when with a rude and primal hiss, gamboling about without a care, some fundamental orifice and now they can be found blasted forth effluvium and gas. far underneath the ground So call it what you may, in some forgotten geologic lair. but for now just let us say that the cosmos in its glory came to pass. Well, times went age by age and other creatures took the stage. It was on that fateful day Gorillas, rats, and dogs were in the cast, the Earth was sent upon its way when a naked biped beast, a pleasure cruise upon the cosmic sea. who may not have been the least, but was among With Jupiter and Mars, those folks who took their places last. and a cast of well known stars, This two-legged prima donna to keep their little buddy company. told all the other fauna The director of the cruise that the starring role was his and his alone. kept them thoroughly amused, When the others asked him why, and delighted were they with the bill of fare. he just pointed towards the sky They were certainly surprised and said that God had told him on the phone. when they finally realized that they’d booked a one-way trip to God knows where. With his new opposing thumb and his king-size cranium, Being molten for a term, Man sallied forth with grace and savoir-faire. the terra firma became firm, With Promethean desire, and oceans filled the holes eventually. he soon discovered fire, The celestial planning board and arson but a single step from there. soon came to full accord From the wheel and gasoline, and zoned the planet residentially. to the full sized limousine, When the great time-sharing plan music, art, and law are but a few. on condo Earth began, But nothing can compare to the artistry so rare of real estate was for the wealthy few. the spare rib that has met the barbeque. Now even low class bugs and germs could afford the easy terms; Well I would like to say a luxury apartment with a view. that we’ve come a long long way from that big celestial bang a way back when. And before we say farewell, I’d like to know just where the hell this roller coaster ride is going to end. Will we all be blown away on some atomic judgment day, or sally off to space in high renown? But where ere we finally go, one thing I truly know is we’ll find some way to go there sitting down. 24 Savings & Loan C/P: Neal Gladstone If you want to start a little business If you want to start a little business (start a little business) that you can call your very own, that you can call your very own just call up your friendly congressman (all your own), on your touch tone telephone. just call up your friendly congressman Send him a case of the best champagne. (1-800-money) Write out a check to his campaign. on your touch tone telephone. Within a week, you’ll have your very own (he’d love to hear from you) Savings & Loan (savings and loan) Send him a case of the best champagne. (or two) Savings & Loan (savings and loan!) Write out a check to his campaign. (thank you) Soon you’ll be as rich as Al Capone, It’s the chance of a lifetime, with your Savings & Loan (savings and loan) a deal you can’t afford to miss. Savings & Loan (savings and loan) You keep all of the profits, Savings & Loan (savings and loan) and the taxpayers take all the risks. That’s what I want! And if you get into a jam you can always count on your Uncle Sam. It’s the sweetest scam you’ve ever known the Savings & Loan (savings and loan) Savings & Loan (savings and loan!)

Deregulation is sweeping the nation, America’s the land of the free. There’s plenty of credit, so come on and get it. It’s backed up by the FDIC.

Nobody’s gonna blame you if you make a few mistakes (everybody makes mistakes) build some speculation in high risk real estate (just like the banks do) and if the loans should all go bad the taxpayers will pick up the tab and pay back the billions that you’ve blown in your Savings & Loan (savings and loan) Savings & Loan (savings and loan)

That’s what I want. That’s what I want. That’s what I want. That’s what I want.

Deregulation is sweeping the nation, America’s the land of the free. There’s plenty of credit, so come on and get it. It’s backed up by the FDIC.

25 Life Gets Tejus C/P: Carson Robison (1948) Grief and misery, pain and woes, P: Peter Lind Hayes, Walter Brennan, Tex Williams Death and taxes and so it goes. And I think I’m gettin’ a cold in my nose. The sun comes up and the sun goes down, Life gets tasteless, don’t it. The hands on the clock keep goin’ around. I just get up and it’s time to lay down. Just one durn thing after another. Margaritaville My shoe’s untied but I don’t care. I ain’t figurin’ on goin’ nowhere. C/P: Jimmy Buffet I’d have to wash and comb my hair And that’s just wasted effort. Nibblin’ on sponge cake Watchin’ the sun bake Water in the well gettin’ lower and lower. All of those tourists covered with oil Can’t take a bath for six months more. Strummin’ my six-string I’ve heard it said and it’s true, I’m sure On my front porch swing That too much bathin’ll weaken ya. Smell those shrimp they’re beginnin’ to boil

I open the door and the flies swarm in; Chorus: I shut the door and I’m sweatin’ again, Wastin’ away again in Margaritaville And in the process I crack my shin. Searching for my lost shaker of salt Life gets tejus, don’t it? Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame But I know it’s nobody’s fault That old brown mule he must be sick. I jabbed him in the rump with a pin on a stick. I don’t know the reason He humped his back but he wouldn’t kick. I stay here all season There’s somethin’ cockeyed somewhere. Nothin’ to show but this brand new tattoo But it’s a real beauty Mouse chawin’ on the pantry door. A Mexican cutie He’s been at it for a month or more. How it got here I haven’t a clue When he gits through, he’ll sure be sore ‘cause there ain’t a durn thing in there. Chorus: (with last line--) …Now I think, Hell, it could be my fault Houndog howlin’ so forlorn. Laziest dog that ever was born. I blew out my flip-flop He’s howlin’ ‘cause he’s sittin’ on a thorn Stepped on a pop-top And just too tired to move over. Cut my heel had to cruise on back home But there’s booze in the blender The tin roof leaks and the chimney leans. And soon it will render There’s a hole in the seat of my new blue jeans, That frozen concoction that helps me hang on And I’ve et the last of the pork’n beans. Just can’t depend on nothin’. Chorus: (with last line--) …But I know it’s my own damn fault The cow’s gone dry and the hens won’t lay, Yes and some people claim that there’s a woman to And the fish quit bitin’ last Saturday. blame My troubles keep pilin’ up day by day, And I know it’s my own damn fault And now I’m gettin’ dandruff.

26 Wreck of the Old Number Nine C: Carson Robison “There’s a little white home P: Jim Reeves That I built for our own On a dark storm night Where I dreamed we’d be Not a star was in sight happy, you and I. And the north wind came Now I leave it to you Howling down the line, For I know you’ll be true Stood a brave engineer Till we meet at With his sweetheart so dear The Golden Gate – goodbye.” And his orders to Pull old Number Nine.

There was a tear in his eye When he kissed her goodbye But the joy in his heart He could not hide For the whole world seemed right When she told him that night That tomorrow She’d be his blushing bride.

The wheels hummed a song As the train rolled along And the black smoke came Pouring from the stack, And the headlight a-gleam Seemed to brighten his dream Of tomorrow When he’d be coming back.

As he sped round the hill His brave heart stood still For a headlight Was shining in his face And he whispered a prayer As he threw on the air For he knew this Would be his final race.

In the wreck he was found Lying there on the ground, And he asked them To raise his weary head. As his breath slowly went This message he sent To the maiden That he would never wed.

27 Lumberjack Song P/C: Monty Python boys MOUNTIES: He cuts down trees. He wears high heels, I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay. Suspendies, and a bra?! I sleep all night and I work all day. And wants to be a girlie Just like his dear Papa. MOUNTIES: He's a lumberjack, and he's okay. He's a lumberjack, and he's okay. He sleeps all night and he works all day. He sleeps all night and he works all day.

BARBER: He's a lumberjack, and he's okaaaaay. I cut down trees. I eat my lunch. He sleeps all night and he works all day. I go to the lavatory. On Wednesdays I go shoppin' And have buttered scones for tea.

MOUNTIES: He cuts down trees. He eats his lunch. He goes to the lavatory. On Wednesdays he goes shopping And has buttered scones for tea.

He's a lumberjack, and he's okay. He sleeps all night and he works all day.

BARBER: I cut down trees. I skip and jump. I like to press wild flowers. I put on women's clothing And hang around in bars.

MOUNTIES: He cuts down trees. He skips and jumps. He likes to press wild flowers. He puts on women's clothing And hangs around in bars?!

He's a lumberjack, and he's okay. He sleeps all night and he works all day.

BARBER: I cut down trees. I wear high heels, Suspendies, and a bra. I wish I'd been a girlie, Just like my dear Papa.

28 The Galaxy Song From Monty Python’s "The Meaning Of Life" You Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere C/P: Bob Dylan Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving Clouds so swift, rain won’t lift And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour, Gate won’t close, railings froze That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's Get your mind off wintertime reckoned, You ain’t goin’ nowhere A sun that is the source of all our power. The sun and you and me and all the stars that we Chorus: can see Whoo-ee ride me high Are moving at a million miles a day Tomorrow’s the day In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an My Bride’s gonna come hour, Oh, oh, are we gonna fly Of the galaxy we call the 'Milky Way'. Down in the easy chair! Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars. It's a hundred thousand light years side to side. I don’t care how many letters they sent It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years Morning came and morning went thick, Pick up your money and pack up your tent But out by us, it's just three thousand light years You ain’t goin’ nowhere wide. We're thirty thousand light years from galactic Chorus: central point. We go 'round every two hundred million years, Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions Tailgates and substitutes In this amazing and expanding universe. Strap yourself to the tree with roots You ain’t goin’ nowhere The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding Chorus: In all of the directions it can whizz As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know, Genghis Khan he could not keep Twelve million miles a minute, and that's the fastest All his kings supplied with sleep speed there is. We’ll climb that hill no matter how steep So remember, when you're feeling very small and When we come up to it insecure, How amazingly unlikely is your birth, Chorus: And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space, 'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth.

29 When You’re Next to Me From “A Mighty Wind”

When I’m standing next to you When I’m lying next to you There’s a song to sing I hear angels play, I see sweeter days I know everything’s feeling right I see rivers wind through the end of time I see hatred fall from the highest hills When I’m standing next to you I see God’s good grace shining in…your eyes Steeple bells ring Only good things do I see That’s what I see when you’re next to me When you’re next to me.

When I hold your hand in mine A different world wakes A new morning breaks with the sun

When I hold your hand in mine Children’s dreams take flight Through a starlit night, that’s what I see When you’re next to me

This love for you I’m feelin’ Has a power that is healin’ It can mend the darkest hour With glorious light

When I taste your lips so sweet I see beggars dine And the sands of time up and stop

When I taste your lips so sweet Black and white bands Every dove lands at your feet When you’re next to me

(solo break)

This love for you I’m feelin’ Has a power that is healin’ It can mend the darkest hour With glorious light

When I’m lying next to you I feel moonbeams burn I see rainbows turn into gold

30 Back Home Again C/P: John Denver Potato Song

There’s a storm across the valley, They’re red, they’re white, they’re brown Clouds are rollin’ in They get that way underground The afternoon is heavy on your shoulders There can’t be much to do There’s a truck out on the four lane So now they have blue ones, too. A mile or more away The whinin’ of his wheels just makes it colder. We don’t care what they look like we’ll eat them Any way they can fit on our plate He’s an hour away from ridin’ Every way we can conjure to heat them On your prayers up in the sky We’re delighted and think they’re just great And ten days on the road are barely gone. There’s a fire softly burning Chorus: Supper’s on the stove Po-ta-to Po-ta-to Po-ta-to Po- But it’s the light in your eyes that makes him warm ta-to Po-ta-to Po-ta-to Po-ta- to Po-ta-to Po-ta-to Po-ta-to Chorus: Po-ta-to Po-ta-to Po-ta-to Hey it’s good to be back home again Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend Sometimes we ditch the skin Yes ‘n hey it’s good to be back home again To eat what it’s holding in Sometimes we’d rather please There’s all the news to tell him Have just the outside with cheese How’d you spend your time And what’s the latest thing the neighbors say They have eyes but they do not have faces And your mother called last Friday I don’t know if their feeling get hurt “Sunshine” made her cry By just hanging around in dark places And you felt the baby move just yesterday Where they only can stare at the dirt

Chorus Chorus

And oh the time that I can lay I guess the use is scant This tired old body down For other parts of the plant And feel your fingers feather soft upon me But that which grows in view The kisses that I live for Is eating potato too The love that lights my way The happiness that living with you brings me I imagine them under their acres Out in Idaho and up in Maine It’s the sweetest thing I know of Maybe wondering if they’ll be bakers Just spending time with you Or Knishes or latkes or plain It’s the little things that make a house a home Chorus Like a fire softly burning And supper on the stove And the light in your eyes that makes me warm

Chorus

31 If You’re Into It C/P: Flight of the Conchords

If you want me to How ‘bout you and two dudes I can hang ‘round with you Him you and Stu in the nude If I only knew Being lewd with two dudes and food If that’s what you’re into Well that’s if Stu’s into it too

You and him, him and you All the things I’d do If that’s what you’re into Things I’d do for you Him hangin’ ‘round, around you If I only knew You hangin’ ‘round, yeah you’re there too If that’s what you’re into Oooo… If you want me to I will take off all my clothes for you I’ll take off all my clothes for you If that’s what you’re into

How ‘bout him in the nude If that’s what you’re into In the nude in front of you Is that what you’d wanna view?

And if it’s cool with you I’ll let you get naked too It could be a dream come true Providing that’s what you are into

Is that what you’re into Him and you in the nude That’s what he’s prepared to do, is that the kinda thing that you think you might be into

And then maybe later We’ll get hot by the refrigerator In the kitchen next to the pantry I think that might be what you fancy

In the buff, being rude Doin’ stuff with the food Gettin’ lewd with his food We hear that’s what you are into

Then on our next date Well you could bring your roommate I don’t know if Stu is keen to But if you want we could double team you

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