easy and gracefully high in the great canvas space. Jocko looked up with a tear in his heart and, Lord, he wished he could fly For she never looked down at
(John Hadley) High heel shoes, so sheik and elegant, tapping on the floor beneath the table of the fancy restaurant. The maitre d' brings the phone
better in Rangoon (in Rangoon) Down where Salty Sam from Turkistan had organized a marching band of Mau Maus in the Crazy Horse Saloon. They harmonized
(Brownie Macintosh) [Chorus:] Rollin' river, tell me, what do you see on your long, long journey from the mountains to the sea? Do you sparkle in the
gonna move way down South where it's too hot to, 'cause I don't like to work. [Chorus:] It's not just because I'm lazy. It's not just because I'm crazy
(Bjoern Uluaeus/Benny Anderssen) You and I can share the silence, finding comfort together the way old friends do. After fights and words of violence
forever. Just like Paul Revere.) He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston. He's the man who never returned. Charlie handed in his dime at the
(Alan J. Lerner/Frederick Loewe) Away out here they've got a name for rain and wind and fire. The rain is Tess, the fire's Joe. They call the wind Maria
(Dave Guard) One, two, and three jolly coachmen sat at an English tavern. Three jolly coachmen sat at an English tavern, And they decided, and they
hurry home again. If the good Lord worked all night a-makin' me a female plan, I'd say, "No, thanks, Lord. I'll just keep Ann." How could I ever look at
(Harold Payne/Edgar Pease/Mike Scarpiello) Well, I just got home and I feel like I want to get back on the plane 'Cause I just can't forget about the
(Woody Guthrie) [Chorus:] Well, it's hard. Ain't it hard? Ain't it hard (oh, yes) to love one who never did love you. Well, it's hard. Ain't it hard
time I'm gone. I'll be home tonight so I won't be worried long! [Chorus] Well, Bobby's in the living room, holding hands with Sue. Nickie's at that
hard fighting men both of honor and of fame. She flew the Stars and Stripes of the land of the free, but tonight she's in her grave at the bottom of the
(Billy Edd Wheeler/Jed Peters) [Spoken:] He rode easy in the saddle. He was tall and lean, and at first you'd a-thought nothing but a streak of mean
them chilly winds don't blow. [Chorus] I'm leavin' in the springtime, won't be back till fall. If I can forget you, I might not come back at all. Out
