Now, on the side walk, ooh Sunday morning,
Lies a body just oozing life.
And someone’s sneaking round the corner
Could that someone be Mack the Knife?
I don’t really mind how much you love me
A little is really alright
When you say come over and spend the night
Tonight, tonight
When I say I love you say you better
(You better you better you bet)
When I say I need you say you better
(You better you better you bet)
You better bet your life
Or love will cut you like a knife
We’ll crucify the insincere tonight
(Tonight)
We’ll make things right, we’ll feel it all tonight
(Tonight)
Kick off your shoes and sit right down
Loosen off that pretty French gown
Let me pour you a good long drink
Ooh baby don’t you hesitate cause
Tonight’s the night
It’s gonna be alright
'Cause I love you girl
Ain’t nobody gonna stop us now
Baby, take off your coat…(real slow)
Baby, take off your shoes…(here, I’ll take your shoes)
Baby, take off your dress
Yes, yes, yes
You can leave your hat on
Take back your mink
Take back your pearls
What made you think
That I was one of those girls?
Take back the gown
The gloves and the hat
I may be down
But I’m not flat as all that.
She’s only a bird in a gilded cage
A beautiful sight to see
You may think she’s happy and free from care
She’s not, though she seems to be
'Tis sad when you think of her wasted life
For youth cannot mate with age
And her beauty was sold for an old man’s gold
She’s a bird in a gilded cage.
Silver bird, fly my lady away.
Silver bird, take her over the bay.
Silver bird, give my lady a ride,
And let her go see what’s on the other side.
Silver bird, fly my lady away.
Pretty bird, today is the day.
My high-flying bird has flown from out my arms,
I thought myself her keeper,
She thought I meant her harm,
She thought I was the archer,
A weather-man of words,
But I could never shoot down,
My high-flying bird.
The keeper did a hunting go
Under his cloak he carried a bow
All for a shoot, a merry little doe
Among the leaves so green, oh
Jacky boy
(Master)
Sing me well
(Very well)
Hey, down, ho, down, very, very down
Among the leaves so green, oh
Mares eat oats and
Does eat oats, and
Little lambs eat ivy
Doe, a deer, a female deer,
Ray, a drop of golden sun,
Me, a name I call myself,
Far, a long, long way to run…
There’s sulfur, californium, and fermium, berkelium,
And also mendelevium, einsteinium, nobelium,
And argon, krypton, neon, radon, xenon, zinc, and rhodium,
And chlorine, carbon, cobalt, copper, tungsten, tin, and sodium.
These are the only ones of which the news has come to ha’vard,
And there may be many others, but they haven’t been discavard.
Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of heaven, you can justify it in the end.
There won’t be any trumpets blowing, come the judgment day,
On the bloody morning after, one tin soldier rides away.
Blow Gabriel blow
Go on and blow, Gabriel, blow
I’ve been a sinner, I’ve been a scamp
But now I’m willin’ to trim my lamp
So blow, Gabriel, blow
I was low, Gabriel, low
Mighty low, Gabriel, low
But now, since I have seen the light
I’m good by day and I’m good by night
So blow, Gabriel, blow
Never been a sinner. I never sinned
I got a friend in Jesus
So you know that when I die
He’s gonna set me up with
The spirit in the sky
My pistol may snap, my mojo is frail
But I rub my root, my luck will never fail
When I rub my root, my John the conquer root
Aww, you know there ain’t nothin’ she can do
Lord, I rub my John the conquer root
I was accused of murder in the first degree
The judge’s wife cried, let the man go free
I was rubbin’ my root, my John the conquer root
Aww, you know there ain’t nothin’ she can do
Lord, I rub my John the conquer root
he next day was hanging day, the sky was overcast and black
Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back
And Rosemary on the gallows, she didn’t even blink
The hanging judge was sober, he hadn’t had a drink
The only person on the scene missing was the Jack of Hearts
Throughout history there have been many songs
Written about the Eternal Triangle.
This next one tells the story of a Mr. Grayson,
A beautiful woman, and a condemned man named Tom Dooley.
When the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley must hang.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you’re bound to die
Yes, they’ll all come to see me
In the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home