Listen To The Music........The Great BA Band The Doobies

'Don't you feel it growin', day by day
People gettin' ready for the news
Some are happy, some are sa-a-a-ad
Woah, gotta let the music play.

What the people need is a way to make them smile
Ain't so hard to do if you know how
Gotta get a message, get it on throu-ou-ou-ough
Oh now momma don't you ask me why.

Chorus:
Oh, oh, oh listen to the music,
(ditto a couple of times more)
all the time.

When, when i know you know baby, everything I say,
meet me in the country for a day.
We'll be happy and we'll dance.
Oh, we're gonna dance our blues away.

And if I'm feelin' good to you and you`re feelin' good to me
there ain't nothin' we can't do or say.
Feelin' good, feeling fine.
Oh, baby, let the music play.

Chorus

Like a lazy flowing river
surrounding castles in the sky.
And the crowd is growing bigger,
list'nin' for the happy sounds,
and I got to let them fly.

Chorus...

 

Start again

Vanessa Williams


It's winter time in the middle of the spring
I can't believe it, loneliness is calling me
And I can hear it
See I never thought I'd feel this way
So soon, no...
There is something that I know I have to do

Start again
And this time I'll make it better than before
I start again
For the second time around
I'll do much more, yeah...
Cause I refuse to let life
I'll pick the pieces up
And start again, yeah

Other roads, yeah
Oh this time I must be carefu
lWhen I choose them
See love was for the taking
But I refused it
I never thought
It cut so deep inside me
Oh no...
There is something
That I know I have to do

I start again
And this time I'll make it better than before, yeah
Start again
For the second time around
I'll do much more, yeah...
Cause I refuse to let life
I'll pick the pieces up
And start again

I can't seem to think
Of nothing better I can do

But start again

And this time I'll make it better than before, yeah
Start again
For the second time around
I'll do much more, yeah...
Cause I refuse to let life
I'll pick the pieces up

And start again...

Oh this time I'll make it better than before, yeah
I'll start again
For the second time around
I'll do much more, yeah...
Cause I refuse to let life
I'll pick the pieces up
And start again...



I thought that this was quite appropriate

 

Im too burnt from gettin songs to even throw one in to the first post I'll have to think about it and do it tommodow Thanks for your help Jamesey Poo!

 

You're welcome Mom

 

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U.S. Blues
Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Jerry Garcia
Published By; Ice Nine Publishing Co., Inc. (ASCAP)

Red and white, blue suede shoes
I'm Uncle Sam, how do you do
Gimme five, still alive
Ain't no luck, I learned to duck


Check my pulse, it don't change
Stay seventy two, come shine or rain
Wave the flag, pop the bag
Rock the boat, skin the goat


Chorus
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high
Summertime done come and gone, my oh my


I'm Uncle Sam, that's who I am
Been hiding out, in a rock and roll band
Shake the hand that shook the hand
Of P. T. Barnum and Charlie Chan


Shine your shoes, light your fuse
Can you use them old U.S. Blues
Drink your health, share your wealth
Run your life, steal your wife


[chorus]


Back to back, chicken shack
Son of a gun, better change your act
All confused, what's to lose
You can call this song the United States Blues


[chorus]

 

Uncle Sam's Blues
~Traditional


I got my questionnaire baby, you know I'm heading off for war
I got my questionnaire baby, you know I'm heading off for war
Well I'm gonna kill somebody, no one knows what for

Well Uncle Sam ain't a woman, but you know he sure can take your man
Well Uncle Sam ain't a woman, but you know he sure can take your man
There's 45,000 guys in the service and hes got them doing something they just don't understand

Well I'm going to do some fighting, of that I can be sure
Well I'm going to do some fighting, of that I can be sure
Well know I wan't to kill somebody, won't have to break no law

I got my questionnaire baby, you know I'm heading off for war
I got my questionnaire baby, you know I'm heading off for war
Well know I wan't to kill somebody, won't have to break no law


I got my draft notice when Hot Tuna recorded this live on their album Hot Tuna. September of 1969.

 

Polk Salad Annie

written by Tony Joe White
Originally recorded by Tony Joe White
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[spoken]
If some of ya'll never been down South too much...
I'm gonna tell you a little bit about this,
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,
Looks somethin' like a turnip green.
Everybody calls it Poke salad. Poke salad.
Used to know a girl that lived down there and
she'd go out in the evenings and 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.

[sung]
Down in Louisiana
Where the alligators grow so mean
There lived a girl that I swear to the world
Made the alligators look tame

Poke salad Annie, poke salad Annie
Everybody said it was a shame
Cause her mama was working on the chain-gang
(A mean, vicious woman)

Everyday 'fore supper time
She'd go down by the truck patch
And pick her a mess o' polk salad
And carry it home in a tote sack

Poke salad Annie, 'gators got you granny
Everybody said it was a shame
'Cause her mama was aworkin' on the chain-gang
(a wretched, spiteful, straight-razor totin' woman,
Lord have mercy. Pick a mess of it)

Her daddy was lazy and no count
Claimed he had a bad back
All her brothers were fit for
Was stealin' watermelons out of my truck patch


Poke salad Annie, the gators got your granny
Everybody said it was a shame
Cause her mama was a working' on the chain gang
(Sock a little polk salad to me, you know I need a mess of it)

 

White Bird
by It's A Beautiful Day

White bird,
in a golden cage,
on a winter's day,
in the rain.

White bird,
in a golden cage,
alone.

The leaves blow,
Across the long black road.
To the darkened skies,
in its rage

But the white bird just sits in her cage,
alone.

White bird must fly
Or she will die

White bird,
dreams of the aspen trees,
with their dying leaves,
turning gold.

But the white bird just sits in her cage,
growing old.

White bird must fly or she will die.
White bird must fly or she will die.

The sunsets come, the sunsets go.
The clouds pile high,the air moves slow.
And the young bird's eyes do always know.

She must fly,
She must fly,
She must fly.

White bird,
In a golden cage,
On a winter's day, in the rain.

White bird,
In a golden cage alone.

White bird must fly or she will die.
White bird must fly or she will die.
White bird must fly or she will die.

 

Girl With No Eyes
by It's A Beautiful Day

There's a girl in my room and her face on the wall with no eyes.
There's a girl in my room and her face on the wall with no eyes.
Girl with no eyes,
who can she be?
Girl with no eyes,
she's looking at me.

There's a girl in my room and her face on the wall with no eyes.
If I make a sound she'll know that I'm stirring inside.
If I make a sound she'll know that I'm trying to hide.

Girl with no eyes,
who can she be?
Girl with no eyes,
she's looking at me.
Beautiful girl,
who does she see?
Beautiful girl,
she seems to be staring.

Doesn't eveybody know, everybody know,
love takes a lifetime.
And doesn't everbody know, everbody know,
love is the eye sight,
it's the eye sight of a lifetime.

She's just a reflection of all of the time that's gone by.
She's just a reflection of all of the time I've been high.

Girl with no eyes,
who can she be?
Girl with no eyes,
she's looking at me.
Beautiful girl,
who does she see?
Beautiful girl,
she seems to be staring.

Doesn't eveybody know, everybody know,
love takes a lifetime.
And doesn't everbody know, everbody know,
love is the eye sight,
it's the eye sight of a lifetime.


I was in a 60's mood for these this morning.

 

Mom, sorry I missed the lock-down on your first great music thread!!


my favorite corner song


CCR
Down on the Corner


Early on the evening, just about suppertime

Over by the courthouse they're startin' to unwind

Four kids on the corner, tryin' to bring you up

Willie picks a tune out and he blows it on the harp


CHORUS:

Down on the corner, out in the street

Willie and the Poorboys are playin'

Bring a nickel, tap your feet


Rooster hits the wash board, and people just got to smile

Blinky thumps the gut-bass and solos for a while

Poorboy twangs the rhythm out, on his kalamazoo

Willie goes into a dance and doubles on kazoo


CHORUS:

SOLO

CHORUS:

You don't need a penny, just to hang around

But if you got a nickel won't you lay your money down

Over on the corner, there's a happy noise

People come from all around to watch the magic boy