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Blind Willie Johnson: The Soul of a Man

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Won’t somebody tell me, answer if you can!
Want somebody tell me, what is the soul of a man
I’m going to ask the question, answer if you can

If anybody here can tell me, what is the soul of a man?
I’ve traveled in different countries, I’ve traveled foreign lands
I’ve found nobody to tell me, what is the soul of a man

I saw a crowd stand talking, I came up right on time
Were hearing the doctor and the lawyer, say a man ain’t nothing but his mind
I read the bible often, I tries to read it right

As far as I can understand, a man is more than his mind
When Christ stood in the temple, the people stood amazed
Was showing the doctors and the lawyers, how to raise a body from the grave

Lyrics and Music: Gene Autry’s Buttons and Bows

Listen to song:

This song first appeared in the 1947 Jane Russell and Bob Hope film, Paleface

East is east and west is westBob Hope Paleface
And the wrong one I have chose
Let’s go where you’ll keep on wearin’
Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows
Rings and things and buttons and bows

Don’t bury me on the lone prairie
Take me where the cement grows
Let’s move down to some big town
Where they love a gal by the cut o’ her clothes
And you’ll stand out
In buttons and bows

I’ll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that you’ve homespun
But I’ll love ya’ longer, stronger where
Yer friends don’t tote a gun

My bones denounce the buckboard bounce
And the cactus hurts my toes
Let’s vamoose where gals keep usin’
Those silks and satins and linen that shows
And you’re all mine in buttons and bows

Gimme eastern trimmin’ where women are women
In high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes
And French perfume that rocks the room
And you’re all mine in buttons and bows

Hoop Dee Doo-When There’s A Fiddle in Middle

AccordionHoop-dee-doo, hoop-dee doo
I hear a polka and my troubles are through
Hoop-dee-doo, hoop-dee-dee
This kind of music is like Heaven to me

Hoop-dee-doo, hoop-dee-doo
Has got me higher than a kite
Hand me down my soup and fish
I am gonna get my wish, hoop-dee-doin’ it tonight

When there’s a trombone playin’
I get a thrill, I always will
When there’s a concertina stretched about a mile
I always smile ’cause that’s my style

When there’s a fiddle in the middle
Oh, it really is a riddle how he plays a tune so sweet
Plays a tune so sweet that I could die
Lead me to the floor and hear me yell for more
‘Cause I’m a hoop-dee-doin’ kind of guy

Hoop-dee-doo, hoop-de-doo
I hear a polka and my troubles are through
Hoop-dee-doo, hoop-de-dee
This kind of music is like Heaven to me

Oh, hoop-dee-doo, hoop-de-doo
Has got me higher than a kite
Hand me down my soup and fish
I am gonna get my wish, hoop-dee-doin’ it tonight

When there’s a trombone playin’
He gets a thrill I get a thrill,
I always will He always will

When there’s a concertina
Stretched about a mile
I always smile
You’ll see him smile
‘Cause that’s my style
‘Cause, that’s his style

Lyrics to Old Songs: Waters of March

Waters of March (Aguas de Marco) is considered to be one of the greatest Brazilian songs ever. This song was written in 1972 by Antonio Carlos Jobim. According to Wikipedia (yes, I am quoting Wikipedia because I don’t know a bleeping thing about music):

“The inspiration for “Águas de Março” comes from Rio de Janeiro‘s rainiest month. March is typically marked by sudden storms with heavy rains and strong winds that cause flooding in many places around the city. The lyrics and the music have a constant downward progression much like the water torrent from those rains flowing in the gutters, which typically would carry sticks, stones, bits of glass, and almost everything and anything. The orchestration creates the illusion of the constant descending of notes much like Shepard tones.”

Iguassu Falls - Brazil

Waters of March

A stick, a stone, it’s the end of the road
It’s the rest of a stump, it’s a little alone
It’s a sliver of glass, it is life, it’s the sun
It is night, it is death, it’s a trap, it’s a gun

The oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush
The knot in the wood, the song of a thrush
The will of the wind, a cliff, a fall
A scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all

It’s the wind blowing free, it’s the end of the slope
It’s a beam, it’s a void, it’s a hunch, it’s a hope

And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It’s the end of the strain, it’s the joy in your heart

The foot, the ground, the flesh and the bone
The beat of the road, a slingshot’s stone
A fish, a flash, a silvery glow
A fight, a bet, the range of a bow

The bed of the well, the end of the line
The dismay in the face, it’s a loss, it’s a find
A spear, a spike, a point, a nail
A drip, a drop, the end of the tale

A truckload of bricks in the soft morning light
The sound of a shot in the dead of the night
A mile, a must, a thrust, a bump,
It’s a girl, it’s a rhyme, it’s a cold, it’s the mumps

The plan of the house, the body in bed
And the car that got stuck, it’s the mud, it’s the mud
A float, a drift, a flight, a wing
A hawk, a quail, the promise of spring

And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It’s the promise of life, it’s the joy in your heart

A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe
It’s a thorn on your hand and a cut in your toe
A point, a grain, a bee, a bite
A blink, a buzzard, a sudden stroke of night

A pass in the mountains, a horse and a mule
In the distance the shelves rode three shadows of blue

And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It’s the promise of life in your heart, in your heart

A stick, a stone, the end of the road
The rest of a stump, a lonesome road
A sliver of glass, a life, the sun
A knife, a death, the end of the run

And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It’s the end of all strain, it’s the joy in your heart

Bob White Lyrics by Johnny Mercer and Bobby Darrin

Bobby Darrin and Sandra Dee

Just listen to the Bob White
He never could sing right
You should hip it to the latest sound
And the talk that’s goin’ ’round

Well, I was talking to the parakeet
And he said, “Man, now about that beat”
(How about that beat?) ”
Hey Bob White, ain’t you gonna swing tonight?”

Several people heard the Albatross
(Yes)
Whisper Robin is on the sauce
(I know for a fact he’s on the wagon)
Bob White, nothing but a neophyte
(John, what does that word mean?)
(Amateur)

Even the Pheasant found it unpleasant
Hearing you hit that flat note
Whereas the Sparrow froze to his marrow
When he heard that note

The opinion of the Tufted Grouse
Is you play to an empty house
(Could happen to anybody, sure could)
Get up, off that pair
Shape up, make it dare Bob White,
you gotta sing it out tonight

Take a letter to the Meadowlark
In reply to his rude remark
(Well, the mails must go through)
Bob White, invites you to a bash tonight
(My tux isn’t even pressed)

Take a wire to the Nightingale
Tell him Bob ain’t begun to wail
Bob White’s gonna put him down for spite
(Circulate the word)

Call up the Catbird
Tell that old fat bird
He’s gonna sing a storm up Hip the Canary,
it’ll be scary

After the warm up
Man, he’s even gonna gas the goose
He’ll be a’ looser than Dr. Seuss
(Wait a minute John, do I detect a note
Of meaning that he’s gonna be ‘right in tune?)
Man, I’m telling you, he’s gonna be ‘on the moon
(I see)

Bob White He’s gonna ball it up tonight
Oh, he’s in there
Guy whistles pretty
Yeah, like a bird, what?

Here’s a wire from the Albatross
(Sounds urgent)
It reads, ‘Robin is still the boss’
(Well, thank you very much folks)
Bob White, he was in the groove tonight
(Ha ha ha)

I quote directly from the Whoopin’ Crane
He says, “Man, it was like insane”
(He made it plain)
Bob White really fought a groovy fight
I thought I had him dead in the third round

Hey, old poppa Red Bird
Who is the head bird
Says you were in there swingin’
(He was tryin’)
Even the Jackdaw Flew out the back door
Buckin’ and wingin’

You instigated such a swingin’ gig
That all them quadrapeds wanna dig
(Here, here, you mean)
Here come, the moose and elk
And there goes Lawrence Welk
Bob White, Bob White, Bob White
You really sang it out tonight
(Aw, it’s for the birds)

Sweet Betsy From Pike and Her Lover Ike

Sweet Betsy from Pike

Now don’t you remember sweet Betsy from Pike
Who crossed the big mountains with her lover Ike
Two yoke of oxen, a big yeller dog
A tall Shanghai rooster, and one spotted hog

One evenin’ quite early they camped on the plat
Down by the road on a green shady flat
Where Betsy got tired and lay down to repose
And Ike he just gazed on his Pike County rose

Well they soon reached the desert where Betsy gave out
Down in the sand she lay rollin’ about
While Ike in great tears looked on in surprise
He said, “Betsy get up, you’ll get sand in your eyes”

Well the Shanghai ran off and the cattle all died
The last piece of bacon that mornin’ was fried
Ike he got discouraged and Betsy got mad
The dog wagged his tail and looked sad

Well a miner said, “Betsy will you dance with me” ”
I will now old Hoss if you don’t make too free
But don’t dance me hard do you want to know why
Doggone you I’m chocked full of strong alkali”

Ike and sweet Betsy got married of course
But Ike gettin’ jealous obtained the divorce
Betsy well satisfied said with a shout
“Goodbye you big lummox, I’m glad you backed out”
 

Looking for Romance: I Bring You A Song

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I bring you a song
And I sing as I go
For I want you to know
That I’m looking for romance

I bring you a song
In the hope that you’ll see
When you’re looking at me
That I’m looking for love

I’m seeking that glow
Only found when you’re young and it’s May
Only found on that wonderful day
When all longing is through

I bring you a song
And I sing as I go
For I want you to know
That I’m looking for romance

I bring you a song
In the hope that you’ll see
When you’re looking at me
That I’m looking for love

I’m seeking that glow
Only found when you’re young and it’s May
Only found on that wonderful day
When all longing is through

Lyrics to Old Songs: Philadelphia Lawyer

Woody Guthrie

Way out in Reno, Nevada
Where romance blooms and fades
A great Philadelphia lawyer
Was in love with a Hollywood maid

Come, love and we’ll go ramblin’
Down where the lights are so bright
I’ll win you a divorce from your husband
And we can get married tonight

Wild Bill was a gun-totin’ cowboy
Ten notches were carved in his gun
And all the boys around Reno
Left Wild Bill’s maiden alone

One night when Bill was returning
From ridin’ the range in the cold
He dreamed of his Hollywood sweetheart
Her love was as lasting as gold

As he drew near her window
Two shadows he saw on the shade
It was the great Philadelphia lawyer
Makin’ love to Bill’s Hollywood maid

The night was as still as the desert
The moon hangin’ high overhead
Bill listened awhile through the window
He could hear every word that he said

“Your hands are so pretty and lovely
Your form’s so rare and divine
Come go with me to the city
And leave this wild cowboy behind”

Now tonight back in old Pennsylvania
Among those beautiful pines
There’s one less Philadelphia lawyer
In old Philadelphia tonight

-Woody Guthrie

Lyrics to Old Songs: Moments to Remember

Four lads

(January to December)
(We’ll have moments to remember)

The New Year’s Eve we did the town
The day we tore the goal post down

We will have these moments to remember

The quiet walks, the noisy fun
The ballroom prize we almost won
We will have these moments to remember

Though summer turns to winter
And the present disappears
The laughter we were glad to share
Will echo through the years

When other nights and other days
May find us gone our separate ways
We will have these moments to remember

(The drive in movie where we’d go)
(And somehow never watched the show)
We will have these moments to remember

Though summer turns to winter
And the present disappears
The laughter we were glad to share
Will echo through the years

When other nights and other days
May find us gone our separate ways
We will have these moments to remember

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