Well, my baby, she’s alright
Well, my baby, she’s clean out-of-sight
Don’t you know that she’s, she’s some kind of wonderful?
She’s some kind of wonderful, yes, she is, she’s
She’s some kind of wonderful, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And then I tell her, as I turn out the light
I say, “My darling, you are wonderful tonight”
Oh my darling, you are wonderful tonight
Oh darling, please believe me
I’ll never do you no harm
Believe me when I tell you
I’ll never do you no harm
Oh darling, if you leave me
I’ll never make it alone
Believe me when I beg you
Don’t ever leave me alone
Ohh darlin’
My darlin’ you’re so fine
Ohhhh-hhh-hhh
Don’t know if words can say
But darlin’ i’ll find a way
To let you know what you meant to me
Guess it was meant to be
I hold you in my heart
As life’s most precious part
I was born in a trunk
Mama died and my daddy got drunk
Let me hear two dying crows
In the middle of tobacco road
Grew up in a rusty shack
All I owned was hanging on my back
Only lord knows how I loved tobacco road
Why don’t we do it in the road?
Why don’t we do it in the road?
Why don’t we do it in the road?
Why don’t we do it in the road?
No one will be watching us
Why don’t we do it in the road?
And we’re not little children
And we know what we want
And the future is certain
Give us time to work it out
We’re on a road to nowhere
Come on inside
Takin’ that ride to nowhere
We’ll take that ride
Look out world, take a good look what comes down here
You must learn this lesson fast and learn it well
This ain’t no upwardly mobile freeway
Oh no, this is the road, this is the road, this is the road to hell
Livin’ easy
Lovin’ free
Season ticket on a one way ride
Askin’ nothin’
Leave me be
Takin’ everythin’ in my stride
Don’t need reason
Don’t need rhyme
Ain’t nothin’ that I’d rather do
Goin’ down
Party time
My friends are gonna be there too
I’m on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I’m on the highway to hell
(I mean, given “the road to hell,” what else can you follow it with???)
We’re off on the road to Morocco
These camels are rough on the spine
Well, I’m running down the road tryin’ to loosen my load
I’ve got seven women on my mind]
Four that wanna own me, two that wanna stone me
One says she’s a friend of mine
I lit out from Reno
I was trailed by twenty hounds
Didn’t get to sleep that night
Till the morning came around
Set out runnin’ but I take my time
A friend of the Devil is a friend of mine
If I get home before daylight
I just might get some sleep tonight
Hear the hurricane, howling out my name
Coming now to take me under
Oh no! not now! don’t take me please
Oh no! let go! not ready to leave
Somebody help I’m running out of time
Devil’s gate is opening on me
Somebody bring me some water
Can’t you see I’m burning alive?
Can’t you see my baby’s
Got another lover?
I don’t know how I’m gonna survive
Somebody bring me some water
Can’t you see it’s out of control?
Baby’s got my heart
And my baby’s got my mind
But tonight the sweet devil
Sweet devil’s got my soul
I too have lost my love today
All of my dreams have flown away
Now, just like you I sit and wonder why
You’ve got your troubles, I’ve got mine
You need some sympathy, well so do I
You’ve got your troubles, I’ve got mine
Now troubles are many
They’re as deep as a well
I can swear there ain’t no heaven
But I pray there ain’t no hell
And When I Die – Blood, Sweat & Tears
-“BB”-
And do I love you, my oh my
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, river deep, Lord, mountain high
Oh no, no, if I ever, ever lost you would I cry
Oh, how I love you baby baby, baby, baby
River Deep - Mountain High. Ike & Tina Turner
Somewhere there’s music
How faint the tune
Somewhere there’s heaven
How high the moon
There’s a moon out tonight, whoa-oh-oh-ooh
Let’s go strolling
There’s a girl in my heart, whoa-oh-oh-ooh
Whose heart I’ve stolen
There’s a moon out tonight (whoa-oh-oh-ooh)
Let’s go strolling through the park (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Oh, the moonlight’s fair tonight along the Wabash
From the fields there comes the breath of new mown hay
Through the sycamore the candle lights are gleaming
On the banks of the Wabash, far away
On the Banks of the Wabash. The Mills Brothers