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Opdateret 24. juli 2007

Rags To Riches (Words & music: Richard Adler / Jerry Ross) I know I'd go from rags to riches, If you would only say you care. And though my pockets may be empty I'd be a millionaire. My clothes may still be torn and tattered, But in my heart I'd be a king. Your love is all that ever mattered, It's everything. So open your arms and you'll open the door To all the treasure that I'm living for, Hold me and kiss me and tell me you're mine, Evermore. Must I forever stay a beggar Whose golden dreams will not come true, Or will I go from rags to riches? My fate is up to you, wooh. Recorded: 1970/09/22, first released on single, February 1971 Raised On Rock (Words & music: Mark James) I remember as a child I used to hear Music that they played, Lord, with a feel. Some call it folk, Some call it soul, But people, let me tell you It was rock and roll. I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul. Ev'ry day when I got home I turned on my radio. Listening to the music That my idols made I knew ev'ry single record The DJ's played From »Honky Tonk« to »Hound Dog«, »Johnny B. Goode« And »Chain Gang«, »Love Is Strange«, »Knock On Wood«. I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul. I was born to love the beat Of a thing called rock and roll. Some thought it was a fad, Thought that it would pass, But the younger generation Knew it would last. Time's gone by, The beat goes on And ev'ry time I hear it, Lord, It takes me home. I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul. Ev'ry day when I got home I turned on my radio. Mother played recordings Of Beethoven's Fifth, Mozart's sonatas Down the classical list. My papa loved to listen To those country songs While I was in the back room Rockin' on. I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul. I was born to love the beat Of a thing called rock and roll. I was raised on rock, Got that rhythm in my soul. I was born to love the beat Of a thing called rock and roll. I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul ... Recorded: 1973/07/23, first released on single, September 1973 Reach Out To Jesus (Words & music: Ralph R. Carmichael) Is your burden heavy As you bear it all alone? Does the road you travel Harbor danger yet unknown? Are you growing weary In the struggle of it all? Jesus will help you When on His name you call. He's always there Hearing ev'ry prayer, Faithful and true. Walking by our side, In His love we'll hide All the day through. When you get discouraged Just remember what to do: Reach out to Jesus, He's reaching out to you. Is the life you're living Filled with sorrow and despair? Does the future press you With its worry and its care? Are you tired and friendless, Have you almost lost your way? Jesus will help you, Just come to him today. He's always there, Hearing ev'ry prayer, Faithful and true. Walking by our side, In His love we'll hide All the day through. When you get discouraged Just remember what to do: Reach out to Jesus, Come on and reach out to Jesus, I said to reach out to Jesus, He's reaching out to you. Recorded: 1971/06/08, first released on He Touched Me, April 1972 Ready Teddy (Words & music: Robert Blackwell / John Marascalo) Ready, set, go, man, go, I got a gal that I love so. I'm ready, Ready, ready, ready, I'm ready, Ready, ready Teddy, I'm ready, Ready, ready Teddy, I'm ready, ready ready to rock'n'roll. Goin' down to the corner, Pick up my sweetie pie. She's my rock'n'roll baby, She's the apple of my eye, I'm ready, Ready, ready Teddy, I'm ready, Ready, ready, ready, I'm ready, Ready, ready Teddy, I'm ready, ready ready to rock'n'roll. Well, the flat top cats And the dungaree dolls Are headed for the gym To the Sock Hop Ball. The joint is really jumpin', The cats are goin' wild. The music really sends me, I dig that crazy style. I'm ready, Ready, ready Teddy, I'm ready, Ready, ready Teddy, I'm ready, Ready, ready Teddy, I'm ready, ready ready to rock'n'roll. Flat top cats And the dungaree dolls Are headed for the gym To the Sock Hop Ball. The joint is really jumpin', The cats are goin' wild. The music really sends me, I dig that crazy style. I'm ready, Ready, ready Teddy, I'm ready, Ready, ready, ready, I'm ready, Ready, ready Teddy, I'm ready, ready ready to rock'n'roll. Gonna kick off my shoes, Roll up my faded jeans, Grab my rock'n'roll baby, Pour on the steam. I shuffle to the left, I shuffle to the right, Gonna rock'n'roll Till the early, early night. I'm ready, Ready, ready, ready, I'm ready, Ready, ready Teddy, I'm ready, Ready, ready Teddy, I'm ready, ready ready to rock'n'roll. Recorded: 1956/09/03, first released on Elvis, October 19, 1956 Reconsider Baby (Words & music: Lowell Fulson) Well, so long, Oh, how I hate to see you go. Yes, so long, Oh, how I hate to see you go. Well, the way that I will miss you, Child, I guess, you'll never know. We've been together so long, To have to separate this way. We've been together so long, To have to separate this way. Well, I'm gonna let you go ahead on, baby, Pray that you'll come back home some day. Play the blues, boys. Play the blues. Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah. One more time! Yeah, yeah. Ha, ha. Yeah, yeah. Take it home. You said you once had loved me, But now I guess you've changed your mind. You said you once had loved me, But now I guess you've changed your mind. Why don't you reconsider, baby? Give yourself just a little more time. Oh, yeah! Recorded: 1960/04/03, first released on Elvis Is Back, April 1960 Relax (Words & music: Sid Tepper / Roy C. Bennett) Relax, kick your shoes off, baby, Relax, here we are alone. Relax, if the phone rings let it, Just forget it, we're not at home. Let loose, let your hair down, honey. Unwind, turn the lights down low. Relax, let's uncork the stopper. Come to papa, come on, let's go Defrost your charms, There's only the two of us here. Come in my arms And make yourself comf'table, dear. Relax, ah, let's get cozy, baby, Come on, even concrete cracks. Cut loose, when love knocks invite it, Don't you fight it, come on, relax. Defrost your charms, There's only the two of us here. Come in my arms And make yourself comf'table, dear. Relax, let's get cozy, baby, Come on, even concrete cracks. Cut loose, life is worth the livin' When you're givin', come on, relax. Relax, mm. Let loose, mm. Defrost, mm mm mm. Recorded: 1962/08/30, first released on It Happened At The World's Fair, April 1963 Release Me (Words & music: Eddie Miller / Robert Yount / Dub Williams) Oh, yeah, baby! You're gonna like this! Let's play it hard now! Oh, please release me, let me go, For I just don't love you anymore. To waste our lives would be a sin, Oh hoh hoh, release me And let me love again. Oh, I have found a new love, dear, And I will always want her near. Her lips are warm, while yours are cold. Oh hoh hoh, release me, My darling, let me go. Oh, please release me, let me go, Yeah, baby, For I just don't love you anymore. To waste our lives would be a sin, Oh hoh hoh, release me, And let me love again. Doh doh doh doh doh. Oh, please release me, let me go, child For I just don't love you anymore. To waste our lives would be a sin, Oh hoh hoh, release me, And let me love again. Let me go! Oh, release me, my darling, Let me go. Recorded: 1970/02/18, first released on On Stage, June 1970 Return To Sender (Words & music: Otis Blackwell / Winfield Scott) Return to sender, Return to sender. I gave a letter to the postman, He put it his sack. But in early next morning, He brought my letter back. (She wrote upon it:) Return to sender, Address unknown. No such number, No such zone. We had a quarrel, A lover's spat. I write I'm sorry But my letter keeps coming back. So then I dropped it in the mailbox And sent it special D. But in early next morning It came right back to me. (She wrote upon it:) Return to sender, Address unknown. No such number, No such zone. This time I'm gonna take it myself And put it right in her hand. And if it comes back the very next day, Then I'll understand (The writing on it.) Return to sender, Address unknown, No such number, No such zone. Ah, return to sender, Return to sender, Return to sender, Return to sender ... Recorded: 1962/03/27, first released on single, October 1962 Riding The Rainbow (Words & music: Ben Weisman / Fred Wise) I'm ridin' the rainbow, Hittin' the highway to happiness. Oh, yes, I'm lookin' to find Someone who's meant to be mine. (I'm livin' to love) I'm livin' to love (And lovin' to live) And lovin' to live. (I've got a heart) I've got a heart (I'm longin' to give) I'm longin' to give. (Oh), I'm ridin' the rainbow, I'll follow my star To where you are. I'm riding the rainbow, Headin' for heaven and happiness. I guess somebody, somewhere, Someday will teach me to care. (But bein' alone) But bein' alone (Don't bother me) Don't bother me. (I'm free to have fun) I'm free to have fun, (It's fun to be free) It's fun to be free. (While) I'm, I'm ridin' the rainbow, I'll follow my star. (Oh), I'm ridin' the rainbow To where you are. Recorded: 1961/10/26, first released on Kid Galahad EP, September 1962 Rip It Up (Words & music: Robert Blackwell / John Marascalco) Well, it's Saturday night and I just got paid, Fool about my money, don't try to save. My heart says go, go, have a time 'Cause it's Saturday night, babe, and feel fine. I'm gonna rock it up! I'm gonna rip it up! I'm gonna shake it up! Gonna ball it up! I'm gonna rip it up And ball tonight. Well, I got me a date and I won't be late, I picked her up in my '88'. Shag on down by the social hall When the joint starts jumpin' I'll have a ball. I'm gonna rock it up! I'm gonna shake it up! I'm gonna rip it up! Gonna ball it up! I'm gonna rip it up And ball tonight. Along about 10, I'll be flyin' high, Walk on out in the open sky. But I don't care if I spend my dough, 'Cause tonight I'm gonna be one happy soul. I'm gonna rock it up! I'm gonna rip it up! I'm gonna shake it up! Gonna ball it up! I'm gonna rip it up And ball tonight. Well it's Saturday night and I just got paid, Fool about my money don't try to save. My heart says go, go, have a time 'Cause it's Saturday night, babe, and I feel fine. I'm gonna rock it up! I'm gonna rip it up! I'm gonna shake it up! Gonna ball it up! I'm gonna rip it up And ball tonight, ha! Recorded: 1956/09/03, first released on Elvis, October 19, 1956 Rock-A-Hula Baby (Words & music: Fred Wise / Ben Weisman / Dolores Fuller) Rock-a-hula, rock, rock-a-hula, Rock-a-hula, rock, rock-a-hula, Rock-a-hula, rock, rock-a-hula, Rock-a-hula, rock, rock-a-hula, Rock-a-hula, rock, rock-a-hula, Rock-a-hula, rock. The way she moves her hips Up to her fingertips, I feel I'm heaven bound. And when she starts to sway, I've gotta say, She really moves the grass around. Rock-a-hula, baby, Rock-a-hula, baby, Got a hula lulu from Honolulu, That's the rock-a-hula baby of mine. Although I love to kiss My little hula miss, I never get the chance. I wanna hold her tight All through the night, But all she wants to do is dance. Rock-a-hula, baby, Rock-a-hula, baby, Got a hula lulu from Honolulu, That's the rock-a-hula baby of mine. (Oh, rock-a-hula, baby, Rock-a-hula, baby, Rock-a-hula, baby, Rock, rock, rock, rock. Rock-a-hula, baby, Rock-a-hula, baby, Rock-a-hula, baby, Rock, rock, rock, rock). Rock-a-hula, baby, Rock-a-hula, baby, Got a hula lulu from Honolulu, That's the rock-a-hula baby of mine. Oh, well, rock-a-hula baby of mine. Recorded: 1961/03/23, first released on Blue Hawaii, October 1961 Roustabout (Words & music: Bill Giant / Bernie Baum / Florence Kaye) I'm just a roustabout Shiftin' from town to town, No job can hold me down, I'm just a knock-around guy. There's a lotta space beneath that sky. Till I find my place there's no doubt, I'll be a rovin' roustabout. Call me the carefree kind, I wander with the breeze, My mind and heart's at ease Doin' what pleases me best. Gotta keep a-movin' east or west. Till I find my place there's no doubt, I'll be a rovin' roustabout. And even if a pretty girl Should catch my eye, I'll give her a quick »hello« And a fast »goodbye«. Oh, I'll go the way I want, Driftin' just like the sand, Doin' what job I can, Changin' my plans as I choose, Long as I keep happy I can't lose. Till I find my place there's no doubt, I'll be a rovin' roustabout. I'll be a rovin' roustabout. I'll be a rovin' roustabout. Rovin', rovin', rovin' roustabout. I'll be a ... Recorded: 1964/04/29, first released on Roustabout, October 1964 Rubberneckin' (Words & music: Dory Jones / Bunny Warren) Stop, look and listen, baby, That's my philosophy, It's called rubberneckin', baby, But that's all right with me. Stop, look and listen, baby, That's my philosophy, It's called rubberneckin', baby, But that's all right with me. Some people say I'm wasting time, They don't really know, I like what I see, I see what I like, Yeah, it gives me such a glow, Hey, yeah, yeah. First thing in the morning, Last thing at night, I look, stare, ev'rywhere And I see ev'rything insight, Hey, hey, hey. Stop, look and listen, baby, That's my philosophy, It's called rubberneckin', baby, But that's all right with me. People say I'm wasting time, Yeah, but I don't really care. I see what I like, I like what I see, Yeah, it gives me such a glow. Sittin' on the back porch All by myself, ha, ha, Along came Mary Jane, I'm with somebody else, Hey, hey, hey Stop, look and listen, baby, That's my philosophy, It's called rubberneckin', baby, That's all right with me. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Hey, hey, hey, hey, baby, That's all right with me, Hey, hey, hey, hey, Rubberneckin', baby, But that's all right with me, Yeah, yeah, yeah ... Recorded: 1969/01/20, first released on single, November 1969 Runaway (Words & music: Max Crook / Del Shannon) As I walk along I wonder What went wrong with our love, A love that was so strong. And as I still walk by, I think of The times we've had together, While our hearts were young. I'm a-walkin' in the rain, Tears are fallin', and I feel a pain, Wishin' you were here by me To end this misery. And I wonder, (I, I, I, I wonder) yeah, baby, Why, (why, why, why, why, why) You went away, And I wonder where you will stay, My little runaway, Run, run, run, run, runaway. Play it, James. I'm a-walkin' in the rain, Tears are fallin', and I feel a pain, Wishin' you were here by me To end this misery. And I wonder, (I, I, I, I wonder) yeah, Why, (why, why, why, why, why) You went away, And I wonder where you will stay, My little runaway, Run, run, run, run, runaway. Run, run, run, run, runaway. Run, run, run, run, runaway. Hoh! Recorded: 1969/08/25, first released on On Stage, June 1970 Run On (Words & music: Arranged by Elvis Presley) Mm, well, you may run on for a long time, (Run on for a long time), Run on for a long time, Let me tell you, God Almighty's Gonna cut you down. Go tell that long-tongued liar, Go tell that midnight rider, Tell the gamblers and ramblers, Eh, backbiter, Tell them God Almighty's Gonna cut 'em down. Stop! God Almighty, Let me tell you the news, My head's been wet With the midnight dews. I've been down on my bended knees, Talkin' to the man from Galilee. My God spoke And He spoke so sweet, I thought I heard the shuffle Of angel's feet. He put one hand upon my head, Great God Almighty, Let me tell you what He said. Go tell that long-tongued liar, Go tell that midnight rider, Tell the gamblers and ramblers, Backbiter, Tell them God Almighty's Gonna cut 'em down. You may run on for a long time, (Run on for a long time), Run on for a long time, Let me tell you God Almighty's Gonna cut you down. You may throw your rock And hide your hand, Workin' in the dark 'Gainst your fellow man, As sure as God made The day and the night, What you do in the dark Will be brought to the light. You may run and hide, Slip and slide, Tryin' to take the mote From the neighbour's eye, As sure as God made The rich and poor, You gonna reap A-just what you sow. You may run on for a long time, (Run on for a long time), Run on for a long time, Let me tell you God Almighty's Gonna cut you down. Go tell that long-tongued liar, Go tell that midnight rider, Tell the gamblers and ramblers, Backbiter, Tell them God Almighty's Gonna cut 'em down. Some people go to church Just to signify, Tryin' to make a date With the neighbour's wife. Well, brother let me tell you, Sure as you're born, You'd better leave that woman alone. Because one of these days, Mark my word, You think that brother Is gone to work. You'll sneak up And knock on the door, That's all, brother, You'll knock no more. Run on for a long time, (Run on for a long time), Run on for a long time, Let me tell you, God Almighty's Gonna cut you down. Go tell that long-tongued liar, Go tell that midnight rider, Tell the gamblers and ramblers, Backbiter, Tell them God Almighty's Gonna cut 'em down. Recorded: 1966/05/25, first released on How Great Thou Art, March 8, 1967