Proud Mary

(words & music by John Fogerty) Left a good job in the city Workin' for the man every night and day Haven't ever lost one minute of sleeping Worried about the way things might have been A big wheel keeps on turnin' Proud Mary keeps on burnin', rollin', rollin' Rollin' on a river Rollin, rollin, rollin on a river If you come down to the river I betcha you're gonna find some people who live You don't have to worry 'Cause you have no money People along the river are happy to give I said a big wheel keeps on turnin' Proud Mary keeps on burnin', rollin', rollin' Rollin' on a river Rollin', rollin', rollin' on a river (Words & music by Tepper - Bennett) Every time you look at me I,m as helpless as can be I become a puppet on a string You can do 'most anything to me All you do is touch my hand And your wish is my command I become a puppet on a string You can do 'most anything to me If you really love me Darling please be kind I offer you the truest love That you will ever find Take my heart and please be fair Handle it with loving care For I'm just a puppet on a string You can do 'most anything to me If you really love me Darling please be kind I offer you the truest love That you will ever find Take my heart and please be fair Handle it with loving care For I'm just a puppet on a string You can do 'most anything to me You can do 'most anything to me (words & music by Twomey - Wise - Blagman) If they say we were doin' wrong If they say we were out too long Well, you can say My arms were just too strong Put the blame, put the blame on me Felt so good when I held you tight Couldn't stop when we kissed goodnight So if they tell us we don't heave the right Put the blame, put the blame on me What I feel is deep inside This is real and I won't hide Go ahead, use my name I'll be proud to take the blame You just did what I made you do You love me and I love you So if the way they talk can bother you Put the blame, put the blame on me (Words & music by G. Maclellan) Put your hand in the hand of the man Who stilled the water Put your hand in the hand of the man Who calmed the sea Take a look at yourself And you can look at others differently Put your hand in the hand of the man From Galilee My momma taught me how to pray Before I reached the age of seven When I'm down on my knees That's when I'm closest to heaven Daddy lived his life, two kids and a wife Well you do what you must do But he showed me enough of what it takes To get me through, oh yeh! Put your hand in the hand of the man Who stilled the water Put your hand in the hand of the man Who calmed the sea Take a look at yourself And you can look at others differently Put your hand in the hand of the man From Galilee Oh yeh! Put your hand in the hand of the man Who stilled the water Put your hand in the hand of the man Who calmed the sea Take a look at yourself And you can look at others differently Put your hand in the hand of the man From Galilee Oh yeh! Put your hand in the hand of the man Who stilled the water Put your hand in the hand of the man Who calmed the sea Take a look at yourself And you can look at others differently Put your hand in the hand of the man From Galilee Oh yeh! Put your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee Put your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee, Oh yeh! (Words & music by Bill Grant - Bernie Baum - Florence Kaye) She sells sea shells by the seashore But I know a girl who sells so much more Queenie Wahine's Papaya rates higher than pineapple, pumpkin or poy Please pick her papaya put Queenie Wahine in perfect perpetual joy 'Though some people's palates prefer pickled salads For pudding pick popcorn peach pie Oh Queenie's papaya you'll truly desire When that Queenie Wahine passes by Queenie Wahine's Papaya rates higher than pineapple, pumpkin or poy Please pick her papaya put Queenie Wahine in perfect perpetual joy 'Though some people's palates prefer pickled salads For pudding pick popcorn peach pie Oh Queenie's papaya you'll truly desire When that Queenie Wahine passes by Queenie Wahine's Papaya rates higher than pineapple, pumpkin or poy Please pick her papaya put Queenie Wahine in perfect perpetual joy 'Though some people's palates prefer pickled salads For pudding pick popcorn peach pie Oh Queenie's papaya you'll truly desire When that Queenie Wahine passes by (Words & music by Adler - Ross) I know I'd go from rags to riches If you would only say you cared 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 (Words & music by 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 People let me tell you it was rock and roll I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul Every day when I got home I turned on my radio Listening to the music that my idols made I knew every single record the DJ's played A honky tonk a Hound Dog, a Johnny B. Goode 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 I was made for rock and roll I 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 But every time I hear it Lord it takes me home I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul Every day when I got home I turned on my radio Mother played recordings of Beethoven's Fifth Mozart's sonatas down the classical Liszt My papa loved to listen to his 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 I was made for rock and roll I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul I was born to love the beat I was made for rock and roll I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul (words & music by Ralph Carmichael) Is your burden heavy as you bear it all alone? Does the road you travel, harbor dangers yet unknow? Are you growin' weary in the struggle of it all? Jesus will help you with all his name you call He's always there hearing every prayer, faithful and true Walking by our side, in his love we 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 dispair? Does the future press you with its worry and its scare? Are you tired and jealous, have you almost your way? Jesus will help you, just talk to him today (words & music by Blackwell - Marascaleo) Ready set go man go I got a gal that I love so I'm rea-dy rea-dy rea-dy teddy I'm rea-dy rea-dy rea-dy teddy I'm rea-dy rea-dy rea-dy teddy Rea-dy rea-dy rea-dy to Rock'n'roll Going down to the corner Pick up my sweetie pie She's my rock'n'roll baby She's the apple of my eye, 'cause Flat top cats and the dungaree dolls Are headed for the gym to the sock hop ball The joint is really jumping The cats are going wild The music really sends me I dig that crazy style 'cause 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 I'm gonna rock'n'roll Till the early early night 'cause (Words & music by Lowell Fulsom) 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 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 But let you come back home some day Play the blues boys, play the blues One more time 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 (Words & music by Tepper - 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 Cut 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 comfortable dear Relax, let's get cozy baby Come on, let your concrete crack Cut loose, when the knock's invited 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 comfortable dear Relax, let's get cozy baby Come on, let your concrete crack Cut loose, life is worth the livin' When you're givin', come on relax Relax.....mmmmm....let loose...mmmm...defrost....mmmmm... (words & music by Stevenson - Miller) Oh please release me, let me go For I just don't love you anymore To waste our lives would be a sin Release me and let me love again I have found a new love dear And I will always want her near Her lips are warm while yours are cold Oh release me, my darling let me go Please release me, let me go For I just don't love you anymore To waste our lives would be a sin Release me and let me love again Let me go, oh release me, my darling Let me go (words & music by Otis Blackwell - Winfield Scott) 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 person, no such zone. (words & music by Otis Blackwell - Winfield Scott) Return to sender, Return to sender I gave a letter to the post man, 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 so. We had a quater of lovers but . I write i'm sorry but my letters keep coming back. So then i got it in the mail box As in a special d. But in early next morning It come right back to me. She wrote upon it: Return to sender. Address unknown. No such person. No such so. We had a quarter of lovers but . This time I gone take it my self and put it right in her hand. And if it comes back the very next day then I under stand. Why write upon it: Return to sender. Address unknown. No such person. No such so. We had a quater of lovers but . (words & music by Otis Blackwell - Winfield Scott) Return To Sender Return to sender, Return to sender I gave a letter to the post man, he put it his sack. Bright and 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 lovers' spat, I'd write "I'm sorry" but my letter keeps coming back. So when I dropped it in the mailbox, I sent it "Special D" Bright and early next morning It came right back to me. She wrote upon it: Return to sender. Address unknown. No such person. 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 person. No such zone. Return to sender, return to sender. (Words & music by Weisman - Wise) I'm riding the rainbow, hitting the highway to happiness Oh yes, I'm looking to find someone whose meant to be mine I'm living to love and loving to live I've got a heart I'm longing to give I'm riding the rainbow, I'll follow that star to where you are I'm riding the rainbow, heading for heaven and happiness I guess somebody somewhere, someday will teach me to care But being alone, don't bother me I'm free to have fun It's fun to be free I'm riding the rainbow, I'll follow that star I'm riding the rainbow to where you are (words & music by Blackwell - Marascaleo) 'Cause it's Saturday nite 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 nite And I'm feelin' fine I'm gonna rip it up I'm gonna rock it up I'm gonna shake it up I'm gonna ball it up I'm gonna rip it up And ball tonite I got a date and I won't be late Pick her up in my '88' Shag it on down to the union hall When the music starts jumpin' I'll have a ball Along about 10 I'll be flying high Rocking on out into the sky I don't care if I spend my gold 'Cause tonite I'm gonna be one happy soul (words & music by Fred Wise - Ben Weisman - Dolores Fuller) The way she moves her hips to her fingertips I feel I'm heaven bound And when she starts to sway, I've gotta say She really move the grass around Rock-a-hula baby Rock-a-hula baby Got a hula lulu from Honolulu That 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 I bet that she could teach the palms along the beach To sway when breezes blow And birds up in the sky could learn to fly By watchin' how my baby can go (Words & music by Giant - Baum - Kaye) I'm just a roustabout Shifted from town to town No job can hold me down, I'm just a knock-around guy There's a lot of 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 Doing 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 I'll go the way I want Driftin' just like the sand Doin' what job I can Changing 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 I'll be a rovin' roustabout..rovin', rovin' roustabout.... (Words & music by Jones - Warren) Stop, look and listen baby that's my philosophy If your rubberneckin' baby well 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 yeh, but they don't really know I like what I see I see what I like yeh, it gives me such a glow First thing in the morning, last thing at night I look, stare everywhere and see everything inside Stop, look and listen baby that's my philosophy If your rubberneckin' baby well 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 yeh, but they don't really know I like what I see I see what I like yeh, it gives me such a glow Sittin' on the back porch all by myself Along came Mary Jane with somebody else Well, 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 yeh, but I don't really care I like what I see, I see what I like yeh, it gives me such a glow Sittin' on the back porch all by myself Along came Mary Jane with somebody else Well, 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 Stop, look and listen baby that's my philosophy Stop, look and listen baby that's my philosophy Stop (words & music by Del Shannon) As I walk along I wonder What went wrong with our love Love that was so strong And as I still walk by I think off the times we had together While our hearts were young I'm a-walking in the rain Hear it falling, And I feel the pain Wishing you were here by me To end this misery And I wonder Why You went away Yes, I wonder, where you will stay My little runaway, Run, run, run, run, runaway (Traditional - arranged by Elvis Presley) 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 gonna cut you down Go tell that long tongued liar, oh well well Go tell that midnight rider, oh well well Tell the gambler, rambler, back-biter Tell them God almighty gonna cut them down Stop God almighty let me tell you the news My head's been wet with the midnight dews Coming down on my bended knees Talking 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, oh well well Go tell that midnight rider, oh well well Tell the gambler, rambler, back-biter Tell them God almighty gonna cut them down Run on for a long time, Run on for a long time, Let me tell you God almighty gonna cut you down You may throw your rock and hide your hand Working in the dark against 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 Trying to take the mote from your neighbour's eyes As sure as God made the rich and poor You gonna reap just what you sow Run on for a long time, Run on for a long time Let me tell you God almighty gonna cut you down Go tell that long tongued liar, oh well well Go tell that midnight rider, oh well well Tell the gambler, rambler, back-biter Tell them God almighty gonna cut them down Some people go to church just to sit in the fire Trying to make a date with the neighbour's wife Brother let me tell you as sure as you're born You better leave that woman alone Because one of these days mark my word You think that brother is going to work And you'll sneak up and knock on that door That's all brother you'll knock no more Run on for a long time, Run on for a long time Let me tell you God almighty gonna cut you down Go tell that long tongued liar, oh well well Go tell that midnight rider, oh well well Tell the gambler, rambler, back-biter Tell them God almighty gonna cut them down