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Irish '60s Songbook page 13 |
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| Put Another Log On The Fire
(Tompall Glazer) Recorded by The Big Time (featuring Johnny Shiels) 1976 Hawk HASP385 ________________________________________________ Put another log on the fire, Cook me up some bacon and some beans; And go out to the car and change the tyre Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans. Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe, And then go fetch my slippers; And boil me up another pot of tea Then put another log on the fire, babe, And come and tell me why you're leaving me. Now don't I let you wash the car on Sunday? Don't I warn you when you're gettin' fat? Ain't I gonna take you fishin' with me someday? Well, a man can't love a woman more than that. Ain't I always nice to your kid sister? Don't I take her driving every night? So, sit here at my feet 'cos I like you when you're sweet, And you know it ain't feminine to fight. So, put another log on the fire, Cook me up ... |
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| Serenade Of The Bells
(Twomey/Goodhart/Urbano) Recorded by The Black Aces 1965 Emerald MD1023 / Cause I Love You ______________________________________ In the sleepy town of San Juanita There's a story that a padre tells Of a gay senor and senorita And the serenade of the bells. Seems they asked the padre for permission To be married early in the spring But their folks had made just one condition, That the mission bells had to ring. Everyone knew the bells were broken, And hadn't sounded for a long, long time. Then one night the village was astounded For the bells began to chime! Still the bells are broken, goes the story But if in your heart a true love dwells They will ring for you in all their glory, That's the serenade of the bells. |
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| The Keys In The Mailbox
(Buck Owens) Recorded by Bill Ryan & Buckshot 1972 Play PLAY39 / Staten Island _____________________________________________________ Oh jealous me and careless you the odds were just too great, I couldn't take those lonely nights you made me sit and wait I thought I'd seen the last of you when you walked out of sight Instead I see you in my dreams each night; So the key's in the mailbox come on in I'm sitting here wishing dear I had your love again I'll never even ask you where you've been The key's in the mailbox come on in I said I'd rather be alone than share your company I said don't come around at all if you want more than me, But sitting here alone I can't deny the flame that burns I'd gladly take you back on any terms So the key's in the mailbox... |
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| Mama, I'm Not The Boy I
Used To Be Recorded by The Trixons (featuring Terry Connolly) 1967 King KG1069 / You're Gonna Wonder About Me _____________________________________________ Dear Mama I'm coming home tomorrow If you don't mind would you meet me at the train? Dear Mama my wandering days are over And it's so good to be coming home again; Dear Mama we'll walk the fields together And through the valley we'll stroll hand in hand And I just can't wait to see you and touch the soil of home so clean But Mama I'm not the boy I used to be For I've been gone away too long I've done everything that's wrong But I think I've finally found myself at last; And just you wait and see Another chance is all I need Oh but Mama I'm not the boy I used to be. For you see Mama I've spent some time in prison, For a crime that's so bad I'm just too ashamed to tell, And when you meet me there tomorrow Don't be surprised at what you'll see, Oh Mama I'm not the boy I used to be. For I've been gone away too long... |
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| Four In The
Morning Recorded by Brendan Quinn & Cades County 1972 Velvet VE018 / Silver-Tongued Devil _______________________________________________ It's four in the morning and once more the dawning Just woke up the wanting in me, Wishing I'd never met her knowing if I'd forget her How much better off she would be The longer I hold on and the longer this goes on The harder that it's gonna be. But it's four in the morning and once more the dawning Just woke up the wanting in me I've never deserved her God knows when I hurt her That's the last thing that I want to do, She tries but she can't tell how she feels but I know Too well what she's going through, If I love her so much I don't know why I can't do The right thing and just let her be, But it's four in the morning and once more the dawning Just woke up the wanting in me Last night I told her this time it's all over making Ten times I've told her goodbye, Last night we broke up this morning I woke up And for the tenth time I'm changing my mind, I saw more love in her eyes when I left her Than most foolish men will ever see, And it's four in the morning and once more the dawning Just woke up the wanting in me. ........................ |
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