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Opdateret 23. juli 2007

Padre (Words & music: Jacques LaRue / Paul Francis Webster / Alain Romans) The day that we wed You blessed us and said, »May heaven bestow you grace«. There in that holy place We shared our first embrace. Our cottage was small But richer than all The palaces of the king. All day the birds would sing, Our hearts were filled with spring. Padre, Padre, What happened to our love so true? Padre, oh, Padre, In my grief I turn to you. Then he came along And sang her his song, And won her with honey lies. He of the fiery eyes; Now it's not her that cries. So, I kneel and pray The hours away, And weary my heart has grown, Wondering where love has flown, Counting my weeks alone. Padre, oh, Padre, Please tell me how such things can be! Padre, oh, Padre, Pray for my love and me. Recorded: 1971/05/15, first released on Elvis (Fool), July 1973 Paradise, Hawaiian Style (Words & music: Bill Giant / Bernie Baum / Florence Kaye) Hawaii, U.S.A., Hawaii, U.S.A., We're flyin', comin' your way, Aloha, Hawaii, U.S.A. Gee, it's great To be in that fiftieth state, The land of enchanted dreams. What an isle, Where it's heaven tropical style, Where love weaves a spell it seems. Hawaii, U.S.A., Hawaii, U.S.A., We're flyin', comin' your way, Aloha, Hawaii, U.S.A. Gee, what fun, Just to swim and surf in the sun, While the trade winds caress the sea. What a sight, Those exotic scenes of delight Are waiting for you and me. Hawaii, U.S.A., Hawaii, U.S.A., Hawaii, U.S.A. ... Recorded: 1965/07/27, first released on Paradise, Hawaiian Style, June 1966 Paralyzed (Words & music: Otis Blackwell / Elvis Presley) When you looked into my eyes, I stood there like I was hypnotized. You sent a feeling to my spine, A feeling warm and smooth and fine, But all I could do were stand there paralyzed. When we kissed, ooh, what a thrill, You took my hand and, ooh baby, what a chill. I felt like grabbin' you real tight, Squeeze and squeeze with all my might, But all I could do were stand there paralyzed. Oh, yeah, lucky me, I'm singin' ev'ry day, ooh, Ever since the day you came my way, ooh. You made my life for me Just one big happy game; I'm gay ev'ry morning, At night I'm still the same. Well, do you remember that wonderful time When you held my hand, And swore that you'd be mine? In front of the preacher you said: »I do«; I couldn't say a word for thinking of you All I could do was stand there paralyzed. Oh, lucky me, I'm singin' ev'ry day, ooh, Ever since the day you came my way, ooh. You made my life for me Just one big happy game; I'm gay ev'ry morning, At night I'm still the same. Honey child, Do you remember that wonderful time When you held my hand And swore that you'll be mine? In front of the preacher you said: »I do«; I couldn't say a word for thinking of you. All I could do was stand there paralyzed. All I could do was stand there paralyzed. Recorded: 1956/09/02, first released on Elvis, October 19, 1956 Party (Words & music: Jessie Mae Robinson) Some people like to rock, Some people like to roll, But movin' and a groovin' Gonna satisfy my soul. Let's have a party, Ooh, let's have a party. Send it to the store And let's buy some more, And let's have a party tonight. I've never kissed a bear, I've never kissed a goon, But I can shake a chicken In the middle of the room. Let's have a party, Ooh, let's have a party. Send it to the store And let's buy some more, And let's have a party tonight. Now, Honky Tonky Joe Is knockin' at the door, Bring him in and fill him up And set him on the floor. Let's have a party, Ooh, let's have a party. Send it to the store And let's buy some more, And let's have a party tonight. The meat is on the stove, The bread is gettin' hot, Everybody come and taste The possum poppa shot Let's have a party, Ooh, let's have a party. Send it to the store And let's buy some more, And let's have a party tonight. Ah, we're gonna have a party tonight. Recorded: 1957/01/22, first released on Loving You, July 1957 Patch It Up (Words & music: Eddie Rabbitt / Rory Bourke) One, two, three, four. We've got to patch it up, baby, Before we fall apart at the seams. We've got to patch it up, baby, We can't let time unravel our dreams. Let's go back and touch the past, One more night is all I ask, Get that feelin', that old feelin', Feel it healin'. We can patch it up, baby, We can patch it up, baby, We can patch it up, baby, Patch it up with a whole lot of love. Ho. We've got patch it up, baby, Let's sweep out all the cobwebs Off our hearts We've got to patch it up, baby, Before indiff'rence pulls us apart. Don't let a good love die, Let's give it just one more try With that feelin', that old feelin', Feel it healin'. We can patch it up, baby, We can patch it up, baby, We can patch it up, baby, Patch it up with a whole lot of love. We can patch it up, baby, We can patch it up, baby, We can patch it up, baby, Patch it up with a whole lot of love. We can patch it up, baby, We can patch it up, baby, We can patch it up, baby, Patch it up with a whole lot of love. We've got patch it up, baby, We can patch it up, baby, We've got patch it up, baby, Patch it up with a whole lot of love. We've got patch it up, baby, We can patch it up, baby, Sing it, join all, We've got patch it up, baby, Patch it up with a whole lot of love. We've got patch it up, baby, We can patch it up, baby, We've got patch it up, baby, Patch it up with a whole lot of love. Patch it up with a whole lot of love. We've got patch it up, baby, We can patch it up, baby, We can patch it up, baby, Patch it up with a whole lot of love. We can patch it up, baby, We can patch it up, baby, We can patch it up, baby, Patch it up with a whole lot of love. Hold now. Recorded: 1970/06/08, first released on single, 1970 Peace In The Valley (Words & music: Thomas Andrew Dorsey) Oh well, I'm tired and so weary But I must go alone, Till the Lord comes and calls, Calls me away, oh, yes. Well the morning so bright And the lamp is the light, And the night, the night is as black As the sea, oh, yes. (There will be peace in the valley For me some day), There will be peace in the valley For me, oh, Lord I pray. (There'll be no sadness, no sorrow, No trouble, trouble I see). There will be peace in the valley For me, (for me). Well, the bear will be gentle And the wolves will be tame, And the lion shall lay down By the lamb, oh, yes. And the beasts from the wild Shall be led by a Child, And I'll be changed, Changed from this creature That I am, oh, yes. (There will be peace in the valley For me some day), There will be peace in the valley For me, oh, Lord I pray. (There'll be no sadness, No sorrow, oh, my darling, No trouble, trouble I see). There will be peace in the valley For me, (for me). Recorded: 1957/01/13, first released on Peace In The Valley EP, November 1957 Petunia, The Gardener's Daughter (Words & music: Sid Tepper / Roy C. Bennett) I've gotta gal, Oh what a pal, The apple of my eye. We're something rare, A peach of a pair, But her dad won't let us meet And I could die. I love Petunia, The gardener's daughter, Ooh, how that gal can kiss. Her eyes are blue as bluebells, Each cheek a rose to see. Oh, how I dance When she plants Her two lips on me. I'm as daffy as a daffodil, I long to kiss her all the time. Tonight I'll steal into her garden And make Petunia's two lips mine. (I've got a beau, I love him so, The apple of my eye. We're something rare, A peach of a pair, But my dad won't let us meet And I could die). And we could die. I love Petunia, The gardener's daughter, Ooh, how that gal can kiss. (My eyes are blue as bluebells, Each cheek a rose to see). Oh, how I dance When she plants Her two lips on me. (He's as daffy as a daffodil, He loves to kiss me all the time). Tonight I'll steal into her garden And make Petunia's two lips mine. She makes other girls look just like weeds. (I wanna be his clinging vine). Tonight I'll steal into her garden And make Petunia's two lips, (My ever loving two lips), Make Petunia's two lips mine. Recorded: 1965/05/14, first released on Frankie And Johnny, April 1966 Pieces Of My Life (Words & music: Troy Seals) Water glass full of whiskey; Women that I never knew too well. Lord, the things I've seen and done, Most of which I'd be ashamed to tell. I don't know how it started, That's what makes a man a man, I guess. Now I'm holdin' on to nothin', Tryin' to forget the rest. I'm lookin' back on my life, To see if I can find the pieces. I know that some were stolen And some just blew away. Well, I've found the bad parts, Found all the sad parts, But, I guess, I threw the best parts away, Lord, away, away. Playin' the bars, playin' like a star, Anything to get a name. Carryin' on, livin' on songs My friends wrote for me to sing. I'm lookin' back on my life, To see if I can find the pieces. I know that some were stolen And some just blew away. Well, I've found the bad parts, Found all the sad parts, But, I guess, I threw the best parts away, Away, away. Lord, the pieces of my life They're everywhere, they're everywhere, And the one I miss most of all is you, And you know who. Lookin' back on my life, Lord, To see if I can find the pieces. Lookin' back on my life today, To see if I can find the pieces. Lookin' back on my life, God, help me find the pieces ... Recorded: 1975/03/12, first released on Today, May 1975 Plantation Rock (Words & music: Bill Giant / Bernie Baum / Florence Kaye) Now, come along with me, We'll do the plantation rock. It's easy as can be, You'll wanna dance 'round the clock. Well, it became a sensation, Rockin' on the plantation, Dancin' in the fields down to each dock. A-do the plantation rock. So come on, bend your knees, Twist with ease, side to side Like the swaying trees keepin' rhythm. Now add some pep, double step Shake right there like a rockin' chair And stay with 'em. Well, now you're right at home Doin' the plantation rock. Just do it as you are shown, You'll wanna dance 'round the clock. Well, just like on the plantation, Folks all over the nation Started rockin' on each street and block. They do the plantation rock, They do the plantation rock, They do the plantation rock, They do the plantation rock ... Recorded: 1962/03/28, first released on A Legendary Performer, Vol. 4, November 1983 Playing For Keeps (Words & music: Stanley A. Kesler) I'm playin' for keeps This time it's real And I want you to know Exactly how I feel I'm playin' for keeps For sure this time And I won't be happy Until I know you're mine. There have been others That could love me true But no one else can thrill me like you do I'm playin' for keeps Oh love me too Oh, don't make me sorry That I fell in love with you. There have been others That could love me true But no one else can thrill me like you do I'm playin' for keeps Oh love me too Oh, don't make me sorry That I fell in love with you. Recorded: 1956/09/01, first released on single, January 1957 Please Don't Drag That String Around (Words & music: Otis Blackwell / Winfield Scott) Mm, mm, you like to keep me A-dangling on a string, 'Cause you know without you My life don't mean a thing. So, I beg you, Please don't drag that string around, oh no, Well, what if it should break, tell me, What would I do then? Keep that string up off the ground, oh yeah, Remember, my heart is tied to the other end, Mm. Yes, I'm your puppet, My heart is in your hand, One twist of the wrist And I'll jump to your command. So, I beg you, Please don't drag that string around, oh no, Well, what if it should break, What would I do then, baby? Keep that string up off the ground, oh yeah, Remember, my heart is tied to the other end, Mm. I feel inside me, As sure as anything, One day I'll mean more to you Than a puppet on a string. So, I beg you Please don't drag that string around, oh no, Well, what if it should break, tell me, What would I do then, baby? Keep that string up off the ground, oh yeah, Remember, my heart is tied to the other end. Recorded: 1963/05/26, first released on single, June 1963 Please Don't Stop Loving Me (Words & music: Joy Byers) Please don't stop loving me; You were born just to be In my arms, in my arms. Please don't stop loving me; Your lips were made just to be Kissed by me, kissed by me. When I'm with you, I don't know Day from night, wrong from right. You're my world, that's all I know, I love you so, I won't let go. Please don't stop loving me, Darling, you'll always be Mine alone, mine alone. Recorded: 1965/05/13, first released on single, March 1966 Pledging My Love (Words & music: Ferdinand Washington / Don D. Robey) Forever, my darling, Our love will be true, Always and forever I'll love only you. Just promise me, darling, Your love in return, May this fire in my soul, dear, Forever burn. My heart's at your command, dear, To keep, love and to hold. Making you happy's my desire, dear, Keeping you is my goal. I'll forever love you For the rest of my days, I'll never part from you Or your loving ways. Just promise me, darling, Your love in return, May this fire in my soul, dear, Forever burn. Ooh, ooh ... My heart's at your command, dear, To keep, love and to hold. Making you happy's my desire, dear, Keeping you is my goal. I'll forever love you For the rest of my days, I'll never part from you Or your loving ways. Just promise me, darling, Your love in return, May this fire in my soul, dear, Forever burn. Recorded: 1976/10/29, first released on Moody Blue, June 1977 Pocketful Of Rainbows (Words & music: Fred Wise / Ben Weisman) I don't worry Whenever skies are gray above. Got a pocketful of rainbows, Got a heart full of love. Mister Heartache, I've found a way to make him leave. Got a pocketful of rainbows, Got a star up in my sleeve. Kiss me extra tender, Hold me extra tight, 'Cause I'm savin' your sweetness For a lonely night, Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye. No more teardrops Now that I've found a love so true. I got a pocketful of rainbows, Got an armful of you. Kiss me extra tender, Hold me extra tight, 'Cause I'm savin' your sweetness For a lonely night, Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye. No more heartaches Now that I've found a love so true. Got a pocketful of rainbows, And an armful of you. Rainbows, rainbows, rainbows, Rainbows ... Recorded: 1960/05/06, first released on G.I. Blues, October 1960 Poison Ivy League (Words & music: Bill Giant / Bernie Baum / Florence Kaye) Hail to thee, old Ivy League Poison Ivy League! The rah-rah boys are sittin' 'Round the tables tonight, The rah-rah boys have lots of plans in view. They're gonna have panty raids And make their own lemonade, They'll live it up just like the big boys do. Poison Ivy League, Boys in that Ivy League Give me an itch, Those sons of the rich. That Poison Ivy League. The rah-rah boys will go to bed So early tonight, Before exams they need a lot o' rest. They gotta make good for dad, They gotta make good so bad They'll even pay someone to take that test. Poison Ivy League, Boys in that ivy league How can they flunk? They're so full of bunk. That Poison Ivy League. The rah-rah boys are being groomed For business some day, For better things to college they were sent. And you can bet they'll be The head of the company As long as dear old dad is president. Poison Ivy League, Boys in that Ivy League So loaded with cash, They give me a rash That Poison Ivy League. So let it be told I won't touch them with a ten foot pole. That Poison Ivy League. Recorded: 1964/03/02, first released on Roustabout, October 1964 Polk Salad Annie (Words & music: Tony Joe White) (Recitation) Some of y'all never been down south too much. Some of y'all never been down south too much. I'm gonna tell you a little story, so that you'll understand what I'm talking about. Down there we have a plant that grows out in the woods and the fields, and it looks somethin' like a turnip green. Everybody calls it polk salad. Now that's Polk salad. Now, that's polk salad, Lord have mercy! Used to know a girl that lived down there and she'd go out in the evenings to pick a mess of it. Carry it home and cook it for supper, 'cause that's about all they had to eat. But they did all right! Down in Louisiana Where the alligators grow so mean, Lived a girl that I swear to the world Made the alligators look tame. Polk Salad Annie, 'Gators got your granny, chomp, chomp. Everybody said it was a shame, 'Cause her mama was a-working on a chain gang. What a mean, vicious woman. Hoh! Every day before suppertime She'd go down by the truck patch And pick her mess o' polk salad And carry it home in a tow sack. Polk Salad Annie, 'Gators got your granny, wooh. Everybody said it was a shame, 'Cause her mama was a-working on a chain gang. A wretched, spiteful, Straight-razor totin' woman. Lord have mercy. You sock a little polk salad to me, You know I nedd a ... Hoh! Her daddy was lazy and no-count, Claimed he had a bad back. All her brothers were fit for Stealin' watermelons out of my truck patch. Polk Salad Annie, 'Gators got your granny, chomp, chomp. Everybody said it was a shame, 'Cause her mama was a-working on a chain gang. Hoh! You sock a little polk salad to me, You know I need a real mess, Sock a little. Hoh! Hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah (Chic a bon, chic a bon, Chic a bon bon bon bon. Chic a bon, chic a bon, Chic a bon bon bon bon bon) Sock a little polk salad to me, You know I need a real mess. Sock a little polk salad, You know I need a real ... Ching chang a ching chang, Ching chang a ching chang a ling a ling. Ching chang a ching chang a ling. Ching chang a ching chang. Ching chang a ching chang. Ching chang a ching chang. Ching chang a ching chang a ling a ling. Ching chang ... Recorded: 1970/02/18, first released on On Stage, June 1970 Poor Boy (Words & music: Vera Matson / Elvis Presley) They call me poor boy, Poor boy, poor boy, But I ain't lonesome, And I ain't blue. 'Cause I could never be a poor boy, As long as I've got a dolly like you. Ain't got a crust, ain't got a cent, Can't buy a jug, can't pay the rent. I got a heartfull of dreams And a lot of memories, And that's enough for me. They call me poor boy, Poor boy, poor boy, But I ain't lonesome, And I ain't blue. 'Cause I could never be a poor boy, As long as I've got a dolly like you. Can't buy a house, can't buy a lot, Ain't got a bean, ain't got a pot, But what I got is a heart Full of lovin' memories, And that's enough for me. They call me poor boy, Poor boy, poor boy, But I ain't lonesome, And I ain't blue. 'Cause I could never be a poor boy, As long as I've got a dolly like you. Don't have a pig, don't have a cow, Don't have a horse to pull a plow, But what I got is a heart Full of lovin' memories, And that's enough for me. They call me poor boy, Poor boy, poor boy, But I ain't lonesome, And I ain't blue. 'Cause I could never be a, a poor boy, As long as I got a dolly like, I got a dolly like, I got a dolly like you. Recorded: 1956/08/24, first released on Love Me Tender EP, November 1956 Power Of My Love (Words & music: Bill Giant / Bernie Baum / Florence Kaye) Mm, oh, break it, burn it, Drag it all around; Twist it, turn it, You can't tear it down. 'Cause ev'ry minute, ev'ry hour You'll be shaken By the strength and mighty power Of my love, you will, mm mm. Crush it, kick it, You can never win I know, baby, you can't lick it, ha ha, I'll make you give in. 'Cause ev'ry minute, ev'ry hour You'll be shaken By the strength and mighty power Of my love, uh huh, uh huh. Baby, I want you, You'll never get away, My love will haunt you, Yes, haunt you night and day. Push it, pound it, What good does it do; There's just no stoppin' The way I feel for you. 'Cause ev'ry minute, ev'ry hour You'll be shaken By the strength and mighty power Of my love, uh huh, uh huh, ha ha. Yeah, yeah, baby, I want you, You'll never get away My love will haunt you, Yes, haunt you night and day. Punch it, uh, pound it, What good does it do; There's just no stoppin' The way I feel for you. 'Cause ev'ry minute, ev'ry hour You'll be shaken By the strength and mighty power Of my love, my love. I said, ev'ry minute, ev'ry hour You'll be shaken By the strength and mighty power Of my love, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh. Yeah, ev'ry minute, ev'ry hour You'll be shaken By the strength and mighty power Of my love ... Recorded: 1969/02/18, first released on From Elvis In Memphis, June 1969 Promised Land (Words & music: Chuck Berry) Ah, get on now! I left my home in Norfolk, Virginia, California on my mind. I straddled that Greyhound And rode him into Raleigh And on across Caroline. We had motor trouble That turned into a struggle Halfway across Alabam', Well, that 'hound broke down And left us all stranded In downtown Birmingham. Right away I brought me A through train ticket Right across Mississippi clean, And I was on the midnight flyer Out of Birmingham Smokin' into New Orleans. Somebody helped me Get out of Louisiana Just to help me get to Houston Town, There are people there who care A little about me And they won't let the poor boy down. Take it! Sure as you're born, They bought me a silk suit, Put luggage in my hand, And I woke up high Over Alberquerque On a jet to the Promised Land. Workin' on a T-bone steak A la carte, Flyin' over to the Golden State When the pilot told us That in thirteen minutes He would set us at the terminal gate. Swing low chariot, Come down easy, Taxi to the terminal zone, Cut your engines And cool your wings And let me make it to the telephone. Los Angeles, Give me Norfolk, Virginia, Tidewater four-ten-O-nine, Tell the folks back home This is the Promised Land callin' And the poor boy's on the line. Workin' on a T-bone steak A la carte, Flyin' over to the Golden State When the pilot told us That in thirteen minutes He would set us at the terminal gate. Swing low chariot, Come down easy, Taxi to the terminal zone, Cut your engines And cool your wings And let me make it to the telephone. Los Angeles, Give me Norfolk, Virginia, Tidewater four-ten-O-nine, Tell the folks back home This is the Promised Land callin' And the poor boy's on the line. Recorded: 1973/12/15, first released on single, October 1974 Proud Mary (Words & music: John Fogerty) Hoh! Left a good job in the city, Workin' for the man ev'ry night and day, And I never lost one minute of sleepin', Worryin' about the way Things might have been. A big wheel keep on turnin', Proud Mary keep on bum, bum, bum, bum. Rollin', rollin', Rollin' on a river Rollin', rollin', Rollin' on a river. Hoh! Hoh! If you come down to the river, Bet you're gonna find some people who live. You don't have to worry 'Cause you have no money, People on the river are happy to give. I said a-big wheel keep on turnin', Proud Mary keep on bum, bum, bum, bum. Rollin', rollin', Rollin' on a river. Take it up! Rollin', rollin', Rollin' on a river. If you come down to the river, I bet you're gonna find some people who live. You don't have to worry 'Cause you have no money, People on the river are happy to give. I said a-big wheel keep on turnin' Proud Mary keep on burnin'. Rollin', rollin', Rollin' on a river. Rollin', rollin', Rollin' on a river. Take it home! Recorded: 1970/02/16, first released on On Stage, June 1970 Puppet On A String (Words & music: Sid Tepper / Roy C. Bennett) Every time you look at me, I'm as helpless as can be, I become a puppet on a string, You can do 'most anything With me. All you do is touch my hand And your wish is my command, I become a puppet on a string You can do 'most anything With me. If you really love me, Darling, please be kind, I offer you the truest love That you will ever find. Take my heart and please be fair, Handle it with loving care, For I'm just a puppet on a string, You can do 'most anything With me. If you really love me, Darling, please be kind, I offer you the truest love That you will ever find. Take my heart and please be fair, Handle it with loving care, For I'm just a puppet on a string, You can do 'most anything With me. You can do 'most anything With me. Recorded: 1964/06/10, first released on Girl Happy, April 1965 Put The Blame On Me (Words & music: Kathleen Twomey / Fred Wise / Norman Blagman) If they say we were doin' wrong, If they say we were out too long, Well, you can say my arms Were just too strong. Put the blame, put the blame on me. Felt so good when I held you tight, Couldn't stop when we kissed goodnight. So if they tell us we don't heave the right, Put the blame, put the blame on me. What I feel is deep inside. This is real and I won't hide, Go ahead and use my name, I'll be proud to take the blame. You just did what I made you do. You love me and I love you too. So if the way they talk can bother you, Put the blame, put the blame on me, yeah. What I feel is deep inside. This is real and I won't hide, Go ahead and use my name, I'll be proud to take the blame. You just did what I made you do. You love me and I love you too. So if the way they talk can bother you, Put the blame, put the blame on me, yeah. Put the blame on me. Put the blame on me, ah hah, hah ... Recorded: 1961/03/12, first released on Something For Everybody, June 1961 Put Your Hand In The Hand (Words & music: Gene MacLellan) Put your hand in the hand of the man Who stilled the water. Put your hand in the hand of the man Who calmed the sea. Take a look at yourself And you can look at others diff'rently By puttin' your hand in the hand Of the man from Galilee, oh yeah. My mama taught me how to pray Before I reached the age of seven, When I'm down on my knees That's when I'm closest to heaven. Daddy lived his life With two kids and a wife, Well, you do what you must do, But he showed me enough of what it takes To get me through, oh yeh! Put your hand in the hand of the man Who stilled the water. Put your hand in the hand of the man Who calmed the sea. Take a look at yourself And you can look at others diff'rently By puttin' your hand in the hand Of the man from Galilee, oh yeah. Put your hand in the hand of the man Who stilled the water. Put your hand in the hand of the man Who calmed the sea. Take a look at yourself And you can look at others diff'rently By puttin' your hand in the hand Of the man from Galilee, oh yeah. Put your hand in the hand of the man Who stilled the water. Put your hand in the hand of the man Who calmed the sea. Take a look at yourself And you can look at others diff'rently By puttin' your hand in the hand Of the man from Galilee, oh yeah. Put your hand in the hand Of the man from Galilee, oh yeah. Put your hand in the hand Of the man from Galilee, oh yeah. Hoh, yeah, yeah ... Recorded: 1971/06/08, first released on Elvis Now, February 1972