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Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River Life is old there, older than the trees Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take me home, country roads All my memories gather round her Miner's lady, stranger to blue water Dark and dusty, painted on the sky Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take me home, country roads I hear her voice, in the morning hour she calls me The radio reminds me of my home far away And driving down the road I get a feeling That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take me home, country roads Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take me home, country roads Take me home, down country roads Take me home, down country roads Songwriters: Bill Danoff / John Denver / Taffy Nivert Danoff
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When I was a little bitty boy just up off the floor
We used to go down to grandma's house every month end or so We'd have chicken pie, country ham Homemade butter on the bread But the best thing about grandma's house Was the great big feather bed It was nine feet high and six feet wide And soft as a downy chick It was made from the feathers of forty 'leven geese Took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick It could hold eight kids and four hound dogs And a piggy we stole from the shed We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun On grandma's feather bed After supper we'd sit around the fire, the old folks'd bit the shoe Pa would talk about the farm and the war And granny'd sing a ballad or two And I'd sit and listen and watch the fire till the cobwebs filled my head Next thing I'd know I'd wake up in the morning In the middle of the old feather bed It was nine feet high and six feet wide And soft as a downy chick It was made from the feathers of forty 'leven geese Took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick It could hold eight kids and four hound dogs And a piggy we stole from the shed We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun On grandma's feather bed Well, I love my ma and I love my pa, I love granny and grandpa too I've been fishin' with my uncles, I wrestled my cousin I even kissed Aunt Lou, ew! But if I ever had to make a choice I guess it oughta be said That I'd trade them all plus the gal down the road For grandma's feather bed I'd trade them all plus the gal down the road It was nine feet high and six feet wide And soft as a downy chick It was made from the feathers of forty 'leven geese Took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick It could hold eight kids and four hound dogs And a piggy we stole from the shed We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun On grandma's feather bed We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun On grandma's feather bed [Intro]
Here comes the sun (doo doo doo doo) Here comes the sun, and I say It's all right [Verse 1] Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here Here comes the sun Here comes the sun, and I say It's all right [Verse 2] Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here Here comes the sun Here comes the sun, and I say It's all right [Bridge] Sun, sun, sun, here it comes Sun, sun, sun, here it comes Sun, sun, sun, here it comes Sun, sun, sun, here it comes Sun, sun, sun, here it comes [Verse 3] Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear Here comes the sun Here comes the sun, and I say It's all right [Outro] Here comes the sun Here comes the sun It's all right It's all right Two of us riding nowhere
Spending someone's Hard earned pay Two of us Sunday driving Not arriving On our way back home We're on our way home We're on our way home We're going home Two of us sending postcards Writing letters On my wall You and me burning matches Lifting latches On our way back home We're on our way home We're on our way home We're going home You and I have memories Longer than the road that stretches out ahead Two of us wearing raincoats Standing so low In the sun You and me chasing paper Getting nowhere On our way back home We're on our way home We're on our way home We're going home I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden in the shade He'd let us in, knows where we've been In his octopus' garden in the shade I'd ask my friends to come and see An octopus' garden with me I'd like to be under the sea In an octopus' garden in the shade. We would be warm below the storm In our little hideaway beneath the waves Resting our head on the sea bed In an octopus' garden near a cave We would sing and dance around Because we know we can't be found I'd like to be under the sea In an octopus' garden in the shade We would shout and swim about The coral that lies beneath the waves (Lies beneath the ocean waves) Oh what joy for every girl and boy Knowing they're happy and they're safe (Happy and they're safe) We would be so happy you and me No one there to tell us what to do I'd like to be under the sea In an octopus' garden with you. Songwriters: Richard Starkey If everybody had an ocean
Across the U. S. A. Then everybody'd be surfin' Like Californi-a You'd seem 'em wearing their baggies Huarachi sandals too A bushy bushy blonde hairdo Surfin' U. S. A. You'd catch 'em surfin' at Del Mar Ventura County line Santa Cruz and Trestle Australia's Narabine All over Manhattan And down Doheny Way Everybody's gone surfin' Surfin' U.S. A. We'll all be planning that route We're gonna take real soon We're waxing down our surfboards We can't wait for June We'll all be gone for the summer We're on surfari to stay Tell the teacher we're surfin' Surfin' U. S. A. Haggerties and Swamies Pacific Palisades San Anofree and Sunset Redondo Beach L. A. All over La Jolla At Waimia Bay Everybody's gone surfin' Surfin' U.S. A. Everybody's gone surfin' Surfin' U.S. A. Everybody's gone surfin' Surfin' U.S. A. Songwriters: Chuck Berry Take out the papers and the trash
Or you don't get no spendin' cash If you don't scrub that kitchen floor You ain't gonna rock and roll no more Yakety yak (Don't talk back) Just finish cleanin' up your room Let's see that dust fly with that broom Get all that garbage out of sight Or you don't go out Friday night Yakety yak (Don't talk back) You just put on your coat and hat And walk yourself to the laundromat And when you finish doin' that Bring in the dog and put out the cat Yakety yak (Don't talk back) Don't you give me no dirty looks Your father's hip; he knows what cooks Just tell your hoodlum friend outside You ain't got time to take a ride Yakety yak (Don't talk back) Yakety yak, yakety yak Yakety yak, yakety yak Yakety yak, yakety yak Yakety yak, yakety yak Songwriters: Jerry Leiber / Mike Stoller Was you ever in Quebec, Bonny laddie, hielan' laddie, Stowing timber on the deck, Bonny hielan' laddie Was you ever in Dundee, Bonny laddie, hielan' laddie, There some pretty ships you'll see, Bonny hielan' laddie Hey, ho, and away we go, Bonny laddie, hielan' laddie Hey, ho, and away we go, Bonny hielan' laddie This Boston town don't suit my notion and I'm bound for far away. So, I'll pack my bag and sail the ocean and I'll see you on another day. Was you ever in Mobile Bay, Bonny laddie, hielan' laddie, Loading cotton by the day, Bonny hielan' laddie Was you ever 'round Cape Horn, Bonny laddie, hielan' laddie, With the Lion and the Unicorn, Bonny hielan' laddie Hey, ho, and away we go, Bonny laddie, hielan' laddie Hey, ho, and away we go, Bonny hielan' laddie One of these days and it won't be long and I'm bound for far away. You'll take a look around and find me gone and I'll see you on another day. Was you ever in Monterey, Bonny laddie, hielan' laddie, On that town with three months pay, Bonny hielan' laddie Was you ever in Aberdeen, Bonny laddie, hielan' laddie, Prettiest girls that you've ever seen, Bonny hielan' laddie Hey, ho, and away we go, Bonny laddie, hielan' laddie Hey, ho, and away we go, Bonny hielan' laddie Farewell, dear friends, I'm leaving soon and I'm bound for far away. We'll meet again this coming June and I'll see you on another day. Hey, ho, and away we go, Bonny laddie, hielan' laddie Hey, ho, and away we go, Bonny hielan' laddie Bonny hielan' laddie Bonny hielan' laddie A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh In the jungle, the mighty jungle The lion sleeps tonight In the jungle the quiet jungle The lion sleeps tonight A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh Near the village the peaceful village The lion sleeps tonight Near the village the quiet village The lion sleeps tonight A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh Hush my darling don't fear my darling The lion sleeps tonight Hush my darling don't fear my darling The lion sleeps tonight A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh Songwriters: George David Weiss / Hugo E. Peretti / Luigi Creatore / Linda Solomon The Lion Sleeps Tonight lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Concord Music Publishing LLC Deep River Blues
Doc Watson Let it rain, let it pour, let it rain a whole lot more 'Cause I got them deep river blues Let the rain drive right on, let the waves sweep along 'Cause I got them deep river blues My old gal's a good old pal, and she looks like a water fowl When I get them deep river blues Ain't no one to cry for me, and the fish all go out on a spree When I get them deep river blues Give me back my old boat, I'm gonna sail if she'll float 'Cause I got them deep river blues I'm goin' back to Muscle Shoals, times are better there I'm told 'Cause I got them deep river blues Let it rain, let it pour, let it rain a whole lot more 'Cause I got them deep river blues Let the rain drive right on, let the waves sweep along 'Cause I got them deep river blues If my boat sinks with me, I'll go down, don't you see 'Cause I got them deep river blues Now I'm gonna say goodbye, and if I sink, just let me die 'Cause I got them deep river blues Let it rain, let it pour, let it rain a whole lot more 'Cause I got them deep river blues Let the rain drive right on, let the waves sweep along 'Cause I got them deep river blues |
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