Lyrics:
MY SWEET BELLE (Instrumental)
Music written and performed by David Allen Slater
Copyright 2012 by David Allen Slater
Been most everywhere by now
Cities grand and small
Some are near and dear to me
Some i can’t recall london is a fun town
Paris has its charms
But
Gene Pitney
She kept telling me she loved me
And would stick by me like glue
But all along she was slipping
Around with every other guy she knew.
hellzapoppin', hellzapoppin'
And you're invited to the party too
Better look out, ain't no cook-out
We're playin' this one by ear
We're throwin' the book
[Instrumental]
[Study in E-minor by Fernando Sor (1778-1829)]
[Performed and arranged by Anders Måreby]
[Instrumental]
[Beethoven once more relents when he realizes what
he would lose. Fate then takes him to an alley outside
a neighborhood tavern. It
[Instrumental]
[Beethoven once more relents when he realizes what
he would lose. Fate then takes him to an alley outside
a neighborhood tavern. It
-artist: nat king cole
-peak billboard position # 6 in 1954
-english words by carl sigman and music by gerhard winkler
Answer me, oh, my love
Just
need your tender loving care
[Instrumental]
Day goes by so slow when you're not with me
Nights are long and oh so, hard to bare
Everything is
the fuel pump's stuck
Oh what I'd give to be home
(When the sun's so high up in the sky)
& I'm tryin' to get home to my baby
(When I get that far,
Four walls, two chests and the doorway
To a room that has always stayed closed
But sometimes that door can be opened
By someone that you used
mean I can't do no wrong.
I woke up early one mornin'.
Mr. Lucky, standin' by my bed.
I woke up early one mornin'.
Mr. Lucky, standin' by my bed.
mean I can't do no wrong.
I woke up early one mornin'.
Mr. Lucky, standin' by my bed.
I woke up early one mornin'.
Mr. Lucky, standin' by my bed.
I
to fuel your quest
Angel of mercy
Angel of dreams
Nothing's ever quite what it seems
[Instrumental (Electric Guitar)]
There are no guarantees Aaah ...
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gathering winter fuel
Hither page and stand by me
If thou knowst it telling
Yonder peasant, who
words and music by Curley Williams
- lyrics as recorded by Rosemary Clooney in 1951
If you loved me half as much as I love you
You wouldn't
hear but i cannot see
I’ll never be free
I’ll try, but i’ll never be free
Always plagued by what i can never be.
Alone, the dreams of hopes and wasted
hear but i cannot see
I’ll never be free
I’ll try, but i’ll never be free
Always plagued by what i can never be.
Alone, the dreams of hopes and wasted
Q
He's doin' the Suzie Q, now
Well, it ain't nothin' to it
People, it's just easy to do
(harmonica & instrumental)
Well, I know'd a lady
By
hear but i cannot see
I’ll never be free
I’ll try, but i’ll never be free
Always plagued by what i can never be.
Alone, the dreams of hopes and wasted
to put me right
'cause if you want to run cool
If you want to run cool
If you want to run cool, you got to run
On heavy, heavy fuel
My life makes
And a-crying
And my suffering
I ain't good enough
I ain't clean enough
To be Him
The tribal wars
Burning up the homeland
The fuel of evil
Is raining
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the fellow by her side has
But there's one look that I'd give my life to see
We are locked in a wondrous embrace
And there on that fabulous face
Is that
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