My day one rule
Is keeping my cool
Even if I’m broken up
If you blow my high
You won’t see me cry
Gotta whistle while you work it
Boy, boy, crazy boy
Get cool, boy!
Got a rocket, in your pocket
Keep coolly cool, boy!
When they see me walkin’ down the street
When the fellas want to speak
On their faces they wear a silly smirk
Cause they know I’m the king of a Cool Jerk! c
Here we come, walkin’ down the street
We get the funniest looks from everyone we meet
Hey, hey, we’re the Monkees and people say we monkey around
But we’re too busy singing to put anybody down
The Monkees Theme – The Monkees
-“BB”-
When I was walking in Memphis
I was walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel?
Walking in Memphis
I’m going to Graceland
Graceland
In Memphis Tennessee
I’m going to Graceland
Poor boys and pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland
I’ve been livin’ on the wrong side of Memphis
Really breakin’ away this time
A full tank of gas and a ‘69 Tempest
Takin’ me to that Nashville sign
No turnin’ back, I’ve come too far
Headed down 40 with my old guitar
This ain’t Graceland, that’s a fact
And I ain’t drivin’ a pink Cadillac
Well, I seen a Cadillac window uptown
And there was nobody aroun’,
I got into the driver’s seat
And I drove 42nd Street
In my Cadillac.
Good car to drive after a war.
Well, I was thumbin’ from Montgomery,
I had my guitar on my back,
When a stranger stopped beside me in an antique Cadillac.
He was dressed like 1950 –
Half-drunk and hollow-eyed.
He said, “It’s a long walk to Nashville, would you like a ride?”
The Ride – David Allan Coe
“What do you want for that piece of junk?”
I asked the old man
He just smiled and took it down
And he put it in my hand
He said, “You tell me what it’s worth
You’re the one who wants it
Tune it up, play a song
And let’s just see what haunts it”
So I hit a couple of chords
In my old country way of strumming
And then my fingers turned to lightning
Man, I never heard it coming
It was like I always knew it
I just don’t know where I learned it
It wasn’t nothin’ but the truth
So I just reared back and burned it
The Guitar- Guy Clark
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
His mother told him, “Someday you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big ol’ band
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight”
Well I have known you
Since you were a small boy
And your mama used to say
“My boy is gonna grow up and be
Some kind of leader some day.”
Then you’d turn on the radio
And sing with the singer in the band
Your mama would say to you
“This isn’t exactly what we had planned.”
Your mama don’t dance and your Daddy don’t rock n roll
We could be relaxing in my sleeping bag,
But all you want to do for me mama
Is rag Mama rag
Well, I would not give you false hopes
On this great and mournful day,
But the mother and child reunion
Is only a motion away.
Mother, you had me but I never had you
I wanted you,
You didn’t want me
So I, I just got to tell you
Goodbye goodbye
Mother, by John Lennon
Staying with John Lennon —
I once had a girl
Or should I say, she once had me?
She showed me her room
“Isn’t it good, Norwegian wood?”
Norwegian Wood (This Bird has Flown) – The Beatles
-“BB”-
Seven figures leap the hungry mouths
The beast, he comes to you
He’s a hunter for a lonely heart in the season of the sun
Don’t you know it’s true?
Norway, Norway
Owner of a lonely heart
Owner of a lonely heart
(Much better than a)
Owner of a broken heart
Owner of a lonely heart