If a man ever needed dyin’, he did
No one had the right to say what he said
About you
And it’s so cold and lonely here without you
Out there the law’s a-comin’
I’m scared and so tired of runnin’
Indiana wants me
Lord, I can’t go back there
Indiana wants me
Lord, I can’t go back there
I wish I had you to talk to
R. Dean Taylor
Gary, Indiana,
Gary Indiana,
Not Louisiana, Paris, France, New York, or Rome, but–
Gary, Indiana,
Gary, Indiana,
Gary Indiana,
My home sweet home.
The Music Man
On the banks of the Wabash far away (so far awaaay)
But you’re so far away
Doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
Doesn’t help to know you’re so far away, yeah
You’re so far away, you’re so far away
Where’s your mama gone
(Where’s your mama gone)
Little baby, Don?
(Little baby, Don?)
Where’s your mama gone?
(Where’s your mama gone?)
Far, far away
Chirpy chirpy cheep cheep: Lally Stott
Tie your mother down
Tie your mother down
Take your little brother swimmin’
With a brick (that’s all right)
Tie your mother down - yeah yeah
Tie your mother down
Or you ain’t no friend of mine, ooh no friend of mine
Tie Your Mother Down, Queen
A mother was washing her baby one night
The youngest of ten and a delicate mite
The mother was poor and the baby was thin
'Twas naught but an skeleton covered with skin
The mother turned 'round for the soap off the rack
She was only a moment but when she turned back
Her baby had gone, and in anguish she cried
“Oh, where has my baby gone?”, the angels replied:
Oh, your baby has gone down the plug hole
Oh, your baby has gone down the plug
The poor little thing was so skinny and thin
He should have been washed in a jug, in a jug
Your baby is perfectly happy
He won’t need a bath anymore
He’s a-muckin’ about with the angels above
Not lost but gone before
The Mother’s Lament: Traditional British Music Hall Song
Oh, they call it that good ole mountain dew-ew-ew
And them that refuse it are few.
I’ll hush up my mug if you’ll fill up my jug
With that good ole mountain dew!
Good Ole’ Mountain Dew – American bluegrass music classic
-“BB”-
Well in North Carolina way back in the hills me and my old pappy and he had him a still
He brewed white lightnin’ till the sun went down
Then he’d fill up a jug and he’d pass it around
Mighty mighty pleasin’ my pappy’s corn squeezin’ (whew white lightnin’)
Well the G men T men revenoers too searchin’ for the place where he made his brew
They were lookin tryin’ to book him but my pappy kept on cookin’
(Whew white lightnin’)
George Jones
Grape wine in a Mason jar
Homemade and brought to school
By a friend of mine ‘n’ after class
Me and him and this other fool decide
That we’ll drink up what’s left
Chug-a-lug, so we helped ourself
First time for everything
Hmm, my ears still ring
Roger Miller
Musha ring dumb a do dumb a da.
Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o.
There’s whiskey in the jar-o.
Whiskey in the Jar - Thin Lizzy
It’s got that Ol’ Janx Spirit juice from a bottle
Pour into one measure of Santraginus seawater
I’d make another gallon if I could remember how it went
But the last time I drank it, I lost 3 months rent
The whales, the dolphins, the mices, too,
They all know about this brew.
The Vogon warn about it in their verse
But, of the two, I’m not sure which is worse.
Pangalactic Gargle Blaster - Marc Gunn
A man that i know just came from Nashville, Tennessee, oo, (oh no!)
He smiled because i did not understand.
Then he held out some moonshine whiskey, oh ho,
He said it was the best in all the land. (and he wasn’t joking!!!)
And i said,
“no, no, no, no, i don’t drink it no more,
I’m tired of waking up on the floor.
No, thank you, please, it only makes me sneeze,
And then it makes it hard to find the door.”
Ringo Starr
I see a red door and I want it painted black.
No colors anymore, I want them to turn black.
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes.
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes.
Paint It Black – Rolling Stones
-“BB”-
But I can see you
Your brown skin shining in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your
Sunglasses on, baby
I can tell you, my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone
Cast my memory back there, Lord
Sometimes I’m overcome thinking 'bout it
Making love in the green grass
Behind the stadium with you
My brown-eyed girl
You, my brown-eyed girl
Do you remember when we used to sing?
Sha-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la tee-da
Sha-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la tee-da
Van Morrison
Strollin’ in the park
Watchin’ winter turn to spring
Walkin’ in the dark
Seein’ lovers do their thing
Oo-oo-ooh
That’s the time
I feel like makin’ love to you
Roberta Flack
Springtime for Hitler and Germany
Deutschland is happy and gay
We’re marching to a faster pace
Look out, here comes the master race
Mel Brooks
I was as innocent as I could be
I didn’t know lil was Big Ed’s wife-to-be
He took out his knife and he gave it a throw
When it’s springtime in Alaska, I’ll be six feet below
(When it’s springtime in Alaska, he’ll be six feet below)
Johnny Horton
Way up North (North to Alaska)
Way up North (North to Alaska)
North to Alaska, we go North, the rush is on
North to Alaska, we go North, the rush is on
Johnny Horton