by Chuck Berry on album Miscellaneous
I hate to see that evening sun go down I hate to see that evening sun go down 'Cause the woman I'm loving, she has left this town If I'm feeling tomorrow just like I feel today If I'm feeling tomorro
by John Berry on album Miscellaneous
Once a mother stood on a corner Tears betrayed her painted smile She was trading in her halo For just enough to feed her child Then an old man, cold and hungry Saw her crying, so he stopped And he ga
by Berry Chuck on album Miscellaneous
Berry Chuck Miscellaneous Fish And Chips Fish and Chips A little coke and you, oh, babe Honey drips Two more to go, oh, babe Let's go on back The trip will be groovy, oh, babe Jump in the sack
by Kris Kristofferson on album Feeling Mortal
Taking time you got by these defenses of mine Though I tried not to let you slip through And when you worked your way to the back of my mind It was too late to stop loving you For my eyes grew a
by Chuck Berry on album Miscellaneous
Stop and listen I hear my baby, callin' my name Stop and listen I hear my baby, callin' my name She don't call too loud But she calls, ooh, nice and plain Stop and listen Before you make a start Sto
by Barbra Streisand & Kris Kristofferson on album Miscellaneous
I was warned as a child of thirteen Not to act too strong Try to look like you belong but don't push girl Save your time and trouble Don't misbehave I was raised in a "No you don't world" Overrun wit
by Chuck Berry on album Miscellaneous
Oh well, oh well, I feel so good today We just touched ground on an international runway Jet propelled back home, from over seas to the U.S.A. New York, Los Angeles, oh how I yearned for you Detroit,
by Chuck Berry on album Miscellaneous
It was in ancient history, four thousand BC Back up in the jungle in a coconut tree Hangin' on a branch up under the sun Was a meddlesome monkey named Jo Jo Gunne Old Leo the lion came down from the
by Chuck Berry on album Miscellaneous
Now the hacienda's dark, the town is sleeping Now the time has come to part, the time for weeping Vaya con Dios my darling, vaya con Dios my love Now the village mission bells are softly ringing Just
by Kris Drever on album Mark The Hard Earth
O hark, the drums do beat, my love, we can no longer tarry The bugle calls are sounding and we must march away We're ordered down to Portsmouth town for many a weary mile To join the British Army o
by Kris Kross on album Miscellaneous
Shhhhhhhhh Kris Kross 9 to 5 Yeah Who gotcha open, scopin' out tha track It's no other than the sounds of the Daddy Mac Still slackin' back-packin' up my turf 'Cause after me was a factor real worse
by John Berry on album Miscellaneous
John Berry Miscellaneous More Than You'll Ever Know I knew the day I met you You were gonna bring a change in me But sometimes for a man Change don't come so easily It took a little time to figure
by Berry Chuck on album Miscellaneous
Berry Chuck Miscellaneous You Never Can Tell It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well You could see that Pierre did truly love the madamoiselle And now the young monsieur and
by Kris Kristofferson on album Miscellaneous
Hey, doesn't it still look easy as it did to you? Hey, wasn't it true, after all? I couldn't help myself, girl and I can't blame you The bigger the fool, the harder the fall Living on old illusions a
by Kris Delmhorst on album Miscellaneous
How can I carve your name in the trunk of a tree That'll be here long after we're gone? I can't even write it in the steam on the mirror And with nobody listening, not even myself It's as much as I ca
by Kris Delmhorst on album Shotgun Singer
Louie, all of the angels are facing outward Down here all of the stars look the same Lately I'm in the glare of a thousand glances Tell me, why are they staring so strange At a freediver Louie, you i
by John Berry on album Miscellaneous
Rosie never was one for turning heads She was just always kinda there She had a few nice features more or less No red ribbons in her hair Since that Jessie's been coming to the diner Folks are saying
by Kris Kristofferson on album Miscellaneous
I'd play the Red River Valley And he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry And run his fingers through seventy years of livin' And wonder, "Lord, has ever' well I've drilled run dry?" We were friends, me