Longer than there’ve been fishes in the ocean
Higher than any bird ever flew
Longer than there’ve been stars up in the heavens
I’ve been in love with you
I want to fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why, then oh why, can’t I?
Little darlin’ of my life
You keep movin’ 'cross my mind
You gave me a sunny day
Now it looks as if I’ll pay
Why do they say - Bluebird is dead?
I can still see her, touch her, my Bluebird
The love that she gave, I don’t believe
No, no, I don’t believe
(“Bluebird is Dead,” Electric Light Orchestra)
No I don’t believe you
When you say don’t come around here no more
I won’t remind you
You said we wouldn’t be apart
No I don’t believe you
When you say you don’t need me anymore
So don’t pretend to
Not love me at all
I Don’t Believe You. Pink
Sooner or later you’re gonna be coming around
I betcha
I betcha that I catch ya
You wait and see
I can see her lyin’ back in her satin dress
In a room where ya do what ya don’t confess
Sundown you better take care
If I find you been creepin’ 'round my back stairs
Sneakin’ down your alley way
And knockin’ on your door
Thought I had enough but I’m back for more
Cinnamon let m
They call me Back Door Santa
I make my runs about the break of day
They call me Back Door Santa
I make my runs about the break of day (oh, ho-ho)
I make all the little girls happy
While the boys are out to play (lookie here)
Going on and on at the top of his lungs
play me a song Mr. Wolfman Jack
play it for me in my long Cadillac
play me that,
Only The Good Die Young
Murder Most Foul. BobDylan
I love you for your pink Cadillac
Crushed velvet seats
Riding in the back
Cruising down the street
Waving to the girls
Feeling out of sight
Spending all my money
On a Saturday night
Honey I just wonder what you do there in back
Of your pink Cadillac
Pink Cadillac
Willie the wimp was buried today
They laid him to rest in a special way
Sent him off in the finest style
That casket-mobile really drove ‘em wild
Southside Chicago will think of him often
Talkin’ 'bout Willie the wimp and his Cadillac coffin
Willie the wimp and his Cadillac coffin
Cause little Willy, Willy won’t go home
But you can’t push Willy ‘round
Willy won’t go, try tellin’ everybody but, oh no!
Little Willy, Willy won’t… go home
This Greyhound is delta bound mama,
Baby boy finally found,
Said this Greyhound is delta bound mama,
Baby boy done finally found his way home
Said take me home
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads
Take Me Home, Country Roads. John Denver
I’ve made a small fortune
And you squandered it all
You shamed me
Till I feel about one inch tall
But I thought I loved you
And I hoped you would change
So I gritted my teeth
And didn’t complain
Now you come to me
With a simple goodbye
You tell me you’re leaving
But you won’t tell me why
Now we’re here at the station
And you’re getting on
And all I can think of is
Thank God and Greyhound you’re gone!
-Roy Clark
So it ain’t no use in calling out my name, gal
Like you never done before
And it ain’t no use in calling out my name, gal
I can’t hear you anymore
I’m a-thinking and a-wonderin’ walking down the road
I once loved a woman, a child, I’m told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don’t think twice, it’s all right
I can read in your face that your feelings are driving you wild
Ah, but girl, you’re only a child
Well I can dance with you, honey
If you think it’s funny
Does your mother know that you’re out?
Let’s all get up and dance to a song
That was a hit before your mother was born
Though she was born a long long time ago
Your mother should know (your mother should)
Your mother should know
Take it easy
(Take it easy)
Better slow down girl
Take it nice and slow
(Does your mother know?)