It seems like a lifetime since I saw you
Lover lover, I’ve been away too long
When I see lovers holdings hands and sighing
I hang my head for shame of doing wrong
I wish I was a fool for you
I wish I was a fool for you
I wish I was a fool for you again
Richard Thompson
I’m a fool to hold you
Such a fool to hold you
To seek a kiss not mine alone
To share a kiss the Devil has known
You look like an angel
Walk like an angel
Talk like an angel
But I got wise
You’re the devil in disguise
Oh yes you are
The devil in disguise
Elvis Presley - Devil in Disguise
Somebody’s knocking should I let him in
Lord it’s the devil would you look at him
I’ve heard about him but I never dreamed
He’d have blue eyes and blue jeans
Terri Gibbs
The devil bowed his head because he knew that he’d been beat
And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny’s feet
Johnny said, “Devil, just come on back if you ever wanna try again
I done told you once you son of a bitch, I’m the best that’s ever been”
Little Boy, in a baseball hat
Stands in the field with his ball and bat
Says I am the greatest player of them all
Puts his bat on his shoulder and he tosses up his ball
Kenny Rogers
Oh put me in coach, I’m ready to play today
Put me in coach, I’m ready to play today
Look at me, I can be centerfield
John Fogerty
Ah, Mary Hill sure was fun down at Cherry Hill Park
Playin’ games with everyone ‘til way after dark
In Cherry Hill Park (Cherry Hill Park)
In Cherry Hill Park (Cherry Hill Park)
Whoa, Cherry Hill Park, yeah (Cherry Hill Park)
Talkin’ 'bout Cherry Hill Park (Cherry Hill Park)
Billy Joe Royal
Saturday in the park
I think it was the Fourth of July
Saturday in the park
I think it was the Fourth of July
People dancing, people laughing*
A man selling ice cream
Singing Italian songs
Chicago
Let freedom ring
Let the white dove sing
Let the whole world know that today
Is a day of a reckoning
Let the weak be strong
Let the right be wrong
Roll the stone away
Let the guilty pay
It’s Independence Day
Martina McBride
Hear the black nails a-poundin’ now,
Yes, into the coffin of our love.
Well, like a black shrouded hunter now,
Don’t you know that i have killed a snow-white dove,
Oh, i’ve killed a dove!
Death Sound Blues, Country Joe McDonald
My sweetheart has gone And I’m so lonely
She said that she and I were through
So I started out drinkin’ for past time
Drivin’ nails in my coffin over you
I’m just drivin’ nails in my coffin
Everytime I drink a bottle of booze
I’m just drivin’ nails in my coffin,
Lord I’m drivin’ those nails over you
Hank Williams
I too have lost my love today
And all of my dreams have blown away
And so forgive me if I seem unkind
You’ve got your troubles, I’ve got mine
The Fortunes
Trouble, oh we got trouble
Right here in River City!
With a capital “T”
That rhymes with “P”
And that stands for Pool
That stands for pool
We’ve surely got trouble!
Right here in River City
Right here!
Gotta figure out a way
To keep the young ones moral after school!
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble
The Music Man
Well, hello, T-R-O-U-B-L-E –
Tell me, what in the world you doin’ A-L-O-N-E?
Yeah, say hey, good L-double O-K-I-N-G –
Well, I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E.
T-R-O-U-B-L-E – Travis Tritt
Say hey, good lookin’, what you got cookin’?
How’s about cookin’ somethin’ up with me?
Hey, sweet baby, don’t you think maybe
We could find us a brand new recipe?
Hank Williams
Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good
I’ve been inclined
To believe they never would
Neil Diamond
About this love she left behind her ('bout this love she left behind her)
Till I find her I’ll be trying now, every day I’m more inclined to find her
Inclined to find her, inclined to find my baby
Been a-looking everywhere, baby, I really, really care
Temptations
Ain’t talkin’ ‘bout love
My love is rotten to the core
Ain’t talkin’ 'bout love
Just like I told you before
Yeah, before
Van Halen
The king is gone but he’s not forgotten
This is the story of Johnny Rotten
It’s better to burn out than it is to rust
The king is gone but he’s not forgotten
Hey, hey, my, my
Rock and roll can never die
There’s more to the picture than meets the eye
Hey, hey, my, my
Neil Young