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Cane And A High Starched Collar (Words & music: Sid Tepper / Roy C. Bennett) Cowboy, cowboy, marry me I'll bake you a cherry pie Well, thank you very kindly, ma'am But I'm too young to die Hi-lo, dos-à-dos, stay single and save a dollar Come Saturday night I've caught a pretty gal In »A Cane And a High Starched Collar«. Cowboy, if you marry me I'll be your darling Jenny Now, why should I drink from just one well When I can drink from twenty Hi-lo, dos-à-dos, stay single and save a dollar Come Saturday night I've caught a pretty gal In »A Cane And a High Starched Collar«. Cowboy, cowboy, name the day July'd be nice I reckon I'll gladly meet you at the church July the thirty second Hi-lo, dos-à-dos, stay single and save a dollar Come Saturday night I've caught a pretty gal In »A Cane And a High Starched Collar«. You sleep all day and spoon all night And eat your favorite chow Then why should I get married, ma'am That's what I'm doing now Hi-lo, dos-à-dos, stay single and save a dollar Come Saturday night I've caught a pretty gal In »A Cane And a High Starched Collar«. Recorded: 1960/08/08, first released on A Legendary Performer, Vol. 2, January 1976 Can't Help Falling In Love (Words & music: Hugo Peretti / Luigi Creatore / George David Weiss) Wise men say only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you Shall I stay? Would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you? Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darling, so it goes Some things are meant to be. Take my hand, take my whole life too For I can't help falling in love with you. Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darling, so it goes Some things are meant to be. Take my hand, take my whole life too For I can't help falling in love with you For I can't help falling in love with you. Recorded: 1960/03/23, first released on Blue Hawaii, October 1961 Carny Town (Words & music: Fred Wise / Randy Starr) Aha-ha, hurry, hurry Step this way Aha-ha hurry, hurry Step this way. Now the show you're going to see Is strictly high class There'll be ten hula-dancers Shaking their grass Gonna step right up And put your money down This way to Carny Town. We've got a man so skinny You can see his bones We play on his ribs Like a xylophone With a pair of spoons We'll get a rocking song You'll hear it all, in Carny Town. Hurry, hurry, hurry The house is almost full We've got a two-headed cow And that's no bull There's a man who swallows swords And he never gets hurt He eats-a razorblades for dessert He's just about the sharpest guy in town You'll see him here, in Carny Town. Aha-ha, hurry, hurry Step this way Aha-ha, hurry, hurry Step this way Aha-ha hurry, hurry Step this way Aha-ha I say we're gonna win. Recorded: 1964/03/03, first released on Roustabout, October 1964 Catchin' On Fast (Words & music: Bill Giant / Bernie Baum / Florence Kaye) Won't you show me how to kiss? Put your lips on mine Do you do it just like this? Tell me I'm doing fine We got a good thing goin' Now, take your time Come on and make it last Love may be new to you But ooh, I'm catchin' on fast. Give, give Gimme all you've got to give Love, love Love every moment you live. Now you've taught me all you know Have I passed the test? Show me all you've got to show Baby, you're the best But tell me I've learned quickly And I know each trick I'm sure love's gonna last Love maybe new to you But ooh, I'm catchin' on fast. Recorded: 1963/09/30, first released on Kissin' Cousins, March 1964 Change Of Habit (Words & music: Buddy Kaye / Ben Weisman) If you're in old habits Set in your old ways Changes are a-comin' 'Cause these are changing days And if your head is in the sand While things are going on What you need, what you need, What you need is a change of habit. Now if you're in the habit To let your temper fly When you talk with people Who don't see eye to eye And if you don't believe it That there's a newer world ahead What you need, what you need What you need is a change of habit. A change of habit A change of outlook A change of heart You'll be all right The halls of darkness Our doors that open It's never late To see the light. So if you're in the habit Of putting people down Just because they're different From the wrong side of town Well, don't count on any medals Son, they're pinning down on you What you need, what you need What you need is a change of habit. A change of habit A change of outlook A change of heart You'll be all right The halls of darkness Our doors that open It's never late To see the light. So if you're in the habit Of putting people down Just because they're different From the wrong side of town Well, don't count on any medals Son, they're pinning down on you What you need, what you need What you need is a change of habit. A change of habit A change of habit A change of habit. Recorded: 1969/03/06, first released on Let's Be Friends, April 1970 Charro (Words & music: Mac Davis / Billy Strange) With eyes that hide the man within You see behind the eyes of other men You've lived and died And come to life again And now you standing alone At the crossroads of your mind You've left your yesterdays behind But which road leads you to tomorrow? Charro. You've turned your back on yesterday Betrayed a man who swore He'd make you pay For when you left you took his bride away You know he'll never Let you break away so easily You'll have to fight before you're free But how much more time can you borrow? Charro. Now in a single moment Your past grows dim One thought goes racing Across your mind You ride to meet The woman you stole from him Oh no, Charro don't go Charro don't go. There's something hanging in the wind Your past is catching up And closing in You've been halfway to hell And back again And now you laugh in the devil's face With your last breath You've run a race with life and death But will you live to see tomorrow? Charro. Recorded: 1968/10/15, first released on single, March 1969 Chesay (Words & music: Fred Karger / Ben Weisman / Sid Wayne) What's in the drink Chase the devil away Magic I think So I just say »Chesay«. Chesay, chesay Brings you good luck night and day Chesay, chesay That's the gypsy way. Trouble is my middle name Though it's such a crying shame Try and try, there's nothing I can do But I'm feeling kinda strange Feel like things are gonna change And my lucky star was shining through. What's in the drink Chase the devil away Magic I think So I just say »Chesay«. Chesay, chesay Brings you good luck night and day Chesay, chesay That's the gypsy way. Chesay, chesay Brings you good luck night and day Chesay, chesay That's the gypsy way. Chesay, chesay Brings you good luck night and day Chesay, chesay That's the gypsy way Chesay. Recorded: 1965/05/14, first released on Frankie And Johnny, April 1966 Cindy, Cindy (Words & music: Buddy Kaye / Ben Weisman / Dolores Fuller) Wish I was an apple Danglin' from a tree Every time you'd pass me by You'd take a bite of me. I wish I was a bluebird I'd never fly away I'd sit up on your shoulder, baby And sing to you all day. Come on home, Cindy, Cindy Come on home, Cindy, Cindy Come on home, Cindy, Cindy Come on home with me. I wrote it in a letter Carved it on a tree Told it to a honeycomb Told it to a bee. I told them that I love you They all know it's true I'll say it till the cows come home Until it gets to you. Come on home, Cindy, Cindy Come on home, Cindy, Cindy Come on home, Cindy, Cindy Come on home with me. Need you in the mornin' To start the coffee pot Need you in the afternoon To fan me when I'm hot. Need you in the evenin' When supper time is through What I'm really tryin' to say Is I can't get enough of you. Come on home, Cindy, Cindy Come on home, Cindy, Cindy Come on home, Cindy, Cindy Come on home with me. If I were a musician I'd harp on just one thing You should never play my heart The way you pluck a string. If only you would love me Sincerely tell me so I'd beat the drums about it, baby To have the whole world know. Come on home, Cindy, Cindy Come on home, Cindy, Cindy Come on home, Cindy, Cindy Come on home with me. Come on home, Cindy, Cindy Come on home, Cindy, Cindy Come on home, Cindy, Cindy Come on home with me. Recorded: 1970/06/04, first released on Love Letters From Elvis, May 1971 City By Night (Words & music: Bill Giant / Bernie Baum / Florence Kaye) When shadows beckon On dim-lit avenues Night people hear the call From hidden alleys And secret rendez-vous They come out one and all. The city by night lies wide awake It never sleeps, make no mistake Whatever sets off the spark A magic glow lights the dark And I'm intrigued by the sight Of the city by night. Those crowded nightclubs Those picturesque cafés Are scenes no one forgets And I'm enchanted As music softly plays By dancing silhouettes. The city by night lies wide awake It never sleeps, make no mistake The evening's full of surprise It's magic opens my eyes And I'm intrigued by the sight Of the city by night. Yeah! Recorded: 1966/06/28, first released on Double Trouble, June 1967 Clambake (Words & music: Ben Weisman / Sid Wayne) (Hey, all right) Clambake, gonna have a clambake Clambake, gonna have a clambake. Mamma's little baby Loves clambake, clambake Mamma's little baby Loves clambake too. Mamma's little baby Loves clambake, clambake Mamma's little baby Loves clambake too. Hey listen world you've gotta know I'm cuttin' loose and lettin' go Who needs the worry and the strife Life can be a ball And I'll just ball away my life. Clambake, gonna have a clambake Clambake, gonna have a clambake. Look for the brightest lights in town That's where you'll find me Hangin' 'round I've got this feeling to be free I pick and choose the life I want And that's the life for me. Clambake, gonna have a clambake Clambake, gonna have a clambake, hey. (Mamma's little baby Loves clambake, clambake Mamma's little baby Loves clambake too). Mamma's little baby Loves clambake, clambake Mamma's little baby Loves clambake too Hey, all right. Look for the brightest lights in town That's where you'll find me Hangin' 'round I've got this feeling to be free I'll pick and choose the life I want And that's the life for me. Clambake, gonna have a clambake, hey Clambake, gonna have a clambake. Mamma's little baby Loves clambake, clambake Mamma's little baby Loves clambake too. Mamma's little baby Loves clambake, clambake Mamma's little baby Loves clambake too. Mamma's little baby Loves clambake, clambake Mamma's little baby Loves clambake too. Mamma's little baby Loves clambake, clambake Mamma's little baby Loves clambake too. Mamma's little baby Loves clambake, clambake Mamma's little baby Loves clambake too. (Clambake, gonna have a clambake Clambake, gonna have a clambake). Recorded: 1967/02/22, first released on Clambake, November 19, 1967 Clean Up Your Own Back Yard (Words & music: Mac Davis / Billy Strange) Back porch preacher preaching at me Actin' like he wrote the Golden Rules Shakin' his fist and speechin' at me Shoutin' from his soap-box like a fool Come Sunday mornin' He's lyin' in bed With his eye all red From the wine in his head Wishing he was dead When he oughta be Headin' for Sunday school. Clean up your own backyard Oh don't you hand me None of your lines Clean up your own backyard You tend to your business I'll tend to mine. Drugstore cowboy criticizin' Actin' like he's better than you and me Standin' on the sidewalk supervisin' Tellin' everybody how they ought to be Come closin' time 'Most every night He locks up tight And out go the lights Then he ducks out of sight And he cheats on his wife With his employee. Clean up your own backyard Oh don't you hand me None of your lines Clean up your own backyard You tend to your business I'll tend to mine. Armchair quarterback's always moanin' Second guessin' people all day long Pushin', foolin' and hangin' on in Always messin' where they don't belong When you get right down To the nitty-gritty Isn't it a pity That in this big city Not a one a'little bitty Man'll admit he Could have been a little bit wrong. Clean up your own backyard Oh don't you hand me None of your lines Clean up your own backyard You tend to your business I'll tend to mine. Clean up your own backyard You tend to your business I'll tend to mine. Recorded: 1968/10/23, first released on single, June 1969 C'mon Everybody (Words & music: Joy Byers) Come on everybody And snap your fingers now Come on everybody And clap your hands real loud Come on everybody Take a real deep breath And repeat after me: I love my baby, I love my baby Hey, hey, hey and my baby loves me. Come on everybody And whistle this tune right now Come on everybody And stomp your feet real loud Come on everybody Take a real deep breath And repeat after me: I love my baby, I love my baby Hey, hey, hey and my baby loves me. Well, there ain't nothing wrong With the longhaired music Like Brahms, Beethoven and Bach Well I was raised with a guitar in my hands And I was born to rock. Well, come on everybody And turn your head to the left Come on everybody And turn your head to the right Come on everybody Take a real deep breath And repeat after me: I love my baby, I love my baby Hey, hey, hey and my baby loves me. Well, there ain't nothing wrong With the longhaired music Like Brahms, Beethoven and Bach Well I was raised with a guitar in my hands And I was born to rock. Well, come on everybody And turn your head to the left Come on everybody And turn your head to the right Come on everybody Take a real deep breath And repeat after me: I love my baby, I love my baby Hey, hey, hey and my baby loves me My baby loves me My baby loves me I said, my baby loves me, Recorded: 1963/07/09, first released on Viva Las Vegas EP, June 1964 Come Along (Words & music: David Hess) Come along, come along There's a full moon shining bright Come along, come along We're gonna hit Saint Louis tonight. Spend your money Lookin' at the chorus line Spend your money Winnin' on the number nine. Take your sweetheart Even though she's never been If she's worried Tell her that you always win. Come along, come along There's a full moon shining bright Come along, come along You're gonna win a fortune tonight. Hear the whistle Lady Luck is bound to go Is she smilin' Maybe yes or maybe no. Now's the time when Nights are filled with sweet romance Don't be bashful Step on up and take a chance. Come along, come along There's a full moon shining bright Come along, come along We're gonna hit Saint Louis tonight. Come along, come along You're gonna win a fortune tonight. Recorded: 1965/05/12, first released on Frankie And Johnny, April 1966 Come What May (Words & music: Franklyn Tableporter) I am yours and you are mine Come what may Love like ours remains divine Come what may. Even though we're miles apart You're living in my lonely heart At night the teardrops start And pour the long, long day. I've got your picture near me Since you went away I plant a kiss upon your lips Each night and day Bear in mind that you will find A heart that is true And I'll be here with you Come what may All right! I've got your picture near me Since you went away I plant a kiss upon your lips Each night and day. Bear in mind that you will find A heart that is true And I'll be here with you Come what may And I'll be here with you Come what may And I'll be here with you Come what may Ah, ba ba uhm, ba ba uhm, ba ba uhm Come what may Ah, ba ba uhm, ba ba uhm, ba ba uhm Come what may. Recorded: 1966/05/28, first released on single, 1966 Confidence (Words & music: Sid Tepper / Roy C. Bennett) When everyone thought The world was flat Columbus said »It's round« He went down in history And America was found 'Cause he had confidence A little thing called confidence There's no job too immense When you've got confidence With a »C« and an »O« and an »N« And an »F« and an »I« and a »D« And an »ENCE« Put 'em all together And what have you got? Confidence. You'll be surprised what you can do If you will only try Remember the tortoise and the hare Who had that famous race The speedy hare wound up nowhere And slowpoke took first place 'Cause he had confidence A little thing called confidence There's no job too immense When you've got Confidence. You'll be surprised what you can do If you will only try Remember the tortoise and the hare Who had that famous race The speedy hare wound up nowhere And slowpoke took first place 'Cause he had confidence A little thing called confidence There's no job too immense When you've got confidence With a »C« and an »O« and an »N« And an »F« and an »I« and a »D« And an »ENCE« Put 'em all together And what have you got? Confi, confi, confidence. Recorded: 1967/02/22, first released on Clambake, November 19, 1967 Cotton Candy Land (Words & music: Ruth Batchelor / Bob Roberts) Sandman's comin' Yes he's comin' To sprinkle you with sand He'll say »One, two, three« And you'll be In cotton candy land. Sandman's comin' Yes he's comin' He'll take you by the hand And you'll ride upon A big white swan In cotton candy land. You and the swan Will float upon A cloud of pink ice cream Where every star Is a candy bar And the moon is a marshmallow dream. Sandman's comin' Yes he's comin' Take his magic hand And now goodnight And now sleep tight In cotton candy land In cotton candy land. Recorded: 1962/09/22, first released on It Happened At The World's Fair, April 1963 Cottonfields (Words & music: Huddie »Leadbelly« Ledbetter) When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in the craddle In them old cottonfields back home. It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Texarkana In them old cotton fields back home. Well, when them cottonballs get rotten You can't pick very much cotton In them old cottonfields back home. It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile of Texarkana In them old cottonfields back home. Ta.. ta.. ta... In them old cottonfields back home. Well, when them cottonballs get rotten You can't pick very much cotton In them old cottonfields back home. It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Texarkana Oh, in them old cotton fields back home In them old cottonfields back home In them old cottonfields back home. Recorded: 1970/07/15, first released on That's The Way it Is - Special Edition, June 11, 2000 Could I Fall In Love (Words & music: Randy Starr) Could I fall in love For the very first time? That's what I ask myself When you're lips touch mine. Could I fall in love On a night like tonight? That's what I'd like to know When I hold you tight. Now that we're alone (Now that we're alone) Just a kiss apart (Just a kiss apart) I have the answer From the feeling in my heart. Could I fall in love And forever be true My heart tells me I could If I fell for you. Recorded: 1966/06/28, first released on Double Trouble, June 1967 Crawfish (Words & music: Fred Wise / Ben Weisman) Crawfish (Crawfish). Well I went to the Bayou Just last night There was no moon But the stars were bright Put a big long hook On a big long pole And I pulled Mr. Crawfish Out of his hole. Crawfish (Crawfish). See I got him See the size Stripped and cleaned Before your eyes Sweet meat, look Fresh and ready to cook. Crawfish (Crawfish). Now take Mr. Crawfish In your hand He's gonna look good In your fryin' pan If you fry him crisp Or you boil him right He'll be sweeter than sugar With every bite. Crawfish (Crawfish). See I got him See the size Stripped and cleaned Before your eyes Sweet meat, look Fresh and ready to cook. Crawfish (Crawfish). Recorded: 1958/01/15, first released on King Creole, Vol. 2 EP, August 1958 Cross My Heart And Hope To Die (Words & music: Sid Wayne / Ben Weisman) I can explain about last night Though things didn't look just right Please believe me There was nothing wrong I thought about you, baby All night long Cross my heart and hope to die Well, I wouldn't tell you no lie. You talk about a piece of rotten luck You do a friend a favor and you Wind up stuck She couldn't hold a candle to you No siree Very hard to handle Like a model T Cross my heart and hope to die Well, I wouldn't tell you no lie. Please believe me when I say Wild horses couldn't drag me away From you 'cause I Don't have to look too hard To see what I got In my own back yard. So please forgive me and forget Don't say my alibi's all wet I miss those kisses From your honeycomb This humble-bumble bee Just wants to fly back home Cross my heart and hope to die Well, I wouldn't tell you no lie. I wouldn't tell you no lie No no no no no no I wouldn't tell you no lie. Recorded: 1964/06/11, first released on Girl Happy, April 1965 Crying In The Chapel (Words & music: Arthur Glenn) You saw me crying in the chapel The tears I shed were tears of joy I know the meaning of contentment Now I am happy with the Lord. Just a plain and simple chapel Where humble people go to pray I pray the Lord that I'll grow stronger As I live from day to day. I've searched and I've searched But I couldn't find No way on earth To gain peace of mind. Now I'm happy in the chapel Where people are of one accord Yes, we gather in the chapel Just to sing and praise the Lord. You'll search and you'll search But you'll never find No way on earth To gain peace of mind. Take your troubles to the chapel Get down on your knees and pray Then your burdens will be lighter And you'll surely find the way. Recorded: 1960/10/30, first released on single, April 1965 |