to close to mine Take care, my foolish heart But should our eager lips combine Then let the fires start For this time it isn't fascination Or a dream
(Mitchell Parish / Frank S. Perkins) We lived our little drama We kissed in a field of white And stars fell on Alabama last night I can't forget the
a brand new mornin' as we roll along There are blue skies up above...and as long as we're in love Up a lazy river, how happy we could be If you go up
(Alan Paul and Jay Graydon, Lyrics by Alan Paul) When I hear this melody This strange illusion takes over me Through a tunnel of the mind Perhaps a
by Buster & Bennie Moten; Lyrics by Jon Hendricks) That's swing! Yes, sir! (Swingin' from the time of birth) Hip thing - gasser! (Swingin' fit t'shake
(M. Pinkard / S. Mitchell / F. Alexander) Sugar, I call my baby my sugar I never maybe my sugar That sugar baby of mine He's special ration Funny, he
real gone man) You ain't workin' anymore (Could be) There's your hoe out in the sun Where you left a row half done You claim that hoein' ain't no fun (
kinds o' pictures Of the kind that pre-existed in my mind Paintin' the kind o' scene That I never saw on a wide screen Look! Ain't that Moses on the
hut And they called him ol' man Mose One dark and dreary morning I knocked upon his door I didn't hear a single sound So I ain't gonna do it no more. '
oh baby (Don't let go, don't let go) If it wasn't for havin' you (Don't let go, don't let go) I'd be bitin' and barkin' too (Don't let go, don't let go
to the end before we try to unwind [Alan's solo:] I've never been the kind of guy who could just normally quit Never could decide when to rest my pride
she doesn't bring it back I think that I will die A-tisket, a-tasket I lost my yellow basket And if that girlie don't return it Don't know what I'll
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans And miss it each night and day I know I'm not wrong... this feeling's gettin' stronger The longer, I stay