Tchaikovsky? I love Russian composers
There’s Maliszewski, Rubinstein, Arensky, and Tchaikovsky
Sapellnikoff, Dmitriev, Tcherepnin, Kryzhanovsky
Godowsky, Artsybushev, Moniuszko, Akimenko
Soloviev, Prokofiev, Tiomkin, Koreshchenko
Been away so long, I hardly knew the place
Gee, it’s good to be back home
Leave it 'til tomorrow to unpack my case
Honey, disconnect the phone
I’m back in the U-S-S-R
You don’t know how lucky you are, boy
Back in the U-S, back in the U-S-S-R
Jojo was a man who thought he was a loner
But he knew it couldn’t last
Jojo left his home in Tucson, Arizona
For some California grass
Get back, get back
Get back to where you once belonged
Get back, get back
Get back to where you once belonged
Get back Jojo
Go home
You better get back, Honky Cat
Living in the city ain’t a-where it’s at
It’s like, trying to find gold in a silver mine
It’s like trying to drink whiskey
Oh, from a bottle of wine
I met a gin-soaked, bar-room queen in Memphis
She tried to take me upstairs for a ride
She had to heave me right across her shoulder
'Cause I just can’t seem to drink you off my mind
It’s the honky tonk women
Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues
It was’t God who made honky-tonk angels
As you said in the words of your song
Too many times married men think they’re still single
That has caused many a good girl to go wrong
Cigarettes create the smoke that hides the lonesome in his eyes
The jukebox plays Hank, “I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry”
Dance floor holds the folks trying to forget who they are
And that’s what happens in every little honky-tonk bar
Don’t rock the jukebox, I wanna hear some Jones,
‘Cause my heart ain’t ready for the Rolling Stones.
I don’t feel like rockin’ since my baby’s gone.
So don’t rock the jukebox – play me a country song.
Don’t Rock the Jukebox – Alan Jackson
-“BB”-
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Well, they’ll stone you when you’re trying to be so good
They’ll stone you just like they said they would
They’ll stone you when you’re trying to go home
And they’ll stone you when you’re there all alone
But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get stoned
Can you surry, can you picnic? Can you surry, can you picnic?
Come on, come on and surry down to a stoned soul picnic.
Well, I saw it advertised one day
That the Bear Mountain picnic was comin’ my way
“Come along and take a trip, we’ll bring you up there on a ship
Bring the wife and family, bring the whole kids”, yippee
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
You never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol
Come trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats
And the railway bulls are blind
There’s a lake of stew
And of whiskey too
Spent the last year
Rocky Mountain Way
Couldn’t get much higher
Out to pasture
Think it’s safe to say
Time to open fire
And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high
I’ve seen it rainin’ fire in the sky
I know he’d be a poorer man if he never saw an eagle fly
Rocky Mountain high
Now somewhere in the Black Mountain Hills of Dakota
There lived a young boy named Rocky Raccoon
And one day his woman ran off with another guy
Hit young Rocky in the eye
Lost my heart in the black hills
The black hills of Dakota
Where the pines are so high
That they kiss the sky above
Purple haze all in my brain
Lately things just don’t seem the same
Actin’ funny but I don’t know why
'Scuse me while I kiss the sky
You’ve blown it all sky high
By telling me a lie
Without a reason why
You’ve blown it all sky high
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