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Van Morrison song lyrics:
The Story of Them
featuring Van Morrison
(see Discography entry)

The Story of Them

(Van Morrison)

When friends were friends
And company was right
We'd drink and talk and sing
All through the night

Morning came leisurely and bright
Downtown we'd walk
And passers by, would shudder with delight
Mmmmmm! Good times

And there was this man
All the cats were there
Just dirty enough to say, "We don't care"
But, the management have had complaints
About some cats with long, long hair
"Look, look, look"
And the people'd stare
"Why, you won't be allowed in
anywhere!"
Barred from pubs, clubs and
dancin' halls
Made the scene at the Spanish rooms
on the falls
And man, four pints of that scrumpy was
enough to have you, outta your mind
Climbin', climbin' up the walls
Out of your mind
But it was a gas, all the same
Ummm! Good time!

Now just 'round about this time
With the help of the three J's
Started playin' at the Maritime
That's, Jerry, Jerry and Jimmy

You know they were always fine
And they helped us run the Maritime
Don't forget Kit, hittin' people on the head
An' knockin' 'em out
You know he did his best and all
Was something else, then
Ummm, Lord, good times

And people say
Who are or what are, Them?
That little one sings
And that big one plays the guitar
With a thimble on his finger
Runs it up and down the strings

The bass player don't shave much
I think they're all a little bit, touched
But the people came
And that's how we made our name
Too much it was
Umm, yeah, our good times

Wild, sweaty, crude, ugly and, and mad
And sometimes just, a little bit sad
Yeah, they sneered an' all
But up there, we just havin' a ball
It was a gas, you know
Lord, some good times

It was kinda bad for, Them
We are, Them, take it or leave it
Do you know they took it, and it kept comin'
And we worked for the people
Sweet, sweat and the misty, misty atmosphere

Gimme another drink of beer, baby
Gotta get goin' here
Because, it was a gas
We all had good times

Blues come rollin'
Down to all your avenue
Won't stop at the city hall
Just a few steps away
You can look up at, Maritime Hotel
Just a little bit sad, gotta walk away
Wish it well

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

Don't Start Crying Now

(James Moore and Jerry West)

You ain't never had to cry baby
Don't start cryin' now
You ain't never had to cry baby
Don't start cryin' now
You never did it before
Don't do you know good no how

Cry cry baby, cry cry, all night long
Cry cry baby, cry cry, all night long
You're gonna wake up in the mornin'
And find your good man gone

Well you brag 'bout your woman
Take one look at mine
Well you brag 'bout your woman
A take one look at mine
She's as sweet as any angel
Make-a love most all the time

Cry cry baby, cry cry all night long
Cry cry baby, cry cry all night long
You might wake up in the morning
And find your good man gone

Ooh! (Instrumental)

Well I sent for you yesterday
Here you come walkin' today
Well I sent for you yesterday
Here you come walkin' today
Got you all fired up
And don't know what I said

Cry cry baby, cry cry all night long
Cry cry baby, cry cry all night long
Gonna wake up in the mornin'
Find your good man gone

Well cry cry baby, cry cry all night long
(Well) cry cry baby, cry cry all night long
You're gonna wake up in the mornin'
And find your good man gone

(Instrumental to end)

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

Gloria

(Van Morrison)

Like to tell ya about my baby
You know she comes around
She about five feet four
A-from her head to the ground

You know she comes around here
At just about midnight
She make ya feel so good, Lord
She make ya feel all right

And her name is G-L-O-R-I
G-L-O-R-I-A (GLORIA)
G-L-O-R-I-A (GLORIA)
I'm gonna shout it all night (GLORIA)
I'm gonna shout it everyday (GLORIA)
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

She comes around here
Just about midnight
Ha, she make me feel so good, Lord
I wanna say she make me feel alright

Comes a-walkin' down my street
When she comes to my house
She knocks upon my door
And then she comes in my room
Yeah, an' she make me feel alright

G-L-O-R-I-A (GLORIA)
G-L-O-R-I-A (GLORIA)
I'm gonna shout it all night (GLORIA)
I'm gonna shout it everyday (GLORIA)
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Looks so good (GLORIA) alright
Just so good (GLORIA) alright, yeah

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

Philosophy

(Van Morrison)

Told ya' darlin', all along
I was right and you were wrong
A-pleasin' you, so hard to do
Cried all night long, was beatin' through

Can't sow wild oats, 'spect to gather corn
Can't take right and make it wrong
Told ya' darlin', long time ago
You gotta reap, what you sow, and what you sow

Yeah-eah, is gonna make you weep
Some day, some day, some day
Yeah, what you sow-oh, yeah
Is gonna make you weep

Tried to keep you satisfied
Broke my heart, crushed my pride
It's all over now, but all I see
Is a lonely road, and a memory
Of daily walkin', and talkin', 'bout Joanne
Can't ya' see, I said, daily walkin', an' talkin'

Can't sow wild oats, 'spect to gather corn
Can't take right and make it wrong
I told ya' darlin', long time ago
You gotta reap, what you sow, and what you sow
Yeah-eay is gonna make you weep
A-some day, a-some day, some day
Yeah, what you sow, yeah-eay
Gonna make you weep, a-some days

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

One Two Brown Eyes

(Van Morrison)

I went out last night walkin'
I heard someone talkin'
You better stop stayin out late at night
A straighten up and fly right

You better stop tellin' those lies
A gonna cut you down to my size
You got one, you got two
Brown eyes
Hypnotize, hypnotize, hypnotize

Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Whoa oh oh ooh ooh
Oh oh oh
Whoa whoa oh oh oh
Whoa whoa oh oh oh

(Instrumental)

You got such pretty good looks
But don't read about good books
You better stop stayin' out late at night
A straighten up and fly right

I'm gonna cut you down to my size
You got one two brown eyes
They hypnotize, oh what eyes
Hypnotize

Yeah-ay-yeah
Yeah-ay-yeah
Whoa oh oh oh whoa whoa
Whoa whoa oh oh oh
Whoa whoa
Oh oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh oh

(Instrumental to end)

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

Baby Please Don't Go

(Joe Williams)

Baby, please don't go
Baby, please don't go
Baby, please don't go
Down to New Orleans
You know I love you so
Baby please don't go

Baby, your mind done gone
Well, your mind done gone
Well, your mind done gone
Left the county farm
You had the shackles on
Baby, please don't go

Before I be your dog
Before I be your dog
Before I be your dog
To git you way down here
I make you walk alone
Baby, please don't go
Hey

Baby, please don't go
Baby, please don't go
Baby, please don't go
Down to New Orleans
You know I love you so
Baby, please don't go

Before I be your dog
Before I be your dog
Before I be your dog
Git you way down here
Make you walk alone
Baby, please don't go

Know how I feel right now
My baby leavin', on that midnight train
And I'm cryin'

Baby, please don't go
Oh, baby please don't go
Baby, please don't go
Down to New Orleans
You know I love you so
Baby, please don't go
Let's go

Before I be your dog
Before I be your dog
Before I be your dog
To git you way down here
I make you walk alone
Baby, please don't go, yeah

Alright

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

Here Comes The Night

(Bert Berns)

Whoa, here it comes
Here comes the night
Here comes the night
Whoa-whoa-whoa-yeah

I could see right out my window
Walkin' down the street, my girl
With another guy

His arm around her
Like it used to be with me
Whoa, it makes me want to die-i

Yeah-yeah-yeah
Well, here it comes
Here comes the night
Here comes the night
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-yeah

There they go
It's funny how they look so good together
Wonder what is wrong with me?
Why can't I, accept the fact she's chosen him
And simply let them be?
Whoa-whoa-whoa

Well, here it comes
Here comes the night
Here comes the night
Whoa-whoa-whoa-yeah

She's with him
He's turning down the lights
And now he's holding her
The way I used to do

I could see, her closing her eyes
And tellin' him lies
Exactly like she told me, too
Yeah-yeah-yeah

Well, here it comes
Here comes the night
The long, the long and lonely night
Night, night, night, night, night, night
FADES-
Whoa, here comes the night
The long, the long, the long and lonely night

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

All For Myself

(Van Morrison)

Well, I love you, love you darlin'
Like I never, whoa, loved before
I wanna get you, yeah, keep you
All for myself, nobody else

Well, sho' 'nuff
I'm gonna take you
Yeah, gon' take you
I'm gonna lead you by-i, the hand

I'm gonna hug you an' squeeze you, baby-yeah
Show you I'm a man
Well-a
It's alright, alright
It's alright, alright
It's alright, all night

Alright, all night
It's alright, it's alright
Feel it, yeah

I wanna keep you
Keep you, baby
I wanna keep you, whoa, satisfied
Walk through the rain, hail an' snow, darlin'
Walk by my side

Well, sho' nuff
It's alright, alright
It's alright, all night
It's alright, all night
It's alright, it's alright
Sho' 'nuff
All night, all night

Bring it on home
Oh, bring it on home, yeah
All night, all night
FADES-
Alright, alright
All night, all right
You're alright all...

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

One More Time

(Van Morrison)

It's been so long
Since I've seen your smile
Made me think about
When you were a child
It won't be long, I'm comin' home
Gonna get you in my arms
And make love to you, darlin', one more time

When I left, you didn't even say good-bye
And the tears kept rollin' from my eye
It won't be long, I'm comin' on home
Gonna get you in my arms
And make love to you, darlin', just one more time
Umm-mm

Yes, it won't be long, I'm comin' on home
Gonna get you in my arms
And make love to you, darlin', just one more time

Well they say, in this here world
There's a girl for ev'ry boy
You're the one, you're the one
That's brought me so much joy

It won't be long, I'm comin' on home
Gonna get you in my arms
And make love to you, darlin', just one more time
Yeah, one more time
One more time
Just, one more time

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

Little Girl

Little girl, little girl
Thought you were on your way to school
Little girl, little girl
Thought you were on your way to school
Do you remember?
You went and broke your teacher's rule

Well, I walked by your classroom
I had to take a look
I stopped a while and watched what you
Had written in your book
'Cause I love ya
An' I don't care, a-what they say

Saw you from my window
Standin' by the big oak tree
I sat an' thought an' wondered, baby
About how it used to be
And miles and miles of golden sand
A-walking, a-talkin', hand in hand
And I've got you, in my soul
I really do believe
I've got you in my soul

Got you
Got you
Got you
I got you, in my soul
In my, a-in my soul
You're so sweet, angel

I got you, a-in my soul
I love you, I need you
Wild child
Oh child
Whoa, child
Oh-oh, child

FADES -
Whoa, child
Whoa, child
Ah-ha
Alright!
Alright
Child

I Gave My Love A Diamond

(Bert Berns, Wes Farrell)

I gave my love a diamond, a ten cent stone
I gave her lonely teardrops and nights alone
I gave my love a promise that had no truth
What good is a promise without no truth?

I gave my love a fortune in silver and gold
I gave it to her lie, by lie, by lie, by lie that I had told
I gave my love a story that had no end
What good is a story that's got no end?
Tell me

I wrote her that we would marry
In about, a-one years time
I wrote her in a boxcar on the Memphis Line
I sent my love a letter without no stamp, ha
And what good is a letter without no stamp?

Good-bye baby
I'm feelin' so alone
I'm movin' on
I ain't got no small change
And don't call me, I'll call you
FADES-
See ya!

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

Go On Home Baby

(Bert Berns, Wes Farrell)

Here she comes on a midnight train
She says she's gotta see me again
She's so young, I know I should send her away
Leave me alone, I say, leave me alone
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Well I feel so broke up, I'm choked up
Go on home, baby

Her hair hangs down so straight
When she moves she looks so great
And nobody else's lips have touched hers, but mine
Leave me alone, I say, leave me alone
Yeah-yeah-yeah
I feel so broke up, I'm choked up
Go on home, baby

Please leave me alone, my baby
Our love is through
Your daddy called me and he says
I'm much too old for you
Please don't cry, oh my baby
Please don't cry, what can I do?

She's walkin' back to the train
Ain't never gonna see her again
I should run, whoa-yeah, and stop her I know
She's goin' home yeah-yeah
She's goin' home and all I say
Well, I feel so broke up, I'm choked up
Go on home, baby

Go on home, baby (I'm so broke up)
I don't wanna see ya 'round (I'm choked up)
FADES-
Around here, no more (I'm broke up baby)
Stay away from my door (I'm so choked up)

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

My LIttle Baby

(Bert Berns, Wes Farrell)

My little baby (oh yeah)
I love you so (uh-huh)
Why did you leave me? (oh no)
Why did you ever go?

So many faces (oh yeah)
Along the way (uh-huh)
But none replaces (oh no)
The one that's gone away, gone away
Gone away from me

I keep countin' the memories of your kisses
Darlin', your picture's in my pocket
And you chain is on my wrist
Forever, an' ever, an' ever, an' ever

My little baby (oh yeah)
Oh baby, you baby (uh-huh)
Around the next corner (oh yeah)
And you're runnin' to me
Runnin' to me

My little baby (oh yeah)
Don't you know I need you so? (uh-huh)
FADES-
I'll never (oh yeah)
I'll never, ever let you go

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

Mystic Eyes

(Van Morrison)

One Sunday mornin'
A-we went walkin'
Down by, the old graveyard
The mornin' fog
I looked into
A-yeah, those mystic eyes

Her mystic eyes
Mystic eyes
Mystic eyes
Mystic, eyes
Mystic eyes
Mystic eyes
Oh, the mystic eyes
Ooh

(Mystic, mystic, mystic, mystic, mystic)

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

Don't Look Back

(John Lee Hooker)

Don't look back
To the days of yester-year
You cannot live on in the past
Don't look back

An' I've known so many people
They're still tryin' to live on in the past
Don't look back, whoa no-oh

If I could call back
All those days of yester-year
I would never grow old
And I'd never be poor
But darlin', those days are gone
Oh yeah

Stop dreaming
And live on in the future
But darlin', a-don't look back
Whoa, no-no
Don't look back
FADES-
Whoa-whoa

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

If You And I Could Be As Two

(Van Morrison)

Spoken: Was on a Sunday
And the autumn leaves were on the ground
I kicked my heart
When I saw you standing there in your dress of blue
The storm was over, my ship sailed through
Sings:
What is this feeling, a-what can I do?

If you an' I, could be relieved
To walk and talk and be deceived
I'd give my all and all
And more I would do, oh yeah
If darlin', only you and I could be as two

If we could dream and by our dreams
Sew this wicked world up at the seams
I'd give my life and more I would do
If darlin', only you and I could be as two

Spoken:
And baby, do you remember
All the good times we had together?
A-walkin' through the park
A-baby then, then we could sing

Give ya' all my money
Ev'rything in the world that I had
You told me, "That don't mean a thing"

If still in darkness we could run
Together, there in that mornin' sun
I'd give my all, my life and ev'rything to you
Whoa-yeah
If darlin', only you and I could be as two

Could be as two
Could be as two
FADES-
Could be as two
Baby

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

I Like It Like That

(Van Morrison)

If ya' want my love, baby please
You gotta give me all, the love you've got
If you want my love, oh
Gotta give me all the love you got
Oh yeah-eah, you know I like it like that
It's okay-yeah, you know I like it like that

Ev'ry Saturday night
When ya' wonder where I'm at
Ev'ry Saturday night
When ya' wonder where I'm at
Don't call me, all call you
I like it like that
When I'm feelin' sad and lonely, too
I like it like that
Yeah-hey-hey

If ya' need me baby
Just pick up that phone
Don't tell your friends about us
Just wanna be alone
Don't tell your friends, baby
Just wanna be alone

Yeah, I like it like that
Like it like that, that-that-that
Like it like that, oh like it like that
Like it like that, an' you know it, yeah
Like it like that, an' you know it, yeah-hey-hey
Like it like that, an' you know it, yeah
Like it like that, an' you know it
FADES-
Like it like that, an' you know it
Like it like that, yeah

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

I'm Gonna Dress In Black

I'm walking the long road to Georgia,
Yeah, the long road that's taking me back.
Gonna live in the hills, far away in the hills,
And I'm gonna dress in black.

Way high in the hills in Georgia,
Gonna live in an old tin shack.
Nobody I'll see and no one will see me
And I'm gonna dress in black.

'Cause I went down big city,
Had money, had money in my sack,
Found a girl so fine I thought she was mine,
But she left me without my shirt to my back.

Way out in the hills in Georgia,
I'll live in my old tin shack.
I'll think of the time that woman was mine
And I'm gonna dress in black, yeah.

'Cause I went, I went down the big city,
I had money, had money in my sack,
Found a girl so fine I thought she was mine,
But she left me without my shirt to my back.

Yeah, way out, way out in the hills in Georgia
I'll live in my old tin shack.
I'm gonna think of the time that woman was mine
And I'm gonna dress in black.

Yeah, I'm gonna dress in black,
Oh yeah, I'm gonna, I'm gonna dress in black,
Baby, I ...

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

(Get Your Kicks On) Route 66

If you ever plan to motor west
Take my way that's the highway that's the best,
Get your kicks on Route 66.

Well, it winds from Chicago to L.A.
More than 2000 miles of motorway,
Get your kicks on Route 66.

Well, it winds from St. Louis down to Missouri
Oklahoma City looks mighty pretty.
You'll see Amarillo, Gallup, New Mexico,
Flagstaff, Arizona don't forget Winona,
South Barstow an' San Bernardino.

Would you get hip to this kinda tip
Baby take that California trip,
Get your kicks on Route 66, oh!

Well, it winds from St. Louis down to Missouri
Oklahoma City looks mighty pretty.
You'll see Amarillo and Gallup New Mexico,
Flagstaff Arizona, don't forget Pamona,
South Park Garden and San Bernardino.

Would you get hip to this kinda tip
Yeah baby take that California trip
Get your kicks on Route 66

Get your kicks on Route 66,
Get your kicks on Route 66, yeah,
Get your kicks on Route 66,
You wanna get your kicks on Route 66, yeah, yeah.

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

Just A Little Bit

(Del Gordon)

I don't want it all
I just want a little bit
No, I don't want it all
I just want a little bit
A-just an eenie-weenie bit, baby
A teenie-weenie bit of your love

Turn the lights down low
Baby, a-just one kiss
Honey, then I know
I just can't resist
A-just an eenie-weenie bit, baby
A teenie-weenie bit of your love

I wanna love you forever
I just want peace of mind
Say you'll leave me never
A-honey, be so kind
I just want an eenie-weenie bit, baby
A teenie-weenie bit of your love

Early in the mornin'
Yeah, I want a little bit
Yeah, an' all night long
I want, I want a little bit, yeah
A little bit
A-just an eenie-weenie bit
A teenie-weenie bit of your love

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

You Just Can't Win

One more coffee
One more cigarette
One more morning trying to forget.
If I had the chance
To join your dance
I wouldn't like to bet,
Your game is something yet
It's a shame,
Ain't natural for you,
Baby, it's a sin,
You know you just can't win
When you are in.

You used to ride on buses
Take a tube to Camden Town.
Now you go by aeroplane
Don't let nothing bring you down.
It's a shame,
Ain't natural for you,
Baby, it's a sin,
Don't you know you just can't win
When you are in.

Now the road is dark and lonely,
But you got a pearl light mode.
You're up in Park Lane now
And I'm somewhere around
In Tottenham Court Road.
It's a shame,
Ain't natural for you,
Baby, it's a sin,
Don't you know you just can't win
When you are in.
No, you just can't win,
No, you just can't win
When you are in.

Bright Lights Big City

(Jimmy Reed)

Bright lights big city
A-went to my baby's head
Bright lights, big city
A-went to my baby's head

I tried to tell her, mama
But she wouldn't hear a word I said
So long, pretty baby
You're gonna need my help, someday
So long, pretty baby
You're gonna need my help, someday

Gonna wish you'd had a-listened
Somethin' that I have to say
Go on, pretty baby
An' knock yourself out
Go ahead, pretty baby
You don't know what love is all about

Bright lights, big city
A-went to my baby's head
Bright lights, big city
A-went to my baby's head
Tried to tell her, mama
But she wouldn't hear a word I said

Bright lights, big city
A-went to my baby's head
Bright lights, big city
A-went to my baby's head

Tried to tell her, mama
But she wouldn't hear a word I said
Go ahead, pretty baby
A-knock yourself out
Go on, pretty baby
You don't know what love is all about

Bright lights, big city
A-went to my baby's head
Bright lights, big city
Went to my baby's head
Tried to tell her, mama
But she wouldn't hear a word, that I said

Bright lights, a-big city went to my, baby's head

Aah, she warned me
Now listen, to what I heard
My mama said
FADES-
A-she want me
Right there, home in bed
Right here

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

Baby What You Want Me To Do

(Jimmy Reed)

You got me runnin'
You got me hidin'
You got me run, hide, hide, run
Anyway you want and I'll roll
A-yeah, yeah, yeah
You got me doin' what you want me
A-baby what you want me to do?

You got me up
You got me down
You got me up, down, down, up
Anyway you want and I'll roll
A-yeah, yeah, yeah
You got me doin' what you want me
A-baby what you want me to do?

You got me peepin'
You got me hidin'
You got me peep, hide, hide, peep
Anyway you want and I'll go
A-yeah, yeah, yeah
You got me doin' what you want me
A-baby what you want me to do? (yeah)

(Instrumental)

You got me up
You got me down
You got me up, down, down up
Anyway you want and I'll go
A-yeah, yeah, yeah
You got me doin' what you want me
A-baby what you want me to do?

You got me peepin'
You got me hidin'
You got me peep, hide, hide, peep
Anyway you want and I'll go
A-yeah, yeah, yeah
You got me doin' what you want me
Baby what you want me to do?

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

I'm Gonna Dress In Black (alternate mix)

(M. Gillon)

I'm walking the long road to Georgia
Yeah the long road that's takin' me back
Gonna live in the hills far away in the hills
And I'm gonna dress in black

Way high in the hills in Georgia
Gonna live in a old tin shack
Nobody I'll see and no one will see me
And I'm gonna dress in black

'Cause I went down big city
Had money, had money in my sack
Found a girl so fine, thought she was mine
But she left me without a shirt to my back

Way out in the hills in Georgia
I'll live in my old tin shack
I'll think of the time that woman was mine
And I'm gonna dress in black, yeah

(Instrumental)

'Cause I went, I went down the big city,
I had money, had money in my sack
Found a girl so fine I thought she was mine
But she left me without a shirt to my back

Yeah, way out, way out in the hills in Georgia
I'll live in my old tin shack
I'm gonna think of the time that woman was mine
And I'm gonna dress in black

Yeah, I'm gonna dress in black
Yeah, I'm gonna a dress in black
FADES
Whoa yeah, I, I'm gonna
I'm gonna dress in...

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

One More Time (alternate stereo mix)

(Van Morrison)

It's been so long
Since I seen ya smilin'
Made me think about, when you were a child
It won't be long, I'm comin' home
Gonna get you in my arms
And make love, to you darlin'
One more time

When I left, you didn't even say goodbye
The tears kept rollin' from my eyes
It won't be long, I'm comin' on home
Gonna get you in my arms and make love
To you darlin' just one more time, umm

(Instrumental)

Yes, it won't be long
I'm comin' on home
Gonna get you in my arms
And make love to you you darlin'
Just one more time

Spoken:
Well they say, in this here world
There's a girl for every boy
You're the one, you're the one
Who's brought me so much joy

It won't be long
I'm comin' on home
Gonna get you in my arms
I'll make love to you darlin'
Just one more time, yeah
One more time
One more time
Just one more time

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

Little Girl (alternate version)

(Van Morrison)

Little girl, little girl, little girl
You were on your way to school
Little girl, yes you were on your way to school
You went and broke
You went and broke your teacher's rule

I passed by your classroom
Just had to take a look
And I watched, looked
What you had writ' in your book
'Cause I love ya
And I don't care, what they say
I don't care what, what they say

I saw you from a window
Standing at the, the big oak tree
Stood and thought and wondered
How it used to be
Just-a you and me
In the golden sand
A-walkin', talkin', hand in hand
And I got you
Got you in my soul

In my
In my
In my
In my soul
In my soul

I need ya
An' I don't care what they say
Got you in my soul
14 years old
14 years
Oh baby
I got you
In my
In my
Oh in my soul, yeah
In my
In my soul
Yeah, hey hey
Oh, all right
I need you
Need you
Alright
Oh alright
Oh
Oh
Yeah

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

How Long Baby

(M. Gillon)

How long, how long baby,
Can this love of ours go on?
How long, how long baby,
'Cause I know, I know you've been doin' me wrong

You've been seen all over town
Playin' the field puttin' me down
How long can this go on?

How long, how long baby
Must you treat me like a fool?
How long, how long baby,
Don't you know, you're breakin' the rules?

Do you think it's only a game?
The way that you're actin',
You'll drive me insane,
How long can this go on?

(Instrumental)

I wanna know, how long, how long baby,
Must you tear my soul apart?
How long, how long baby,
When you break, when you break my heart

Oh won't you, change your ways,
Come on back, let me hear you say
That we will start anew

I need you so, I need you so
I need you so, whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

(It Won't Hurt) Half As Much

(Bert Berns)

I've been up and and down the highway
And I've seen what a man can do
To some little girl along the byway
That's why I sing this song to you

If you find your baby's gone
And you don't know where or when
You wonder, yes you wonder
If you'll ever see him again
Just remember, remember
These simple words I brought

Soon it won't hurt half as much
No it won't hurt half as much
No it won't hurt half as much as you thought

'Cause I been up and down the highway
And I watch them as they pass by
Broken hearts and I wish that they'd go my way
I'd save them every little teardrop they cry

Won't you listen?
If you think you can't go on
And life ain't got it for you no more
You're waitin' every night
For him to come walkin' through that door

Just remember, remember
These simple words that I brought
Soon it won't hurt half as much
No it won't hurt half as much
No it won't hurt half as much as you thought

Well, it won't hurt half as much
No, it won't hurt half as much
Lord, it won't hurt half as much as you though
FADES
And everytime you're sad, you cry
You feel like you...

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

Something You Got

(Chris Kenner)

Something you got baby
You ought to know
It's something you got baby
Make me wanna be sold

Something you got baby
And you ought to know
A whoa whoa whoa whoa
I said, my my, whoa whoa
I love you so

Well it's something you got baby
Make me work hard everyday, everyday
Something you got baby
Make me bring home my pay yeah

And something you got baby
You ought to know
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
I said a my my, whoa whoa
I love you so
Hey, hey, hey

(Instrumental)

Well it's something you got baby
Make me come home every night, every night, every night
It's something you got baby
Make me wanna feel alright, feel alright

Something you got
And you ought to know
Oh whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I said a my my, whoa whoa
My my my my my my, whoa whoa
I said a my my, whoa whoa
My my my my my my, whoa whoa
I said a my my, whoa whoa
I love you so

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

Call My Name

(Tommy Scott)

When this old world has let you down
And friends no longer want you around
When you feel burdened down with care
And troubles seem so hard to bear

Call my name hear me talkin' to ya baby
Call my name, yeah-hey-yeah, call my name
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh
And I'll be there

When everything that you try has failed
And you never even get no mail
When life to you seems such a bore
And blues come calling 'round your door

Call my name hear me talkin' to ya baby
Call my name, yeah-yeah-yeah, call my name
Whoa oh oh oh yeah
Yeah, I'll be there

(Instrumental)

If you feel that you're all alone
And sick inside away from home
When you no longer want to try
Or care if you should live or die

Call my name hear me talkin' to ya baby
Call my name, yeah-yeah-yeah, and I'll be there
Right there, where I belong
FADES
All you gotta do is call me
All you gotta do is call me

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

Turn On Your Lovelight

(Deardric Malone, Joseph Scott)

Got a woman, broke my heart
Took it darlin' , tore it apart
You left me sitting by the fire cryin'
You said your love for me was dyin'

And I'm beggin' you baby
Baby please
I'm beggin' you baby
I'm down on my knees

Turn on your light
Let is shine on me
Turn on your love light
Let it shine on me
Let it shine, shine, shine
Let it shine

Now I wanna know
I gotta know baby
Feel alright
Feel alright
And I ah-woo, feel alright

(Instrumental)

Feel alittle lonely in the middle of the night
I need you darlin' everything alright
Turn on your light
Let it shine on me
Turn on your love light
Let it shine on me

Alittle bit higher (turn on your lovelight)
Alittle bit higher (turn on your lovelight)
Alittle bit higher (turn on your lovelight)
Alittle bit higher baby (turn on your lovelight)

Alittle bit higher (turn on your lovelight)
Alittle bit higher (turn on your lovelight)
I wanna know yeah (turn on your lovelight)
I gotta know (turn on your lovelight)

She's all that I need (turn on your lovelight)
She's all that I need (turn on your lovelight)
All that I need (turn on your lovelight)
Ooo, alright (turn on your lovelight)
FADES
Yeah (turn on your lovelight)

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

I Put A Spell On You

(Screamin' Jay Hawkins)

I put a spell on you
'Cause you're mine
Bi-a-do-ya, di-a-do-ya, dia-do-a, dia-do-a
You better stop the things you do
And I ain't lyin', no I ain't lyin'

I can't stand it
Your runnin' around
You should know better mama
I can't stand it
Since you put me down

I put a spell on you
Because you're mine

(Instrumental)

Do I love ya
Do I love ya
Do I love ya
Oh my
And always care if you don't want me
I said I'm yours right now

I put a spell on you
Because, bi-a-doot, di-a-doot, di-a-doo
You're mine

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

I Got A Woman

(Ray Charles)

Whoa sometime, sometimes I get a little worried
Well, but I wanna tell ya all, it's alright, yeah

'Cause I got a woman way across town
She's good to me, she's good to me
I got a woman way 'cross town
She's alright, she's alright

She's my baby, don't ya understand?
'Cause you know I'm her lovin' man
I got a woman way 'cross town
She's good to me, yes she is

Save her lovin', kissin' and a huggin'
Just for me, yes she does
Save her lovin', early in the mornin'
Just for me, whoa yeah

She's my baby
Don't ya understand?
Well ya know I'm her lovin' man
Well I got a woman, right here in town
She's alright, ready

Hey!

(Instrumental)

She's there to love me
Both day and night
She never grumbles or fusses
Always treats me right

Never on the streets
Leavin' me alone
She knows a woman's place
Right back there in her home

Got a woman way across town
She loves me
She's my lady

I got a woman, way across town
She good to me, she good to me
She's my baby
Don't ya understand?
Lord, ya know I'm her lovin' man
Got a little woman, way across town
She alright, she alright

Hey hey, oh yeah

Hey, oh yeah

Cryin' whoa, whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
She's alright
Yes she is
She's alright

You're alright
You're alright, you're alright
You're alright, you're alright
You're alright
FADES
An alright, an alright
An alright, I got a woman...

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

Out Of Sight

(James Brown)

Got your high-heel sneakers on
You know you're steppin' new
Got your high-heel sneakers on
You know you're steppin' new
Oh Lord, you're alright, you're alright
You know you're outta sight

The way you shake that thang, baby
The way you're steppin' too
They way you shake that thing mama
The way you're steppin too
Oh Lord, you're too much
You know you're outta sight

Yeah, hey hey

(Instrumental)

Woo!

(Instrumental)

You're a crazy little mama
And in our neighborhood
Yeah, crazy little mama
'Round about our neighborhood
You know you're alright, you're alright
Lord, you're outta sight

Yeah hey hey
You're alright, yeah yeah
Alright, alright, alright
You're outta sight baby
You're out, you're outta, outta sight
FADES
You're out, outta sight
You're alright, you're outta sight

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

It's All Over Now Baby Blue

(Bob Dylan)

You must leave now take what you need
You think will last
But whatever you wish to keep you better grab it fast

Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
Crying like a fire in the sun
Look out baby, the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now baby blue

The highway is for gamblers better use your sense
Take what you have gathered from coincidence
The empty handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
The sky too is fallin in over you- ooo
And it's all over now baby blue

(Instrumental)

Leave your stepping stones behind
There's something that calls for you
Forget the debt you left that will not follow you

Your lover who has just walked through the door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor
The carpet too is foldin' over you
And it's all over now baby blue

Well strike another match, yeah, go start a-new
Go start a-new
'Cause it's all over now baby blue
Hey, hey, yeah
It's all over, it's all over now baby blue
It's all over, it's all over now oh yeah
FADES
It's all over now, it's all over now baby blue

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

Bad Or Good

(Van Morrison)

Everybody got some soul
I don't care if they're young or old
Gotta hold on when all is gone
Make out like it's fine

While we say yeah (bad or good)
Oh yeah (bad or good)
Yeah (bad or good)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (bad or good)
That'll ever happen (bad or good)
Everybody (bad or good) sometimes
Oh, oh yeah

Don't even have to say one word
And it ain't nothin' that we've seen or heard
Get out, get out, jump and shout
They'd like to know what it's all about

Just say yeah (bad or good)
Oh yeah (bad or good)
And it's alright baby (bad or good)
It's gonna happen (bad or good)
Everybody (bad or good)
Sometimes (bad or good)
Some sweet time, ooo-ooo

(Instrumental)

If there's something baby
You want me to do
Come on over here and I'll see about you
Yeah I'll make ya shake it all about
Jump and shout

Just say yeah (bad or good)
Oh yeah (bad or good)
Wah ooo (bad or good, bad or good)
That'll happen, everybody (bad or good)
Sometime (bad or good)
FADES
At sometime (bad or good)
Oh yeah yeah (bad or good)
Oh yeah (bad or good)

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

Hello Josephine

(Antoine "Fats" Domino & Dave Bartholomew)

Hello Josephine,
A how do you do?
Do you remember me baby,
Like I remember you?
You used to laugh at me
I was a fool, fool, fool

You used to shake it over yonder
A by the railroad track
A when it rained you couldn't walk
I had to tote ya on my back
It was a cryin' shame
You had to be like that

(Instrumental)

Hello Josephine,
A how do you do?
Do you remember me baby,
Just like I remember you?
You used to laugh at me
It was a cryin' shame

Whoa, Josephine
Hey yeah yeah yeah
Whoa, sayin'
Hey now
Whoa, Josephine
A what a cryin' shame

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

Don't You Know

(Tommy Scott)

Don't ya know, don't ya know
That it hurts to be treated like a fool?
A don't ya know, don't ya know
That it's mean and it's oh so cruel?/P>

When you said you were home
It was just a lie
You were seen on the town
With another guy
Gonna break my heart in two
Oh baby don't ya know?

A don't ya know, don't ya know
That your cheatin's breakin' us apart?
A don't ya know, don't ya know
That you'll tear my soul apart?
Why must you go foolin' 'round every other boy
And just push me away like a broken toy
Baby feel so bad inside, oh baby don't ya know?

(Instrumental)

Oh don't ya know, don't ya know
It's a foolish thing that you do?
A don't ya know, don't ya know
Fate could easily turn on you?
'Cause they say it's a game more than one can play
And you might be the one to get hurt someday
It could be your turn to cry
Oh baby don't ya know?

Oh don't ya know oh oh baby
Don't ya know?
FADES
You're gonna get hurt some day-a-a-a-yeah-yeah, yeah

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

Hey Girl

(Van Morrison)

Let's go walking where the boats go by
And watch them sail across the bay
Let me hold your hand in the morning fog
Little child I want to walk your dog

Hey, hey girl
Hey, hey girl
You're so young
I don't know what to do

And let's go walking up that mountain slope
And look down on the city down below
I will make a fool of you

Hey, hey girl
Hey, hey girl
You're so young
You make me lose my mind

Hey, a-ha, there goes your baby sister
FADES-
Lookin'

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

Bring 'Em On In

(Van Morrison)

Spoken:
All these wise guys tryin-a put us down
We gonna bring 'em on in
An' bring 'em on home

Sings:
See them stumblin' by the way side
See them stumblin' by the way side
Though it won't sail, 'cross the water, yeah
Row-in boats a-cross the water
Pick them up baby, row them on
Bring 'em on in, bring 'em on home

Well, I was drivin', in my Jag-u-ar
Do-in' ninety miles an hour
I was drivin' up a clear way
It was just my luckiest day
An I, kept speed up
An I, rowed these boats
A-bring 'em on in
A-bring 'em on in

Bi-do-a, di-do-a, di-do-a-do

(Instrumental & sax & guitar solo)

Now, I went walkin' down by Queensway
When I met a friend of mine
He said, "Come on back, back to my pad
We will have a nice time
If you pick me up, row me on
Bring me in, bring me in

When I stepped off the boat
And I walked upon the, dry land
Slowly, to the carpark
And I jumped in, outta my mind
Outta my mind
Bring 'em in, bring 'em on in, bring 'em in

Ay-ooo-lotta, ooo-li-otta, ooo-li-otta, ooo-li-otta
Ooo-li-otta, ooo-ah

Bring 'em in baby, bring 'em on in
Hey-hey now
Bring 'em on home
Bring 'em in, hey-hey-hey
Bring 'em on home, all right
Bring 'em on home

I said, pick me up, baby
Row me home, bring me in, hey

Bi-do-a, i-ooo-le, ooo-le-a, ooo-le-a
Ooo-la-te-do-da-la
Alright
FADES-
Bi-oh-da-e-da-ee-da-ooo-a-la
Alright

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

Times Gettin' Tougher Than Tough

(Witherspoon)

A well money's gettin' cheaper
Price is gettin' steeper
I found a little woman
But I just couldn't keep her

Times gettin' tougher than tough
Times gettin' rougher than rough
Well I make alot of money
I just keep spendin' the stuff

Oh well pork chops on the market
Ask the butcher for a pound
I couldn't get no pork chop
When I laid my money down

Times gettin' tougher than tough
Times gettin' rougher than rough
Well I make alot of money
I just keep spendin' the stuff

(Instrumental)

Oh well the politicans say
Get the people on their feet
They wanna cut the price
And let the people eat

Times gettin' tougher than tough
The times gettin' rougher than rough
But I make alot of money
Just keep spendin' the stuff

Well I can't afford to live
I guess I'll have to try
Undertakers got a union
And it cost too much to die

Times gettin' tougher than tough
Well times gettin' rougher than rough
Well I make alot of money
Just keep spendin' the stuff

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

Stormy Monday

(T. Bone Walker)

Call it stormy Monday
Lord, but Tuesday's just as bad
You know they call it stormy Monday
Lord, but Tuesday's just as bad
And Wednesday's are worse
And Thursday's oh so sad

The eagle flies on Friday
Lord, and Saturday we go out and play
The eagle flies on Friday
Well, Lord, and Saturday we go out an play
Uh-huh-huh

And Sunday we go to church
And I kneel down and pray
And this is what I say:

Look, Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy on me
I do
I cry Lord have mercy
Lord, have mercy on me, on me, um
You know I'm tryin', tryin' to find my baby
Won't somebody please send her on home to me?
Oh Lord

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

Friday's Child

From the North
to the South,
ya' walked all the way.
Ya' know ya' left your,
left your home
for good to stay,
while ya' built all,
all of your castles
in the sun,
and I watched ya' knock 'em down,
knock 'em down, each and every one.
Whoa-oh, Friday's child
ya' can't stop now.
No.
Whoa-oh, Friday's child
ya' can't stop now.

And I watched you
'fore you 'came too ol' (??)
and I tol' ya'
a long time before ya' ever came to be told,
"You've got somethin'
that they all wanna know.
You gotta hold on
and never ever let go."
Whoa-oh, Friday's child
ya' can't stop now.
No, no.
Whoa-oh, Friday's child
ya' cannot stop now,
ya' can't stop.

There ya' go,
there ya' go, rainbows hangin' around your feet,
and you're makin' out,
you're makin' out with everyone that you meet.
even havin' a ball
and stayin' up late,
and watched the sun come up
'round Nottinghill Gate.
Whoa-oh, Friday's child
ya' can't stop now.
No, no.
Whoa-oh, Friday's child
ya' cannot stop.
You're drivin'.
Aaowwh,
no no no no no no no no no,
ya' cannot stop now.
You're too much.
Ya' can't stop, ya' can't stop, ya' can't stop, can't stop, no.

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

Richard Cory

(Paul Simon)

They say that Richard Cory
Owns one-half of this here town
With political connections
Spread his wealth around

Born into society, a banker's only child
He had everything a man could want
Power, grace and style

But I, work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm livin'
And I curse my poverty
That I wish that I could be
Yeah, I wish that I could be
Lord, I wish that I could be, Richard Cory

Paper's print his pictures
Almost everywhere he go
Richard Cory at the opera
Richard Cory at the show

And the rumours of his a-parties
And the orgies on his yacht
Well, he surely must be happy
With everythang that he has got

But I, work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm livin'
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
I wish that I could be, yea-ah
I wish that I could be, Richard Cory

He freely gave to charity
And had that common touch
They were grateful for his patronage
And thanked him very much

So my mind was filled with wonder
When the evenin' headlines read
That Richard Cory went home last night
And put a bullet through his head, hu

But I, I, I, work in his factory
And I, I don't don't dig the life I'm livin'
And I don't dig my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Yeah, an' I wish that I could be
Well, wish that I could be, Richard Cory

Ay-hey, I wish that I could be
I wish that I could be
Sometime, I wish that I could be
A-just like a-Richard Cory
Just li-iiiiiiike, a-Richard Cory
A-Richard Cory
FADES
A-Richard Cory
Just like Richard Cory

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

My Lonely Sad Eyes

(Van Morrison)

Fill me my cup
And I'll drink your sparkling wine
Pretendin' everything is fine
'Till I see your sad eyes

Throw me a kiss
Across a crowded room
Some sunny windswept afternoon
There's none too soon for me to miss
My sad eyes
Woah-ooh-woo, not fair eyes
Are glad eyes, but you my sad eyes

Fortunate and free
And there go you and I
Between the umber sky
But who are you and I
To wonder why we do so?
My sad eyes, lonely

Oh, what a story
The moon in all it's glory
This song I sing it everything
For you my sad eyes

You'd better, fill me my cup
And I'll drink your sparkling wine
Pretendin' everything is fine
'Till I see your sad eyes

Whoa-ooh-woo
Not fair eyes, are glad eyes
But you my sad eyes
Lonely sad eyes

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

I Can Only Give You Everything

(Scott/Coulter)

I can't give you more than what I've got
I can't expect to give what I have not
I-I-I can only give ya lovin' 'till the sun goes down
And, until the leaves of summer turn to shades of brown

I try and I try
But baby, you know that I
Can only give you evra'thing

I can't argue with you to a-understand
'Cause afterall, I am just a man
A you-ooo-ooo are on my mind
When stars appear and shadows fall
And when ev'ra little flower close
And no birds call
I try and I try
But baby, you know that I
Can only give you evra'thing

(Instrumental)

I'll do anything you want me to do
'Cause I don't want to know there's life without you
Ooh, ooh, ooh,
Don't ever go and leave me in this world alone
I-I-I'd be like a little child if I was on my own

I try and I try
But baby you know that I
Can only give you evra'thing

Evra'thing, baby
A little bit of this, a little bit of that
And evra'thing
Ooh, ooh, ooh
FADES
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Whoa, ooh, ooh
Whoa, ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

Could You, Would You

(Van Morrison)

Could you, a-would you
Um, hold me in your arms
A-show me all your charms
Or make me sad or make-a me blue

Could you love me
Like I love you-ooo
Like I love you-ooo-ooo

Could you, a-would you
Um, a-squeeze a-hold me tight
A-love me all through the night
And never ever let me go

Could you love me
Like I love you so
Like I love you so, oh

Every time I see you walkin' down my avenue
I say, "Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, are you alright?"
And you say, "How do ya do?"
Just like ya always do
And if I had ya in my arms tonight

Could you, a-would you,
Um hold, hold me oh so near
While I whisper in your ear
The sweet words you long to hear

Could you love me
Like I love you-ooo-ooo
Like I love you-ooo-ooo
Oh

(Instrumental)

Could you, a-would you
Um ho-old me oh so near
While I whisper in your ear
The sweet words you long to hear

Could you love me
Like I love you-ooo-ooo
Like I love you-ooo-ooo

Jus-jus-jus-just just like I love you
Just just, just like I love you, baby
FADES
Just, just, just like I love you

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

Bring 'Em On In (alternate US version)

(Van Morrison)

Spoken:
All these wise guys tryin-a put us down
We gonna bring 'em on in, yeah!
An' bring 'em on home

Sings:
See them stumblin' by the wayside
See them stumblin' by the wayside
Though it won't sail, 'cross the water
See them stumblin' by the wayside
Pick them up, baby, row them home
Bring 'em on in, bring 'em on in

I was drivin', in my Jag-u-ar
Do-in' ninety miles an hour
I was drivin', on a clear way
On a clear day, on a field day
I picked speed up baby, row me home
Bring 'em on in, bring 'em on in

(Instrumental & sax solo)

Bi-do-I-I, ooo'd-le-ah, ooo'd-le-ah, doo'd-le-ah , doo'd-le-ah

Hey-hey!
Hey-hey, sail 'em

I went walkin', down by Queensway
When I met a friend of mine, and said
"Come on back, back to my pad
I just got some, I just got some'
I said, 'Pick me up, roll me home
Turn me on, turn me on!"

When I stepped off the platform
And I walked to the car-park
Slowly, cool, cool, yeah
Outta my mind, outta my mind
Outta my mind, ravin'

Bi-do-di-di, do-de-le-ah, do-de-le-ah, do

Bring 'em on in
Bring 'em on in
Yeah-yeah!

Bring 'em on in
Send 'em back
Turn 'em on
Roll 'em home

Yeah, yeah!
Baby, bring 'em on in
Bring 'em on in

Hey-hey!
Bring 'em on in
A-bring 'em on
Hey-hey!
Yeah, alright
FADES-
Yeah, alright

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

Richard Cory (alternate version)

(Paul Simon)

Say that Richard Cory
Owns one-half of this here town
With political connections
To spread his wealth around
Born into society, a banker's only child
He had everything a man could want
Power, grace and style

But I, I work in his factory
And I curse the life that I'm livin'
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Yeah, hey I wish that I could be
Lord, I wish that I could be, Richard Cory

The paper's print his picture
Everywhere he go
Richard Cory at the opera
Richard Cory at the show
And the rumours of his parties
And orgies on his yacht
Heart and soul he must be happy
With everything that he has got

But I, I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm livin'
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Yeah, wish that I could be
Lord, I wish that I could be, Richard Cory

He freely give to charity And had the common touch
They were grateful for his patronage
And thanked him very much
So my mind was filled with wonder
When the evenin' headlines read
That Richard Cory went home last night
And put a bullet through his head, hu

But I, I, work in his factory
And I don't dig the life I'm livin'
I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
And I wish that I could be
Well, I wish that I could be, Richard Cory

Yeah, I wish that I could be
Lord, I wish that I could be
Yeah, I wish that I could be
Yes, oh I wish that I could be
Just like Richard Cory

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

Call My Name (alternate single version)

(Tommy Scott)

When this old world has let you down
And friends no longer want you around
When you feel burdened down with care
And troubles seem so hard to bear

Call my name
Hear me talkin' to ya baby
Call my name
Don't ya hear what I'm sayin'?
Call my name
A-whoa-oh-oh-oh
(Call my name)
And I'll be there

If ya feel that you're all alone
And sick inside away from home
When you no longer want to try
Or care if you should live or die

Call my name
Hear me talkin' to ya baby
Call my name
Don't ya hear what I'm sayin'?
Call my name
A whoa-woah-oh-oh
(Call my name) yeah
An I'll be there

Yeah

(Instrumental)

When evra'thing that you try has failed
And you never even get no mail
Well life to you seems such a bore
And blues come callin' 'round your door

Call my name
Hear me talkin' to ya baby
(Call my name)
Call my name
Don't you hear what I'm sayin'?
Call my name
Any time ya need me (call my name)
Anytime ya want me baby
All ya gotta do is (call my name) call me
FADES
All ya gotta do is (call my name) call me
An I be right there

(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

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