Elton John ~ I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues

Song Lyrics #1

Don't wish it away
Don't look at it like it's forever
Between you and me
I could honestly say
That things can only get better

And while I'm away
Dust out the demons inside
And it won't be long
Before you and me run
To the place in our hearts
Where we hide

And I guess that's why
They call it the blues
Time on my hands
Could be time spent with you
Laughing like children
Living like lovers
Rolling like thunder under the covers
And I guess that's why
They call it the blues

Just stare into space
Picture my face in your hands
Live for each second
Without hesitation
And never forget I'm your man

Without me girl
Cry in the night if it helps
But more than ever I simply love you
More than I love life itself

And I guess that's why
They call it the blues
Time on my hands
Could be time spent with you
Laughing like children
Living like lovers
Rolling like thunder under the covers
And I guess that's why
They call it the blues

Wait on me girl
Cry in the night if it helps
But more than ever I simply love you
More than I love life itself

And I guess that's why
They call it the blues
Time on my hands
Could be time spent with you
Laughing like children
Living like lovers
Rolling like thunder under the covers
And I guess that's why
They call it the blues

To fade.


Elton John ~ I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues

Fleetwood Mac ~ Tell Me Lies ~ Tell Me Sweet Little Lies

Song Lyrics #2

If I could turn the page
The time that I'd be arranged
Is today to
~Close my, close my, close my eyes~
But I couldn't find a way
So I'll settle for one day
To believe in you
~Tell me, tell me, tell me lies~

Tell Me Lies, tell me sweet little lies
~Tell Me Lies, Tell me tell me lies~
Oh no no, you can't disguise
~You can't disguise, no you can't disguise~
Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies

And though I'm not making plans
I hope that you understand
There's a reason why
~Close your, close your eyes~
No more broken hearts
We're better off apart
Let's give it a try
~Tell me, tell me lies~

Tell Me Lies, tell me sweet little lies
~Tell Me Lies, Tell me tell me lies~
Oh no no, you can't disguise
~You can't disguise, no you can't disguise~
Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies


If I could turn the page
The time that I'd be arranged
Is today to
~Close my, close my, close my eyes~
But I couldn't find a way
So I'll settle for one day
To believe in you
~Tell me, tell me, tell me lies~

Tell Me Lies, tell me sweet little lies
~Tell Me Lies, Tell me tell me lies~
Oh no no, you can't disguise
~You can't disguise, no you can't disguise~
Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies

To fade.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GjviMVTRqRc


Fleetwood Mac ~ Tell Me Lies ~ Tell Me Sweet Little Lies

Don McLean ~ Bye-Bye, Miss American Pie

Song Lyrics #3

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

But February made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.

I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you’re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin’,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while Lennon read a book of Marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."

To fade.

Don McLean ~ Bye-Bye, Miss American Pie

Bruce Springsteen ~ Glory Days

Song Lyrics #4

I had a friend was a big baseball player,
back in high school.
He could throw that speedball by you,
Make you look like a fool boy.
Saw him the other night at this roadside bar,
I was walking in, he was walking out.
We went back inside sat down had a few drinks,
but all he kept talking about was...

Glory days well they'll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, glory days

Well there's a girl that lives up the block,
back in school she could turn all the boy's heads.
Sometimes on a Friday I'll stop by
and have a few drinks after she put her kids to bed.
Her and her husband Bobby well they split up,
I guess it's two years gone by now.
We just sit around talking about the old times,
she says when she feels like crying
she starts laughing thinking about...

Glory days well they'll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, glory days

My old man worked 20 years on the line,
and they let him go.
Now everywhere he goes out looking for work,
they just tell him that he's too old.
I was 9 nine years old and he was working at the
Metuchen Ford plant assembly line.
Now he just sits on a stool down at the Legion hall,
but I can tell what's on his mind

Glory days yeah goin back
Glory days aw he ain't never had
Glory days, glory days

Now I think I'm going down to the well tonight,
and I'm going to drink till I get my fill.
And I hope when I get old I don't sit around thinking about it,
but I probably will.
Yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture
a little of the glory of, well time slips away,
and leaves you with nothing mister but
boring stories of glory days.

Glory days well they'll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, glory days

Glory days well they'll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, glory days

To fade.

Bruce Springsteen ~ Glory Days

One Tin Soldier Rides Away ~ The Legend of Billy Jack ~ Listen children to a story...

Song Lyrics #5

Listen, children, to a story
That was written long ago,
'Bout a kingdom on a mountain
And the valley-folk below.

On the mountain was a treasure
Buried deep beneath the stone,
And the valley-people swore
They'd have it for their very own.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

So the people of the valley
Sent a message up the hill,
Asking for the buried treasure,
Tons of gold for which they'd kill.

Came an answer from the kingdom,
"With our brothers we will share
All the secrets of our mountain,
All the riches buried there."

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

Now the valley cried with anger,
"Mount your horses! Draw your sword!"
And they killed the mountain-people,
So they won their just reward.

Now they stood beside the treasure,
On the mountain, dark and red.
Turned the stone and looked beneath it...
"Peace on Earth" was all it said.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

To fade.

One Tin Soldier

Jim Croce ~ Bad Bad Leroy Brown ~ You Don't Mess Around With Jim

Song Lyrics #6

Well the South side of Chicago...,
Is the baddest part of town.
And if you go down there,
You better just beware
Of a man named Leroy Brown.

Now Leroy more than trouble,
You see he stand 'bout six foot four.
All the downtown ladies call him "Treetop Lover",
All the men just call him "Sir".


And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown;
The baddest man in the whole damned town.
Badder than old King Kong.
And meaner than a junkyard dog.

Now Leroy, he a gambler.
And he like his fancy clothes.
And he like to wave his diamond rings
In front of everybody's nose.
He got a custom Continental.
He got an Eldorado, too.
He got a thirty two gun in his pocket for fun.
He got a razor in his shoe.

And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown;
The baddest man in the whole damned town.
Badder than old King Kong,
And meaner than a junkyard dog.

Now Friday, 'bout a week ago,
Leroy shootin' dice.
And at the edge of the bar
Sat a girl named Doris;
And ooh that girl looked nice.
Well he cast his eyes upon her,
And the trouble soon began.
Cause Leroy Brown learned a lesson
'Bout messin' with the wife of a jealous man.

And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown;
The baddest man in the whole damned town.
Badder than old King Kong,
And meaner than a junkyard dog.

Well the two men took to fighting...
And when they pulled them off the floor,
Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle,
With a couple of pieces gone.

And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown;
The baddest man in the whole damned town.
Badder than old King Kong,
And meaner than a junkyard dog.

To fade.

Jim Croce ~ Bad Bad Leroy Brown

Jim Croce ~ One Less Set Of Footsteps ~ Golden Rule to Rust

Song Lyrics #7

We been runnin' away from
Somethin' we both know.
We've long run out of things to say.
And I think I better go.

So don't be getting' excited...,
When you hear that slammin' door;
'Cause there'll be one less set of footsteps
On your floor in the mornin'.

And we've been hidin' from somethin'
That should have never gone this far.
But after all it's what we've done,
That makes us what we are.

And you been talkin' in silence...,
If it's silence you adore.
Oh, there'll be one less set of footsteps
On your floor in the mornin'.


Well there'll be one less set of footsteps on your floor.
One less man to walk in,
One less pair of jeans upon your door.
One less voice a'talkin'.

But tomorrow's a dream away.
Today has turned to dust.
Your silver tongue has turned to clay,
And your golden rule to rust.
If that's the way that you want it,
That's the way I want it more.
There'll be one less set of footsteps
On your floor in the mornin'.

Well there'll be one less set of footsteps on your floor.
One less man to walk in,
One less pair of jeans upon your door.
One less voice a'talkin'.

There'll be one less set of footsteps
On your floor in the mornin'.

To fade.

Jim Croce ~ One Less Set Of Footsteps

Guns N' Roses - Cats In The Cradle with / and / a / the Silver Spoon ~ Little boy blue and the man in the moon

Song Lyrics #8

My child arrived just the other day.
Came to the world in the usual way.
But there were planes to catch and bills to pay;
He learned to walk while I was away.
He was talkin' 'fore I knew it,
And as he grew he said,
"I'm gonna be like you, Dad,
You know I'm gonna be like you."

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
"When you comin' home?"
"Son, I don't know when. We'll get together then.
You know we'll have a good time then."

Well, my son turned ten just the other day;
He said, "Thanks for the ball, Dad. Come on, let's play.
Could you teach me to throw?"
I said, "Not today. I got a lot to do."
He said, "That's okay." And he walked away,
and he smiled and he said,
"You know, I'm gonna be like him, yeah.
You know I'm gonna be like him."

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
"When you comin' home?"
"Son, I don't know when. We'll get together then.
You know we'll have a good time then."

Well, he came from college just the other day,
So much like a man I just had to say,
"I'm proud of you. Could you sit for a while?"
He shook his head and he said with a smile,
"What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys.
See you later. Can I have them please..."

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
"When you comin' home?"
"Son, I don't know when. We'll get together then.
You know we'll have a good time then."

I've long since retired, my son's moved away.
I called him up just the other day.
"I'd like to see you, if you don't mind."
He said, "I'd love to, Dad, if I could find the time.
You see my new job's a hassle and the kids have the flu,
But it's sure nice talkin' to you, Dad.
It's been sure nice talkin' to you."
And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me,
He'd grown up just like me.
My boy was just like me.

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
"When you comin' home?"
"Son, I don't know when. We'll get together then.
You know we'll have a good time then."

To fade.

Guns N' Roses - Cats In The Cradle & A / The Silver Spoon ~ Little boy blue and the man in the moon

Peter, Paul & Mary ~ Puff, The Magic Dragon

Song Lyrics #9

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea.
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee.
Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff,
And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff.

Oh,

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea.
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee.
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea.
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee.

Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail.
Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puff's gigantic tail.
Noble kings and princes would bow whene'er they came.
Pirate ships would lower their flags when Puff roared out his name.

Oh,

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea.
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee.
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea.
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee.

A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys;
Painted wings and giants' rings make way for other toys.
One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more.
And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar.

His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain.
Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane.
Without his lifelong friend, Puff could not be brave;
So Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave.

Oh,

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea.
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee.
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea.
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee.

To fade.

Peter, Paul & Mary ~ Puff, The Magic Dragon

Dewey Brunnell ~ A Horse with No Name

Song Lyrics #10

On the first part of the journey,
I was looking at all the life.
There were plants and birds, and rocks and things;
There was sand and hills and rings.
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz,
And the sky with no clouds.
The heat was hot and the ground was dry,
But the air was full of sound.

I've been through the desert on a horse with no name.
It felt good to be out of the rain.
In the desert you can remember your name,
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain.

La, la ...

After two days in the desert sun,
My skin began to turn red.
After three days in the desert fun,
I was looking at a river bed.
And the story it told of a river that flowed,
Made me sad to think it was dead.

You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name.
It felt good to be out of the rain.
In the desert you can remember your name,
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain.

La, la ...

After nine days I let the horse run free,
'Cause the desert had turned to sea.
There were plants and birds and rocks and things.
There was sand and hills and rings
The ocean is a desert with its life underground,
And a perfect disguise above.
Under the cities lies a heart made of ground,
But the humans will give no love.

You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name.
It felt good to be out of the rain.
In the desert you can remember your name,
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain.

La, la ...

To fade.

Dewey Brunnell ~ A Horse with No Name

Hoyt Axton ~ Della and the Dealer ~ Cat never said a mumbling word

Song Lyrics #11

It was Della and a dealer and a dog named Jake,
And a cat named Kalamazoo,
Left the city in a pickup truck.
Gonna make some dreams come true.

Yeah, they rolled out west where the wild sun sets,
And the coyote bays at the moon.
Della and a dealer and a dog named Jake,
And a cat named Kalamazoo.

If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.
But the cat was cool,
And he never said a mumblin' word.

Down Tucson way there's a small cafe,
Where they play a little cowboy tune.
And the guitar picker was a friend of mine,
By the name of Randy Boone.

Yeah, Randy played her a sweet love song,
And Della got a fire in her eye.
The Dealer had a knife and the dog had a gun,
And the cat had a shot of rye.

If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.
But the cat was cool,
And he never said a mumblin' word.

Yeah, the Dealer was a killer; he was evil and mean,
And he was jealous of the fire in her eyes.
He snorted his coke through a century note,
And he swore that Boone would die.

And the stage was set when the lights went out,
There was death in Tucson town.
Two shadows ran for the bar back door,
But one stayed on the ground.

If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.
But the cat was cool,
And he never said a mumblin' word.

If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.
But the cat was cool,
And he never said a mumblin' word.

Two shadows ran from the bar that night,
And a dog and a cat ran too.
And the tires got hot on the pickup truck,
As down the road they flew.

It was Della and her lover and a dog named Jake,
And a cat named Kalamazoo.
Left Tucson in a pickup truck.
Gonna make some dreams come true.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.
But the cat was cool,
And he never said a mumblin' word.

To fade.

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Hoyt Axton ~ Della and the Dealer