Go East, Young Man

(Words & music by Giant - Baum - Kaye) I'm gonna go where the desert sun is Go where I know the fun is Go where the harem girls dance Go where there's love and romance Out on the burning sands, in some caravan I'll find adventure, while I can To say the least, go on, go east young man Go east young man, go east young man You'll feel like a sheik, so rich and grand With dancing girls at your command Go eat and drink and feast, go east young man I'm gonna go where the night's enchanted Go where those dreams are granted When paradise starts calling, into some tent I'm crawling I hear those desert drums, and when nighttime comes Then I'll make love the way I planned To say the least, go on, go east young man Go east young man, go east young man You'll feel like a sheik, so rich and grand With dancing girls at your command Go eat and drink and feast, go east young man Go eat and drink and feast, go east young man (Words & music by Byers) This proud wild land where the wind blows free Has always been a part of me It's in my blood, I just can't get it out For a hundred miles a man can see And be about as wild as he wants to be If he feels like shouting all he's gotta do is shout Where the purple mountains reach up high And look like they're gonna touch the sky Where the canyon walls have stood for a million years Where the days are hot, the nights are cold The desert sand looks just like gold These trails were carved in sweat and blood and tears Where the painted desert as you pass by Looks like a rainbow in the sky The cactus blooms in the early morning sun Where the nightwings sing and eagles fly The clouds paint pictures in the sky The cayotes howl tells you when the day is done I'm coming home, this time I'm gonna stay I'm coming home and I ain't never goin' away My feet are itching to get back home I've had the desert fever since I've been gone I need some loving so bad that I can't see When a woman looks a man in the eye You know it takes a man to satisfy Thinking about them girls is killing me I'm going home, going home Going home, I'm going home Going home, going home Going home (Words & music by Giant - Baum - Kaye) Say you're mine, then ask me what you will All your dreams, my darling I'll fulfill Golden coins, I will bring to you Silver trinkets and rubies too In return dear I'm begging you For the pleasures of love I'll bring gifts, like you never saw Priceless garments that you'll adore Persian rugs to enhance your floor For the pleasures of love Darling, choose anything you please Rich brocade, or woven tapestries In exchange, I plead on my knees For the pleasure of love Golden coins, I'll place at your feet Precious jewels to make life complete All my treasures are yours my sweet For the pleasures of love (words & music by Doc Pomus - Mort Shuman) Hear that old train whistle howling in the night If that flyer's southbound Everything will be all right I'm leaving now, leaving now, leaving now, I'm gonna get back home somehow Don't nobody tell me baby's been untrue If she's been unfaithful I don't know what I'll do I'm leaving now, leaving now, leaving now I'm gonna get back home somehow Never thought that I could miss her so I never thought I could , now I know The sound of the old train whistle Makes me want to cry Reminds me of that lonely feeling When I said goodbye I'm leaving now, leaving now, leaving now I'm gonna get back home somehow (words & music by Aaron Schroeder - Wally Gold) Don't want a four leaf clover Don't want an old horse shoe Want your kiss 'cause I just can't miss With a good luck charm like you Come on and be my little good luck charm Uh-huh huh, you sweet delight I want a good luck charm a-hanging on my arm To have, to have, to hold, to hold tonight Don't want a silver dollar Rabbit's foot on a string The happiness in your warm caress No rabbit's foot can bring Come on and be my little good luck charm Uh-huh huh, you sweet delight I want a good luck charm a-hanging on my arm To have, to have, to hold, to hold tonight I found a lucky penny I'd toss it across the bay Your love is worth all the gold on earth No wonder that I say Come on and be my little good luck charm Uh-huh huh, you sweet delight I want a good luck charm a-hanging on my arm To have, to have, to hold, to hold tonight (words & music by Roy Brown) Well, I heard the news there's good rockin' tonight. Well, I heard the news There's good rockin' tonight. I'm gonna hold my baby as tight as I can. Tonight she'll know I'm a mighty, mighty man. I heard the news, there's good rockin' tonight. I say, well, meet me in a hurry behind the barn, Don't you be afraid, darling, I'll do you no harm I want you to bring along my rockin' shoes, 'Cause tonight I'm gonna rock away all my blues. I heard the news, there's good rockin' tonight. Well, we're gonna rock. We're gonna rock. Let's rock. Come on and rock. We're gonna rock all our blues away. Have you heard the news? Everybody's rockin' tonight. Have you heard the news? Everybody's rockin' tonight. I'm gonna hold my baby as tight as I can, Well, tonight she'll know I'm a mighty, mighty man. I heard the news, There's good rockin' tonight. Well, we're gonna rock, rock, rock, Come on and rock, rock, rock, Well, rock, rock, rock, rock, Let's rock, rock, rock, rock, We're gonna rock all our blues away. (Words & music by Danny O'Keefe) Everybody's gone away Said they're movin to L.A. There's not a soul I know around Everybody's leavin' town Some caught a freight, some caught a plane Found the sunshine in the rain They said this town's will waste their time I guess they're right, it's wasting mine Some gotta win, some gotta lose Good time Charlie's got the blues Good time Charlie's got the blues You know my heart keeps tellin' me You're not a kid at thirty-three Play around you'll lose your wife You play it too long you'll lose your life Some gotta win, some gotta lose Good time Charlie's got the blues Good time Charlie's got the blues Good time Charlie's got the blues Some gotta win, some gotta lose Good time Charlie's got the blues Good time Charlie's got the blues Good time Charlie's got the blues (words & music by Aaron Schroeder - Ben Weisman) Oh yes I've got a lot o' living to do A whole lot o' loving to do Come on baby, to make a party takes two Oh yes I've got a lot o' living to do A whole lot o' loving to do And there's no one who I'd rather do it with-a than you There's a moon that's big and bright in the milky way tonight But the way you act you never would know it's there So baby, time's a wasting A lot of kisses I ain't been tasting I don't know about you but I'm gonna get my share Oh got a lot o' living to do A whole lot o' loving to do Come on baby, to make a party takes two Oh yes I've got a lot o' living to do A whole lot o' loving to do And there's no one who I'd rather do it with-a than you There's a balmy little breeze That's whistling through the trees And it's telling you to pitch a little woo with me Why don't you take a listen You'll never know what you've been missing Cuddle up a little closer and be my little honey bee Oh got a lot o' living to do A whole lot o' loving to do Come on baby, to make a party takes two Oh yes I've got a lot o' living to do A whole lot o' loving to do And there's no one who I'd rather do it with-a than you You're the prettiest thing I've seen But you treat me so doggone mean Ain't you got no heart, I'm dying to hold you near Why do you keep me waiting Why don't you start co-operating And the things I say are things you want to hear Oh got a lot o' living to do A whole lot o' loving to do Come on baby, to make a party takes two Oh yes I've got a lot o' living to do A whole lot o' loving to do And there's no one who I'd rather do it with-a than you Got My Mojo Working / Keep Your Hands Off (Words & music by Preston Foster / Elvis Presley) Hands off of her, she belongs to me Mojo working don't belong to you Well, she's mine all mine no matter what you do Play it boys, play it boys I got my mojo working but it just don't work on you I got my mojo working but it just don't work on you But you're mine all mine no matter what you do Let me tell you now She's long lean and lanky, sweet as she can be Hands off of her, she belongs to me Hands off of her' don't belong to you Well she's mine all mine no matter what you do I got my mojo working but it just don't work on you I got my mojo working but it just don't work on you Well you're mine all mine no matter what you do Play it Jerry, play it ........ No matter what you do, play it son Well she's long lean and lanky, sweet as she can be Hands off of her unless you want to deal with me I got my mojo working but it just don't work on you Well you're mine all mine no matter what you do Yeh! I got my mojo workin' I got my mojo workin' I got my mojo working but it just don't work on you Well, you're mine all mine no matter what you do She's long lean and lanky, sweet as she can be Hands off of her, she belongs to me Hands off of her' don't belong to you Well you're mine all mine no matter what you do One more time! Yeh! I got my mojo working but it just don't work on you I got my mojo working but it just don't work on you Well, you're mine all mine no matter what you do Listen to me now I said you're long lean and lanky cute as you can be Hands off of her unless you want deal with me Get your hands off of her, she don't belong to you Well, you're mine all mine no matter what you do Yeh, I got my mojo workin' I got my mojo workin' I got my mojo workin' I got my mojo workin' I got my mojo working but it just don't work on you (words & music by Claude Putman, Jr.) The old home town looks the same, As I step down from the train, And there to meet me is my mama and papa Down the road I look and there runs Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they'll all be there to meet me, All creatures smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green, green grass of home The old house is still standing, Though the paint is cracked and dry And there's an old oak tree that I used to play on Down the lane I'll walk with my sweet Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green grass of home Then I awake and look around me Cold gray walls surround me And I realize that I was only dreamin' There's a guard and there's a sad old padre Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak Again I'll touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they'll all be there to meet me In the shadow of that old oak tree As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home (Words & music by Pepe Guizar) Guadalajara, Guadalajara... Guadalajara, Guadalajara Tienes el alma de provinciana Hueles a limpio a rosa temprana Aver de jara fresca del rio Son mil palomos to case rio Guadalajara, Guadalajara Sabes a pura tierra mojada (Ay!! ja ja, ay, ja ja,aj! ja, ja..Ay!! ja ja) Aj!!! colomitos lejanos....aj!!!..ojitos de agua hermanos Ay colomitos i nol vidables, i nol vidables como las tardes En que la lluvia, des de la loma, ir nos hacia, hasta Zapopam AY!! misermano..Ay-ja-ja...Mexicano... Ay colomitos i nol vidables, i nol vidables como las tardes En que la lluvia, des de la loma, ir nos hacia, hasta Zapopam Guadalajara, Guadalajara...Guadalajara..Guadalajara Guadalajara....Guadalajara (Words & music by Hubbard) Well, I quit my job down at the car wash, Left my mama a goodbye note, By sundown I'd left Kingston, With my guitar under my coat, I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis, Got a room at the YMCA, For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights, Just lookin' for a place to play, Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire, But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man. Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis, I run outta money and luck, So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia, On a overloaded poultry truck, I thumbed on down to Panama City, Started pickin' out some o' them all night bars, Hopin' I could make myself a dollar, Makin' music on my guitar, I got the same old story at them all night piers, There ain't no room around here for a guitar man We don't need a guitar man, son So I slept in the hobo jungles, Roamed a thousand miles of track, Till I found myself in Mobile Alabama, At a club they call Big Jack's, A little four-piece band was jammin', So I took my guitar and I sat in, I showed 'em what a band would sound like, With a swingin' little guitar man. Show 'em, son If you ever take a trip down to the ocean, Find yourself down around Mobile, Make it on out to a club called Jack's, If you got a little time to kill, Just follow that crowd of people, You'll wind up out on his dance floor, Diggin' the finest little five-piece group, Up and down the Gulf of Mexico, Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band, Well, wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin' little guitar man. (Words & music by Ben Weisman - Sid Wayne) Happy ending, happy ending Give me a story with a, happy ending When boy meets girl and then They never part again But live forever happily, like you and me Our love story gets me so upset Like Romeo, and Juliet I'm not smart enough to figure why Some folks enjoy, a real good cry Happy ending, happy ending Give me a story with a, happy ending When boy meets girl and then They never part again But live forever happily, like you and me Never thought that I would stand a chance That you'd give me, a second glance But I think that you can play the part And give a guy, a happy heart Happy ending, happy ending Give me a story with a, happy ending When boy meets girl and then They never part again But live forever happily, like you and me When boy meets girl and then, they never part again but live forever happily, like you and me Like you and me, like you and me Like you and me (words & music by H. Williams - J. Kennedy) I saw the harbor lights They only told me we were parting Those same old harbor lights That once brought you to me. I watched the harbor lights How could I help it? Tears were starting. Good-bye to golden nights Beside the silvery seas. I long to hold you dear, And kiss you just once more. But you were on the ship, And I was on the shore. Now I know lonely nights For all the while my heart keeps praying That someday harbor lights Will bring you back to me. (words & music by Claude Demetruis) Well a hard headed woman, a soft hearted man been the cause of trouble ever since the world began. Oh yeah, ever since the world began a hard headed woman been a thorn in the side of man. Now Adam told to Eve, "Listen here to me, don't you let me catch you messin' round that apple tree." Oh yeah, ever since the world began a hard headed woman been a thorn in the side of man. Now Samson told Delilah loud and clear, "Keep your cotton pickin' fingers out my curly hair." Oh yeah, ever since the world began a hard headed woman been a thorn in the side of man. I heard about a king who was doin' swell till he started playing with that evil Jezebel. Oh yeah, ever since the world began a hard headed woman been a thorn in the side of man. I got a woman, a head like a rock. If she ever went away I'd cry around the clock. Oh yeah, ever since the world began a hard headed woman been a thorn in the side of man. (Words & music by J. Byers) Some kids born with a silver spoon I guess that I was born a little too soon Hard knocks, all I ever knew was hard knocks And I'm telling you, I said you'd better beware 'Cos I've had my share Some kids born as rich as a king But I was born without a doggone thing Hard knocks, all I ever knew was hard knocks And I'm telling you, I said you'd better beware 'Cos I've had my share I walked a million miles I bet Tired and hungry and cold and wet I've heard that lonesome whistle blow From New York City down to Mexico Some kids born fancy free Nobody never gave nothing to me but Hard knocks, all I ever knew was hard knocks And I'm telling you, I said you'd better beware 'Cos I've had my share I walked a million miles I bet Tired and hungry and cold and wet I've heard that lonesome whistle blow From New York City down to Mexico Some kids born fancy free Nobody never gave nothing to me but Hard knocks, all I ever knew was hard knocks And I'm telling you, I said you'd better beware 'Cos I've had my share I said you'd better beware 'Cos I've had my share I said you'd better beware 'Cos I've had my share of hard knocks (Words & music by Weisman - Wayne) Oh I'm really feeling mighty low No, no, no, I got no place that I can go So I've got some blues to sing And oh, so much remembering, woe...... Black cats, keep away from me Take my advice, go shinning up a tree I got hard luck, the hardest kind a luck you'll find I ain't lyin', I've got the bluest kinda blues Drivin' me right outa my mind She's gone, said toodle-loo Kissed her good-bye and my-my, my money too I've got hard luck, the hardest kinda luck you've seen I mean, the way I'm runnin' lately My lucky number is thirteen Where do I belong, everything I do is wrong, all wrong Wrong as can be Who's stacking all the decks, lady luck has got the hex on me I'm on her knee da-da-da-da Shove off, oh I'm warning you This thing I caught, you know could be catchin' too I've got hard luck, the hardest kinda luck there can be Yes sirree, I guess hard luck always chooses Natural born losers like me Oh ahhh!