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Hound Dog [Elvis Presley]
Land Of 1000 Dances [Wilson Pickett]
Blowin’ In The Wind [Joan Baez]
Fortunate Son [Creedence Clearwater Revival]
I Can’t Help Myself [The Four Tops]
Respect [Aretha Franklin]
Rainy Day Women #12 & 35 [Bob Dylan]
Sloop John B [The Beach Boys]
California Dreamin’ [The Mamas & The Papas]
For What It’s Worth [Buffalo Springfield]
Break On Through (To The Other Side) [The Doors]
Mrs. Robinson [Simon & Garfunkel]
Volunteers [Jefferson Airplane]
Get Together [The Youngbloods]
San Francisco [Scott McKenzie]
Turn! Turn! Turn! [The Byrds]
Everybody’s Talkin’ [Harry Nilsson]
Joy To The World [Three Dog Night]
Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head [BJ Thomas]
Mr. President (Have Pity On The Working Man) [Randy Newman]
Sweet Home Alabama [Lynyrd Skynyrd]
It Keeps You Runnin’ [The Doobie Brothers]
You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog
Cryin’ all the time
You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog
Cryin’ all the time
Well, you ain’t never caught a rabbit
And you ain’t no friend of mine
Well they said you was high-classed
Well, that was just a lie
Yeah they said you was high-classed
Well, that was just a lie
Well, you ain’t never caught a rabbit
And you ain’t no friend of mine
You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog
Cryin’ all the time
You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog
Cryin’ all the time
Well, you ain’t never caught a rabbit
And you ain’t no friend of mine
Well they said you was high-classed
Well, that was just a lie
Yeah they said you was high-classed
Well, that was just a lie
Well, you ain’t never caught a rabbit
And you ain’t no friend of mine
Well they said you was high-classed
Well, that was just a lie
Ya know they said you was high-classed
Well, that was just a lie
Well, you ain’t never caught a rabbit
And you ain’t no friend of mine
You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog
Cryin’ all the time
You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog
Cryin’ all the time
Well, you ain’t never caught a rabbit
You ain’t no friend of mine
You gotta know how to pony
Like Bony Maronie.
Mashed potato,
Do the alligator.
Put your hands on your hips,
Let your backbone slip.
Do the Watusi
Like my little Lucy.
Dance with me honey
Like Long Tall Sally.
Twistin’ with Lucy,
Doin’ the Watusi.
Gotta hold of your back,
I like it like that.
Do the Jerk,
Watch me work.
Some folks are born to wave the flag,
Ooh, they’re red, white and blue.
And when the band plays»Hail to the chief»,
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no senator’s son, son.
It ain’t me, it ain’t me; I ain’t no fortunate one, no,
Yeah!
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, don’t they help themselves, oh.
But when the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no millionaire’s son, no.
It ain’t me, it ain’t me; I ain’t no fortunate one, no.
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord,
And when you ask them,»How much should we give?»
Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh,
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no military son, son.
It ain’t me, it ain’t me; I ain’t no fortunate one, one.
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate one, no no no,
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate son, no no no,
Sugarpie honeybunch
You know that I love you
I can’t help myself
I love you and nobody else
In and out my life
You come and you go
Leaving just your picture behind
And I kissed it a thousand times
When you snap your fingers
Or wink your eye
I come a running to you
I’m tied to you, baby
And there’s nothing I can do
Ooh, sugar
Sugarpie honeybunch
I’m weaker than a man should be
I can’t help myself
I’m a fool in love you see
Wanna tell you I don’t love you
Tell you that we’re through
And I’ve tried
But everytime I see your face
I get up all choked up inside
When I call your name, girl
It starts the flame burning in my heart
Tearin’ it all apart
No matter how I try
My love I cannot hide
Sugarpie honeybunch
You now that I’m weak for you
I can’t help myself
I love you and nobody else
Sugarpie honeybunch
I’ll do anything you ask me to
I can’t help myself
I want you and nobody else
Sugarpie honeybunch
You know that I love you
I can’t help myself
If you disrespect everybody that you run into
How in the world do you think everybody’s ‘sposed to respect you?
If you don’t give a heck about the man with the Bible in his hand
Just get out of the way and let the gentleman do his thing.
You the kind of gentleman want everything your way.
Take the sheet off your face boy, it’s a brand new day.
Respect yourself, respect yourself.
‘Cause if you don’t respect yourself
Ain’t nobody gonna give a good, good hootenanny boy.
Respect yourself.
If you’re walking around thinking
that the world owes you something ’cause you’re here
You’re going out the world backward like you did when you first came ‘ere.
Keep talking about the president won’t stop air pollution.
Put your hand over your mouth when you cough, that’ll help the solution.
You cuss around women folk, don’t even know their name,
Then you’re dumb enough to think it makes you a big ole man.
Respect yourself, respect yourself.
‘Cause if you don’t respect yourself
Ain’t nobody gonna give a good, good hootenanny boy.
Respect yourself.
Respect yourself…
Well, they’ll stone you when you’re trying to be so good
They’ll stone you just like they said they would
They’ll stone you when you’re trying to go home
And they’ll stone you when you’re there all alone
But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get stoned
Well, they’ll stone you when you’re at the breakfast table
They’ll stone you when you are young and able
They’ll stone you when you’re riding in your car
And they’ll stone you when you’re playing your guitar
But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get stoned
Well, they’ll stone you when you’re walking on the street
They’ll stone you when you’re tryin’ to keep your seat
They’ll stone you when you’re tryin’ to make a buck
Then they’ll stone you and then they’ll say»good luck»
But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get stoned
Well, they’ll stone you when you’re at the breakfast table
They’ll stone you when you are young and able
They’ll stone you and they’ll say that you are brave
They’ll stone you when you’re sent down in your grave
But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get stoned
We come on the Sloop John B
My Grandfather and me
Around Nassau Town we do roam
Drinking all night
Got into a fight
Well, I feel so broke up
I wanna go home
So hoist up the John B’s sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the captain ashore
Let me go home
Let me go home
I wanna go home
Well, I feel so broke up
I wanna go home
The first mate he got drunk
Thrown in the captain’s trunk
The constable had to come and take him away
Cheer up John Stone
Why d’you leave me alone
Well, I feel so broke up
I wanna go home
So hoist up the John B’s sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the captain ashore
Let me go home
Let me go home
I wanna go home
Well, I feel so broke up
I wanna go home
The poor cook he caught the fits
Threw away all of my grits
Then he caught and ate up all my corn
Let me go home
Why don’t they let me go home
This is the worst trip
I’ve ever been on
So hoist up the John B’s sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the captain ashore
Let me go home
Let me go home
I wanna go home
Well, I feel so broke up
I wanna go home
All the leaves are brown
All the leaves are brown
And the sky is grey
And the sky is grey
I’ve been for a walk
I’ve been for a walk
On a winter’s day
On a winter’s day
I’d be safe and warm
I’d be safe and warm
If I was in L.A.
If I was in L.A.
California dreaming
California dreaming
On such a winter’s day
Stopped into a church
I passed along the way
Well, I got down on my knees
Got down on my knees
And I pretend to pray
I pretend to pray
You know the preacher likes the cold
Preacher likes the cold
He knows I’m gonna stay
Knows I’m gonna stay
California dreaming
California dreaming
On such a winter’s day
All the leaves are brown
All the leaves are brown
And the sky is grey
And the sky is grey
I’ve been for a walk
I’ve been for a walk
On a winter’s day
On a winter’s day
If I didn’t tell her
If I didn’t tell her
I could leave today
I could leave today
California dreaming
California dreaming
On such a winter’s day
California dreaming
On such a winter’s day
California dreaming
On such a winter’s day
There’s something happening here
What it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
I think it’s time we stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
There’s battle lines being drawn
Nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong
Young people speaking their minds
Getting so much resistance from behind
I think it’s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
What a field-day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly say, hooray for our side
It’s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you’re always afraid
You step out of line, the man come and take you away
We better stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Stop, now, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
You know the day destroys the night,
Night divides the day;
Tried to run. Tried to hide
Break on thru to the other side, break on thru
We chased our pleasures here,
Dug our treasures there
Can you still recall the time we cried?
Break on thru to the other side, break on thru
I found an island in your arms,
A country in your eyes,
Arms that chain, eyes that lie
Break on thru… etc.
Made the scene from week to week,
Day to day, hour to hour,
The gate is straight, deep and wide
Break on thru… etc.
Break. Break. Break. Break
And here’s to you Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more thnan you will know
God bless you please Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
We’d like to know a little bit about you for our files
We’d like to help you learn to help yourself
Look around you all you see are sympathetic eyes
Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home
Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes
Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes
It’s a little secret just the Robinsons’ afair
Most of all you’ve got to hide it from the kids
Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon
Going to the candidates debate
Laugh about it shout about it when you’ve got to choose
Any way you look at it you lose
Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you
What’s that you say Mrs. Robinson
Joltin’ Joe has left and gone away
ook what’s happening out in the streets
Got a revolution
Got to revolution
Hey I’m dancing down the streets
Got a revolution
Got to revolution
Ain’t it amazing all the people I meet
Got a revolution
Got to revolution
One generation got old
One generation got soul
This generation got no destination to hold
Pick up the cry
Hey now it’s time for you and me
Got a revolution
Got to revolution
Come on now we’re marching to the sea
Got a revolution
Got to revolution
Who will take it from you
We will and who are we
We are volunteers of America
Love is but a song to sing
Fear’s the way we die
You can make the mountains ring
Or make the angels cry
Though the bird is on the wing
And you may not know why
Come on people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another
Right now
Some may come and some may go
We shall surely pass
When the one that left us here
Returns for us at last
We are but a moment’s sunlight
Fading in the grass
Come on people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another
Right now
If you hear the song I sing
You will understand (listen!)
You hold the key to love and fear
All in your trembling hand
Just one key unlocks them both
It’s there at you command
If you’re going to San Francisco
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you’re going to San Francisco
You’re gonna meet some gentle people there
For those who come to San Francisco
Summertime will be a love-in there
In the streets of San Francisco
Gentle people with flowers in their hair
All across the nation such a strange vibration
People in motion
There’s a whole generation with a new explanation
People in motion people in motion
For those who come to San Francisco
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you come to San Francisco
Summertime will be a love-in there
If you come to San Francisco
Summertime will be a love-in there
To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to be born, a time to die.
A time to plant, a time to reap.
A time to kill, a time to heal.
A time to laugh, a time to weep.
To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to build up, a time to break down.
A time to dance, a time to mourn.
A time to cast away stones.
A time to gather stones together.
To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time of love, a time of hate.
A time of war, a time of peace.
A time you may embrace.
A time to refrain from embracing.
To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to gain, a time to lose.
A time to rend, a time to sow.
A time for love, a time for hate.
A time for peace, I swear it’s not too late.
Everybody’s talking at me
I don’t hear a word they’re saying
Only the echoes of my mind
People stop and stare
I can’t see their faces
Only the shadows of their eyes
I’m going where the sun keeps shining
Through the pouring rain
Going where the weather
Suits my clothes
Banking off of the Northeast winds
Sailing on summer breeze
Skipping over the ocean like a storm
Everybody’s talking at me
Can’t hear a word they’re saying
Only the echoes of my mind
I won’t let you leave
My love behind
No I won’t let you leave
I won’t let you leave
My love behind
Jeremiah was a bullfrog
Was a good friend of mine
I never understood a single word he said
But I helped him a-drink his wine
And he always had some mighty fine wine
Singin’…
Joy to the world
All the boys and girls now
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea
Joy to you and me
If I were the king of the world
Tell you what I’d do
I’d throw away the cars and the bars and the war
Make sweet love to you
Sing it now…
Joy to the world
All the boys and girls
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea
Joy to you and me
You know I love the ladies
Love to have my fun
I’m a high life flyer and a rainbow rider
A straight shootin’ son-of-a-gun
I said a straight shootin’ son-of-a-gun
Joy to the world
All the boys and girls
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea
Joy to you and me
Joy to the world
Raindrops keep fallin’ on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothin’ seems to fit
Those raindrops are fallin’ on my head, they keep fallin’
So I just did me some talkin’ to the sun
And I said I didn’t like the way he got things done
Sleepin’ on the job
Those raindrops are fallin’ on my head, they keep fallin’
But there’s one thing I know
The blues they send to meet me won’t defeat me
It won’t be long till happiness steps up to greet me
Raindrops keep fallin’ on my head
But that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turnin’ red
Cryin’s not for me
‘Cause I’m never gonna stop the rain by complainin’
Because I’m free
Nothin’s worryin’ me
It won’t be long till happiness steps up to greet me
Raindrops keep fallin’ on my head
But that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turnin’ red
Cryin’s not for me
‘Cause I’m never gonna stop the rain by complainin’
Because I’m free
Nothin’s worryin’ me
We’ve taken all you’ve given
But it’s gettin’ hard to make a livin’
Mr. President have pity on the working man
We’re not asking you to love us
You may place yourself high above us
Mr. President have pity on the working man
I know it may sound funny
But people ev’ry where are runnin’ out of money
We just can’t make it by ourself
It is cold and the wind is blowing
We need something to keep us gong
Mr. President have pity on the working man
Maybe you’ve cheated
Maybe you’ve lied
Maybe you have finally lost your mind
Maybe you’re only thinking ’bout yourself
Too late to run. Too late to cry now
The time has come for us to say good-bye now
Mr. President have pity on the working man
Mr. President have pity on the working man
Big wheels keep on turning,
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the southland.
I miss ole bamy once again and I think it’s a sin.
Well, I heard Mister Young sing about her.
Well, I heard ole Neil put her down.
Well, I hope Neil Young will remember
A southern man don’t need him around anyhow.
Sweet home Alabama where the skies are so blue.
Sweet home Alabama, Lord, I’m coming home to you.
In Birmingham they love the Gov’nor.
Now we all did what we could do.
Now Watergate does not bother me.
Does your conscience bother you, tell the truth.
Sweet home Alabama where the skies are so blue.
Sweet home Alabama, Lord, I’m coming home to you.
Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers
And they ve been known to pick a song or two.
Lord, they get me off so much,
They pick me up when I’m feeling blue, now how about you.
Sweet home Alabama where the skies are so blue.
Sweet home Alabama, Lord, I’m coming home to you.
Sweet home Alabama where the skies are so blue.
Sweet home Alabama, Lord, I’m coming home to you.
Where you gonna go,
Where are you gonna hide?
You go on leaving out your heart
And all it’s saying deep inside.
I can feel your heart beat
You got me all wrong.
You don’t have to worry
You just been lonely too long
I know what it means to hide your heart
From a long time ago —
It keeps you running
I know how you feel
You know I been there
But what you’ve been keeping to yourself
Well you know it just ain’t fair
Are you gonna worry
For the rest of your life
Why are you in such a hurry
To be lonely one more night?
I know what it means to hide your heart
From a long time ago —