Among the local taverns they’ll be a slack in business
‘Cause Jesse’s drinkin’ came before the groceries and the rent
Among the local women they’ll be a slack in cheatin’
‘Cause Jesse won’t be steppin’ out again
They baptized Jesse Taylor in Cedar Creek last Sunday
Jesus gained a soul and Satan lost a good right arm
They all cried, “Hallelujah” when Jesse’s head went under
'Cause this time he went under for the Lord
As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good ol’ way
And who shall wear the starry crown?
Good Lord show me the way!
O sisters let’s go down
Let’s go down, come on down
O sisters let’s go down
Down in the river to pray
Going down the Stoney end
I never wanted to go
I never wanted to go
Mama, I never wanted to go
I turn to stone, when you are gone
I turn to stone
Turn to stone, when you comin’ home?
I can’t go on
Surry down to a stoned soul picnic
Surry down to a stoned soul picnic
There’ll be lots of time and wine
Red yellow honey, sassafras and moonshine
Stoned Soul Picnic — The 5th Dimension
-“BB”-
Well, they’ll stone ya when you’re trying to be so good
They’ll stone ya just a-like they said they would
They’ll stone ya when you’re tryin’ to go home
Then they’ll stone ya when you’re there all alone
But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get stoned
Those crazy nights, I do remember in my youth
I do recall, those were the best times, most of all
In the heat with a blue jean girl
Burning love comes once in a lifetime
She found me singing by the railroad tracks
Took me home, we danced by the moonlight
Those summer nights are calling
Stone in love
Can’t help myself, I’m falling
Stone in love
That fateful night the car was stalled upon the railroad track
I pulled you out and we were safe, but you went running back
Teen angel, can you hear me?
Teen angel, can you see me?
Teen Angel – Mark Dinning
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Then slowly turn away from me
Just walk away Renee
You won’t see me follow you back home
The empty sidewalks on my block are not the same
You’re not to blame
I’m too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts
And I’m too sexy for Milan too sexy for Milan
New york and Japan
And I’m too sexy for your party
Too sexy for your party
No way I’m disco dancing
I’m a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I do my little turn on the catwalk
(Turn around)
Every now and then I get a little bit nervous
That the best of all the years have gone by
(Turn around)
Every now and then I get a little bit terrified
And then I see the look in your eyes
To everything turn, turn, turn
There is a season turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose
Under heaven
Even if heaven and earth collide tonight
We’ll be all alone in a different light
I don’t care what the world can’t see
It’s just between you and me
You and me
You are my love in my life
And you are my inspiration
Just you and me
Simple and free
Baby you’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of
Yeah, yeah
Give me your own special smile
Promise you’ll never leave me
Just you and me
Simple and free
Life is so easy
When you’re beside me
Oh girl
Was she told when she was young
That pain would lead to pleasure?
Did she understand it when they said
That a man must break his back
To earn his day of leisure?
Will she still believe it when he’s dead?
Ah, girl, girl, girl
Ah, girl, girl
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now
Listen, do you want to know a secret?
Do you promise not to tell?
Never again, isn’t that what you said
You’ve been through this before
You swore, this time, you’d think with your head
No one would ever have you again
And if takin’ was gonna get done, you’d decide where and when
Just when you think you got it down
Your heart securely tied and bound
They whisper promises in the dark
Christmas Eve is coming soon
Now, you dear old man
Whisper what you’ll bring to me
Tell me if you can
Jolly Old St. Nicholas – traditional
-“BB”-