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Yes, oh yes, Long Distance, I'll accept the charge, I'll pay
Which love one is calling me, I did not hear you say. Both are deep within my hearth, her Mom and my Marie It'll so good to hear your voice from Memphis, Tennessee Oh, you mean so much to me, more than you'll ever know, Surely, you have not forgot how much I love you so If you would remember, Dear, and sometimes talk to me Maybe that would reunite our home in Tennessee. Last time I saw you, just before I had to leave You did not want to see me off and promised not to grieve, My hearth was tore apart as I looked back at my Marie And there the peace is still remain with you in Tennessee. I guess I should stop talking; after all you placed the call But anyway that I can help, you know I'll help you all Then she spoke and asked me to come back and see Marie And live together in our home in Memphis, Tennessee. |
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| 2:03 |
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Hello little Suzie, hello little Suzie
Can I walk home with, can I walk home with you ? To see will your mother and your father Let us have a rendezvous 'Cause I want you to be my, be my little loved one I will be true to you, to you my love, in every way And in our little rendezvous we'll have A beautiful wedding day Then I'll build a spaceship with a heavy payload We'll go 'bip-bip-bip' way out in the wide open blue Where we can love one another In our little rendezvous We'll take a basket, a short wave radio A-tunin' on the record shows all over the whole wide world And in our little rendezvous there'll be A happy boy and girl We'll kiss the moon, my love, go around the world We'll send a signal back to mom and dad from me and you Tell them they'll soon have a grandson In our little rendezvous Bip-bip-bip, bip-bip-bip Bip-bip, bip-bip... |
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| 3. |
| 2:45 |
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Ridin' along in my automobile
My baby beside me at the wheel I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile My curiosity runnin' wild Cruisin' and playin' the radio With no particular place to go. Ridin' along in my automobile I'm anxious to tell her the way I feel, So I told her softly and sincere, And she leaned and whispered in my ear Cuddlin' more and drivin' slow, With no particular place to go. No particular place to go, So we parked way out on the Kokomo The night was young and the moon was bold So we both decided to take a stroll Can you imagine the way I felt? I couldn't unfasten her safety belt! Ridin' along in my calaboose Still tryin' to get her belt unloose All the way home I held a grudge, But the safety belt, it wouldn't budge Cruisin' and playin' the radio With no particular place to go. |
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| 4. |
| 2:11 |
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Let's throw a twilight cookout,
We two, you two, no more; Way out somewhere in the country, Where we've never been before. Let's throw it on a weekend, We two, you two, no more; And lounge away a holiday, Like we've never done before. We'll bring the rounds and some jazzy sound, To play by a cozy fire, You two roast wieners and we'll toast the buns And we'll chow till the night grows nigh'er. We'll call for you on the weekend, We two, you two, no more; And ride out somewhere in the country air, Just a cozy clan of four. |
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| 2:25 |
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I left my home in Norfolk, Virginia
California on my mind I straddled that Greyhound and rode him into Raleigh And on across Caroline We stopped in Charlotte, we bypassed Rock Hill We never was a minute late We was 90 miles out of Atlanta by sundown Rollin' out of Georgia state We had motor trouble that turned into a struggle Halfway across Alabam' And that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded In downtown Birmingham Right away I bought me a through train ticket Ridin' 'cross Mississippi clean And I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham Smokin' into New Orleans Somebody help me get out of Louisiana Just help me get to Houston town There are people there who care a little about me And they won't let the poor boy down Sure as you're born, they bought me a silk suit And put luggage in my hands And I woke up high over Albuquerque On a jet to the promised land Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carte Flying over to the Golden State When the pilot told us in 13 minutes He would set us at the terminal gate Swing low, chariot, come down easy Taxi to the terminal zone Cut your engines and cool your wings And let me make it to the telephone Los Angeles, give me Norfolk, Virginia Tidewater 4-1009 Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin' And the poor boy's on the line |
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| 2:44 |
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It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished 'em well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell "C'est la vie," say the old folks, "It goes to show you never can tell" They furnished off an apartment with a two room Roebuck sale The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale But when Pierre found work, the little money comin' worked out well "C'est la vie," say the old folks, "It goes to show you never can tell" They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast Seven hundred little records, all blues, rock, rhythm and jazz But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell "C'est la vie," say the old folks, "It goes to show you never can tell" They bought a souped up jitney, was a cherry red '53 Drove it down to New Orleans to celebrate their anniversary It was there that Pierre was wedded to the lovely mademoiselle "C'est la vie," say the old folks, "It goes to show you never can tell" They had a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell "C'est la vie," say the old folks, "It goes to show you never can tell" |
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| 3:00 |
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Bobby band a-rockin'
And the bobby soxer's doing the twist It's a bobby soxer beat And you can rock it any way you wish Work out, bobby soxer, you can Wiggle like a whimsical fish Go, go, bobby soxer Go, go, bobby soxer Go, go, bobby soxer Go, go, bobby soxer When the weekend comes You'll be right back rockin' some more Bobby soxer dancin' But she keeps peepin' on the stand Bobby soxer's got a crush On a beatle in the bobby band Love bug sure gonna bite her If the beatle even wave his hand Twist on, bobby soxer But don't forget the bobby rule It's getting late, bobby soxer And the teacher teachin' you in school And tomorrow morning, bobby soxer You'll be back in school |
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| 2:43 |
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The things that I used to do
Lord I won't do no more The things that I used to do Lord I won't do no more I used to sit and hold your hand, baby Begging you not to to go I used to search all night for you, baby And my search was always anything I used to search all night for you baby And my search was always anything Yeah, and I knew all along, Darlin' You was out somewhere with your other man I'm gonna send you back to your mother, baby Lord, I'm going back to my family too I gonna send you back to your mother, baby Lord, I'm gonna back to my family too Nothing I ever do pleases you, Darlin' Lord, I just can't get along with you |
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| 10. |
| 2:46 |
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| 3:16 |
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Merry Christmas, baby, you really did treat me nice
Merry Christmas, baby, you really did treat me nice Bought me a hi-fi for Christmas, now I'm living in paradise Well, I'm feelin' mighty fine, I got good music on my radio Well, I feel so fine, I got good music on my radio Yes, I wanna hug and kiss you baby While you're standing beneath the mistletoe. Santa came down the chimney, 'bout a half past three Left all these pretty presents that you see before me Merry Christmas baby, you really been good to me. I will always love you baby Now I'm happy as I can be. |
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| 2:16 |
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| 13. |
| 2:53 |
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Far across the blue waters
Lives an old German's daughter By the banks of the old river Rhine Where I loved her and left her But I can't forget her 'Cause I miss my pretty Fraulein Fraulein, Fraulein Look up toward the heavens each night When the stars seem to shine By the same stars above you I swear that I love you You are my pretty Fraulein When my memories wander Away over yonder To the sweetheart that I left behind In a moment of glory A face comes before me The face of my pretty Fraulein Fraulein, Fraulein Walk down by the river Pretend that your hand's holding mine By the same stars above you I swear that I love you |
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| 3:05 |
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| 2:42 |
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The little girl from Central that all the boys acclaim,
The way she sings and dances, she's gonna build a name. She turns down romances, but then who could blame, The little girl from Central, she's got her heart on fame. The little girl's a scholar and a beauty too, The sweet ways about her will take effect on you. She's got a world of talent, knows just what to do, The little girl from Central, a tweedle dee dee doo. The little girl's creative, a repertoire that rings, And Hollywood is waiting, to see the way she swings. She'll be graduating, goin' on to higher things, The little girl from Central is gonna take on wings. The little girl's a scholar and a beauty too, The sweet ways about her will take effect on you. She's got a world of talent, knows just what to do, The little girl from Central, a tweedle dee dee doo. |
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