Pinwheel of Death

Genres > Family

Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Showtune, Family

Recorded 1984

Lyrics I HATE UNCLE FAUSTO.
GOD, ME TOO.
I HATE GROWING OLDER.
BOY, AM I WITH YOU.
SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE
A PROFESSOR TO SEE
THE APPLE DOESN'T FALL
VERY FAR FROM THE TREE!
I HATE DOING DISHES.
ALL THAT GREASE.
I HATE MRS. CARLUCCI.
MAY SHE REST IN PEACE.
THERE'S MORE
THAN A FEW THINGS
ON WHICH WE AGREE.
THE APPLE DOESN'T FALL
VERY FAR FROM THE TREE!

FOR NINE MONTHS,
I CARRIED YOU
UNDER MY HEART.
FOR NINE MONTHS,
SELDOM
IF EVER APART.

NO WONDER!

I CAN BE ANNOYING,
SCREAM AND FIGHT.
SOMETIME'S
I'M NO LADY.
YEAH,
YOU GOT THAT RIGHT!
SO THE SAYING IS TRUE,
LOOK-A YOU,
LOOK-A ME.
THE APPLE DOESN'T FALL
VERY FAR FROM THE TREE!

ME, I LIKE TO STROKE
SOME BIG GUY'S CHEST.
SPECIALLY ITALIANS.
HONEY, THEY'RE THE BEST!
YOU DON'T NEED A SHEEPSKIN FROM HARVARD
TO SEE
THE APPLE DOESN'T FALL
VERY FAR FROM THE TREE!
ME, I LIKE A GUY
WHO'LL SCRATCH MY BACK.
TRY A LITTLE LOWER.
lower voice:
SCRATCH MY BACK!
IT'S SWEET
WHEN A MOTHER A
ND DAUGHTER AGREE
THE APPLE DOESN'T FALL
VERY FAR FROM THE TREE!

FOR NINE MONTHS,
AT LEAST I WAS NEVER IGNORED.
FOR NINE MONTHS,
I GAVE YOU FREE ROOM AND BOARD.

YOU'RE TOPS, MA!

I KNOW I SHOULDN'T SAY THIS.
BE MY GUEST.
WE'RE NOT SO VERY DIFFERENT.
NOW I'M REAL DEPRESSED!
WELL, YOU OPEN A TEA BAG,
THERE'S GONNA BE TEA.
YOU OPEN A PEA-POD
AND GUESS WHAT,
A PEA!
THE APPLE DOESN'T FALL
VERY FAR FROM THE TREE!
Writers Merle Kilgore

Genres Country, Folk, Children-Novelty, Family

Recorded 1988

Lyrics verse 1:
AS I SIT HERE
IN THIS OLD FOLKS HOME
MY HAIR IS WHITE AS SNOW,
I REMEMBER BACK WHEN
I WAS YOUNG AGAIN,
HOW EV'RYTHING WAS JOLLY.

Chorus:
SISTER DID THE JIG
AND BROTHER BEAT THE DRUM
AND BABY ROCKED HER DOLLY,
BABY ROCKED HER DOLLY.

verse 2:
WELL, THEM KIDS OF MINE
HAVE ALL GROWN UP,
THEY WRITE
EV'RY NOW AND THEN,
AS I READ THE LETTERS
IT BRINGS MEMORIES
OF ALL OUR FUN
AND FOLLY.

Chorus:
SISTER DID THE JIG
AND BROTHER BEAT THE DRUM
AND BABY ROCKED HER DOLLY,
BABY ROCKED HER DOLLY.

verse 3:
THAT WIFE OF MINE,
GOD REST HER SOUL,
SHE'S GONE ON BEFORE ME.
I'LL BET SHE TOLD THE LORD
ABOUT THE TIMES
THE HOUSE WAS FILLED
WITH FOLLY.

Chorus:
SISTER DID THE JIG
AND BROTHER BEAT THE DRUM
AND BABY ROCKED HER DOLLY,
BABY ROCKED HER DOLLY.

verse 4:
THE MAN ACROSS THE HALL
IS A LONELY MAN,
HE NEVER HAD A FAM'LY,
SO HE ASKED ME
TO TELL HIM
ALL ABOUT MY KIDS
WHEN HE'S FEELING
MELANCHOLY.

Chorus:
SISTER DID THE JIG
AND BROTHER BEAT THE DRUM
AND BABY ROCKED HER DOLLY,
BABY ROCKED HER DOLLY.

verse 5:
EV'RY NIGHT I PRAY
FOR THEM KIDS OF MINE,
I WISH THEY WERE BACK
WITH ME.
BUT BEFORE I DIE,
LORD, LET ME SEE
A SIGHT
THAT MAKES ME JOLLY.

Chorus:
SISTER DID THE JIG
AND BROTHER BEAT THE DRUM
AND BABY ROCKED HER DOLLY,
BABY ROCKED HER DOLLY.
Writers Oscar Brown Jr.

Genres Standard, Rhythm & Blues, Soul, Ballad, Folk, Americana, Children-Novelty, Family

Recorded 1973

Lyrics BROWN BABY,
BROWN BABY,
AS YOU GROW UP,
I WANT YOU TO DRINK
FROM THE PLENTY CUP
I WANT YOU
TO STAND UP
TALL AND PROUD,
I WANT YOU
TO SPEAK UP,
CLEAR AND LOUD
BROWN BABY.

BROWN BABY,
BROWN BABY,
AS YEARS ROLL BY,
I WANT YOU
TO GO
WITH YOUR HEAD
HELD HIGH
I WANT YOU
TO LIVE BY
THE JUSTICE CODE,
I WANT YOU
TO WALK DOWN
THE FREEDOM ROAD
BROWN BABY.

NOW LIE AWAY,
LIE AWAY SLEEPING,
LIE AWAY HERE
IN MY ARMS
WHILE YOUR DADDY
AND YOUR MOMMY
PROTECT YOU,
AND KEEP YOU
SAFE FROM HARM.
OH, YOU,
LITTLE BROWN BABY.

BROWN BABY,
BROWN BABY,
IT MAKES ME GLAD,
THAT YOU WILL HAVE THINGS
THAT I NEVER HAD
WHEN OUT OF MEN'S HEARTS
ALL THE HATE IS HURLED,
YOU'RE GONNA LIVE
IN A BETTER WORLD
OH YOU
LITTLE BROWN BABY.
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Writers Jerry Bock, Sheldon Harnick

Genres Showtune, Ballad, Marriage, Family

Recorded 1964

Lyrics (Tevye:)
DO YOU LOVE ME?
(Golde:)
DO I WHAT?
(Tevye:)
DO YOU LOVE ME?
(Golde:)
DO I LOVE YOU?!
WITH OUR DAUGHTERS
GETTING MARRIED
AND THIS TROUBLE
IN THE TOWN,
YOU'RE UPSET,
YOU'RE WORN OUT,
GO INSIDE,
GO LIE DOWN.
MAYBE
IT'S INDIGESTION.
(Tevye - spoken):
GOLDE,
I'M ASKING YOU
A QUESTION
(sung):
DO YOU LOVE ME?
(Golde:)
YOU'RE A FOOL!
(Tevye - spoken):
I KNOW --
(sung):
BUT DO YOU LOVE ME?
(Golde:)
DO I LOVE YOU?
(Tevye - spoken):
WELL?
(Golde - sung):
FOR TWENTY-FIVE YEARS
I'VE WASHED YOUR CLOTHES,
COOKED YOUR MEALS,
CLEANED YOUR HOUSE,
GIVEN YOU CHILDREN,
MILKED THE COW.
AFTER TWENTY-FIVE YEARS,
WHY TALK ABOUT LOVE
RIGHT NOW?
(Tevye - spoken):
GOLDE,
(sung):
THE FIRST TIME I MET YOU
WAS ON OUR WEDDING DAY.
I WAS SCARED.
(Golde:)
I WAS SHY.
(Tevye:)
I WAS NERVOUS.
(Golde:)
SO WAS I.
(Tevye:)
BUT MY FATHER
AND MY MOTHER
SAID WE'D LEARN
TO LOVE EACH OTHER,
AND NOW I'M ASKING,
(spoken):
GOLDE,
(sung):
DO YOU LOVE ME?
(Golde:)
I'M YOUR WIFE.
(Tevye - spoken):
I KNOW,
(sung):
BUT DO YOU LOVE ME?
(Golde:)
DO I LOVE HIM?
(Tevye - spoken):
WELL?
(Golde - sung):
FOR TWENTY-FIVE YEARS
I'VE LIVED WITH HIM,
FOUGHT WITH HIM,
STARVED WITH HIM,
TWENTY-FIVE YEARS
MY BED IS HIS.
IF THAT'S NOT LOVE,
WHAT IS?
(Tevye:)
THEN YOU LOVE ME?
(Golde:)
I SUPPOSE I DO.
(Tevye:)
AND I SUPPOSE I LOVE YOU TOO.
(both:)
IT DOESN'T
CHANGE A THING,
BUT EVEN SO,
AFTER TWENTY-FIVE YEARS
IT'S NICE TO KNOW.
Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Showtune, Standard, Family

Recorded 1966

Lyrics MAMA THINKS
I'M LIVING IN A CONVENT,
A SECLUDED LITTLE CONVENT
IN THE SOUTHERN PART OF FRANCE.
MAMA DOESN'T EVEN
HAVE AN INKLING
THAT I'M WORKING
IN A NIGHTCLUB
IN A PAIR
OF LACY PANTS.
SO PLEASE, SIR,
IF YOU RUN INTO MY MAMA,
DON'T REVEAL
MY INDISCRETION,
GIVE A WORKING GIRL
A CHANCE.

HUSH UP,
DON'T TELL MAMA,
SHUSH UP,
DON'T TELL MAMA
DON'T TELL MAMA,
WHATEVER YOU DO.
IF YOU HAD A SECRET,
YOU BET I WOULD KEEP IT.
I WOULD NEVER TELL ON YOU.
I'M BREAKING EVERY PROMISE
THAT I GAVE HER,
SO WON'T YOU KINDLY
DO A GIRL
A GREAT BIG FAVOR?
AND PLEASE,
MY SWEET PATATER,
KEEP THIS
FROM THE MATER,
THOUGH MY DANCE
IS NOT AGAINST THE LAW.
YOU CAN TELL MY PAPA,
THAT'S ALL RIGHT,
'CAUSE HE COMES IN HERE
EVERY NIGHT,
BUT DON'T TELL MAMA
WHAT YOU SAW!

MAMA THINKS
I'M ON TOUR OF EUROPE,
WITH A COUPLE
OF MY SCHOOL CHUMS
AND A LADY CHAPERONE.
MAMA DOESN'T EVEN HAVE
AN INKLING
THAT I LEFT THEM ALL
IN ANTWERP
AND I'M TOURING
ON MY OWN.
SO PLEASE, SIR,
IF YOU RUN INTO MY MAMA,
DON'T REVEAL
MY INDISCRETION,
JUST LEAVE WELL ENOUGH
ALONE.

HUSH UP,
DON'T TELL MAMA.
SHUSH UP,
DON'T TELL MAMA
DON'T TELL MAMA
WHATEVER YOU DO.
IF YOU HAD A SECRET,
YOU BET I WOULD KEEP IT.
I WOULD NEVER TELL ON YOU.
YOU WOULDN'T WANT TO GET ME
IN A PICKLE,
AND HAVE HER GO
AND CUT ME OFF
WITHOUT A NICKLE.
SO LET'S TRUST ONE ANOTHER,
KEEP THIS FROM MY MOTHER,
THOUGH I'M STILL PURE
AS MOUNTAIN SNOW.

YOU CAN TELL MY UNCLE
HERE AND NOW
'CAUSE HE'S MY AGENT
ANYHOW.
BUT DON'T TELL MAMA
WHAT YOU KNOW.
YOU CAN TELL MY GRANDMA,
SUITS ME FINE,
JUST YESTERDAY
SHE JOINED THE LINE,
BUT DON'T TELL MAMA
WHAT YOU KNOW.
YOU CAN TELL MY BROTHER,
THAT AIN'T GRIM
'CAUSE IF HE SQUEALS
ON ME
I'LL SQUEAL ON HIM,
BUT DON'T TELL MAMA,
BITTE
DON'T TELL MAMA,
PLEASE SIR,
DON'T TELL MAMA
WHAT YOU KNOW.

SSSH!
SSSH!
IF YOU SEE MY MUMMY,
MUM'S THE WORD!
Writers William Bolcom, Arnold Weinstein

Genres Showtune, Classical, Family

Recorded 2000

Lyrics CHECK OUT
THIS ALLIGATOR BOOT,
POWER TIE,
PINSTRIPE SUIT.
ME OH MY,
CANT YOU TELL
THAT I WENT
THE ESTABLISHMENT ROUTE.
WHY!
CHECK OUT
THIS ENGLISH STYLE
CHECKERED VEST,
COST A PILE.
AND CHECK
THAT BARREL CHEST,
WATCH IT SWELL
WHEN YOU GO
THE ESTABLISHMENT ROUTE.
NO, NO, NOT
THE ESTABLISHMENT ROUTE!

BACK A LITTLE WHILE
I WASNT ONE OF THE BOYS
WITH THE RIBS
RUBBED OFF MY CORDUROYS.
NO MATTER WHAT MY STYLE,
NO MATTER WHAT MY WIT,
I COULDNT GET A SMILE,
I NEVER MADE A HIT.
NOW I DONT SAY SPIT
AND THEY ROLL
IN THE AISLE!
CAUSE I GOT THE OPEN EYES
AND THE MOUTH THATS MUTE,
NOW IM ONE OF THE GUYS,
NOW MY CHAMPAGNES BRUT.
CAUSE I TOOK
THE CONVENIENT,
WELL TROD,
EXPEDIENT,
WELL HEELED
ESTABLISHMENT ROUTE!
YES,
HE TOOK THE CONVENIENT,
WELL TROD,
EXPEDIENT,
WELL HEELED
ESTABLISHMENT ROUTE!


ONCE UPON A TIME
THERE WAS THIS IDEALIST
WHO LONGED TO RIGHT
THE WRONGS.
AND SANG THOSE
LETS ALL
GET OUR SHIT TOGETHER SONGS.
NOW YOU CANNOT SEE HIS INTEGRITY
FROM THE SMOKE
OF HIS ELEGANT SHEROOT,
DAD,
YOU KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE
ON THE OLD ESTABLISHMENT PIKE:
YOU CAN STRUGGLE,
YOU CAN STRIVE,
AND WITH LUCK
COME OUT ALIVE,
AND WITH PLUCK
YOU MAY SURVIVE.
BUT ITS NIP AND TUCK
THAT YOULL ARRIVE
UNBENT!
YOURE UP THE DESERT
WITHOUT A TENT,
LIVING IN A CARTON
AND CANT PAY THE RENT.
ONE DAY YOUR HONEY
WONT GIVE A HOOT
LESS YOU TAKE
THE CONVENIENT,
WELL TROD,
EXPEDIENT,
SWELL HEELED
ESTABLISHMENT ROUTE.
SO HE TOOK
THE ESTABLISHMENT ROUTE.

SO GLAD I TOOK IT,
THE FABULESTABISHMENT ROUTE.
TOO BAD HE TOOK IT,
THE DRABULESTABISHMENT ROUTE.
BE SURE YOU BOOK IT,
THE FABULESTABLISHMENT ROUTE.
Alt. Title God Bless' the Child

Writers Arthur Herzog Jr., Billie Holiday

Genres Standard, Classic Rock, Ballad, Family, Food

Recorded 1972

Lyrics THEM THAT'S GOT SHALL GET,
THEM THAT'S NOT SHALL LOSE,
SO THE BIBLE SAID
AND IT STILL IS NEWS
MAMA MAY HAVE,
PAPA MAY HAVE,
BUT GOD BLESS THE CHILD
THAT'S GOT HIS OWN,
THAT'S GOT HIS OWN.
YES, THE STRONG GETS MORE
WHILE THE WEAK ONES FADE,
EMPTY POCKETS
DON'T EVER MAKE THE GRADE
MAMA MAY HAVE,
PAPA MAY HAVE,
BUT GOD BLESS THE CHILD
THAT'S GOT HIS OWN,
THAT'S GOT HIS OWN.

MONEY,
YOU'VE GOT LOTS OF FRIENDS
CROWDING ROUND THE DOOR.
WHEN YOU'RE GONE,
AND THE SPENDING ENDS,
THEY DON'T COME NO MORE.

RICH RELATIONS GIVE
A CRUST OF BREAD AND SUCH,
YOU CAN HELP YOURSELF
BUT DON'T TAKE TOO MUCH
MAMA MAY HAVE,
PAPA MAY HAVE,
BUT GOD BLESS THE CHILD
THAT'S GOT HIS OWN,
THAT'S GOT HIS OWN.

MAMA MAY HAVE,
PAPA MAY HAVE,
BUT GOD BLESS THE CHILD
THAT'S GOT HIS OWN,
THAT'S GOT HIS OWN,
HE JUST WORRY 'BOUT NOTHIN'
'CAUSE HE'S GOT HIS OWN.
Writers Wynonie Harris, John Mason

Genres Rhythm & Blues, Soul, Family

Recorded 1949

Lyrics WE FOUND OUT -
YES, WE DID,
WE FOUND OUT -
NOW WE KNOW,
WE FOUND OUT -
WE FOUND OUT
THAT GRANDMA PLAYS THE NUMBERS.
WE FOUND OUT -
YES, WE DID,
WE FOUND OUT -
SHE COULDN'T KEEP IT HID,
WE FOUND OUT -
NOW WE KNOW
THAT GRANDMA PLAYS THE NUMBERS.

THINKS ABOUT THEM EV'RY DAY,
DREAMS ABOUT THEM EV'RY NIGHT,
GETS UP EARLY IN THE MORNIN',
SEE THAT HER NUMBERS
COME OUT JUST RIGHT.

WE FOUND OUT -
YES, WE KNOW,
WE FOUND OUT -
BLESS HER SOUL,
WE FOUND OUT -
NOW WE KNOW
THAT GRANDMA PLAYS THE NUMBERS.

WE FOUND OUT -
YES, WE KNOW,
WE FOUND OUT -
BLESS HER SOUL,
WE FOUND OUT -
NOW WE KNOW
THAT GRANDMA PLAYS THE NUMBERS.
WE FOUND OUT -
YES, OH, YES,
WE FOUND OUT -
WE FOUND OUT,
WE FOUND OUT -
NOW WE KNOW
THAT GRANDMA PLAYS THE NUMBERS.

SHE'S AT THE FRUIT STAND
EVERY DAY,
BUYS BANANAS BY THE BUNCH,
SHE LOOKS AT ALL THE PRICE TAGS,
THAT'S WHERE SHE GETS HER HUNCH.

WE FOUND OUT -
YES, WE KNOW,
WE FOUND OUT -
BLESS HER SOUL,
WE FOUND OUT -
NOW WE KNOW
THAT GRANDMA PLAYS THE NUMBERS.
Writers William Bolcom, Arnold Weinstein

Genres Showtune, Classical, Family

Recorded 2000

Lyrics Spoken: WHILE IM WALKING
THIS FINE LINE
BETWEEN NORTH AND SOUTH
AND LOVE AND HATE
I WANT TO STATE
I BEEN WALKING LONG
AND WORKING HARD
ON MY PHILOSOPHY.
COCKEYED,
COCKSURE,
BRILLIANT
AND MISPELLED,
WORKING OUT MY PROBLEM.
I BEEN SIDESWIPED
AND WINDWIPED
AND MOONSWEPT
AND TALKED AT
AND LIED TO
AND DANCED ON
ON MY WAY
TO THE VARIOUS MYSTICAL SPOTS
IN INDIA
AND POINTS EAST
ONLY TO FIND
THE EAST HAS MOVED
TO THE WEST.
I FED THE NEEDY
AND SCRUBBED THE SEEDY
AND DID THE NASTIEST
DIRTIEST DOUBLE TIME
HUMANITARY DEEDS
BY THE SLEW FOR THEM
LOOKED PEOPLE IN THE EYE,
TOLD THEM
THEY WERE GONNA DIE,
IS THERE ANYTHING
I COULD DO FOR THEM?
THE BLIND
LEADING THE BLIND
BUT I DIDNT MIND
CAUSE I WAS WORKING OUT
MY PROBLEM...
ALL THE TIME SINGING
THE TRUTH!

sung: BUT IVE BEEN CONNED
BY CIRCUMSTANCE,
CONNED BY GENES,
CONNED BY A MASTERMIND
MAN OF MEANS.
ITS ENOUGH
TO DRIVE
A MILD MAN WILD.
AFTER ALL
IM NOTHING
BUT A GREAT MANS CHILD.

spoken: IVE TRIED
EVERY KIND OF LOVE SONG,
ART SONG AND PROSE POEM
IN THIRTY TWO BARS.
I BROKE TWO BANJOS,
THREE MANDOLINS,
AND WENT THROUGH
A DOZEN GUITARS.
I WROTE ON EXAM BOOKS,
INSIDE THE COVERS
OF CLASSIC COMICS
AND R. CRUMB,
BAUDELAIRE
AND NANCY DREW.
FOR THREE YEARS
DIDNT SEE A MOVIE,
AND IVE SEEN
THE METEORIC RISE AND FALL
OF THE WORD GROOVY.
WROTE FOLKSY JOKES
FOR THE NATIONAL PUBLIC RADIO
ABOUT THE SITUATION,
WORKING OUT MY PROBLEM.

spoken: YOU WANT TO KNOW
ABOUT MY PROBLEM?
sung: I JOINED
THE VAGABONDS UNION
AND THE HOBOS GUILD,
FOUGHT KILLING THE WHALES
WHILE THE SEALS GOT KILLED.
YOU CAN SEE
IT DRIVES
A MILD MAN WILD.
AFTER ALL IVE DONE
IM NOTHING
BUT A GREAT MANS CHILD.

spoken: NOW ABOUT MY PROBLEM.
sung: PSYCHIATRISTS
CALLED ME FOUR-SYLLABLE NAMES
DEALING WITH MY PROBLEM
MY PROBLEM IS MY FATHER.
IM A BUFFOON
AND THE SON
OF A TYCOON.
I WENT
TO FOUR PRIVATE SCHOOLS
AND TWELVE PUBLIC SCHOOLS,
THREE JUNIOR COLLEGES,
THREE UNIVERSITIES,
PRE-MED, PRE-LAW,
AND EVERY OTHER PRE
THAT LED TO NO DEGREE.
BUT THERES ONE THING
I DID LEARN:
ONE DAY I READ A BOOK
ABOUT ALL THOSE LAND-GRABBING,
LAND-OWNING,
DEAL-WHEELING,
UNFEELING,
PEOPLE-PILFERING CROOKS,
EVERY MOTHERS SON
OF THEM,
AND I LEARNED
THAT MY MOTHERS HUSBAND,
HE WAS ONE OF THEM.
HE LIED
AND CHEATED
AND STOLE.
SOME SAY
HE HAD PEOPLE KILLED!

half-sung: AND MAMAS GONE
AND HE LIVES ON
AND I LIVE IN HIS SHADOW.
sung: IVE BEEN CONNED
BY CIRCUMSTANCE,
CONNED BY GENES,
IVE BEEN CONNED
BY A MASTERMIND
MAN OF MEANS.
ITS ENOUGH
TO DRIVE
A MILD MAN WILD.
THO MY DADDY
IS A BADDIE,
IM A GREAT MANS CHILD.
LIFE HAS NO ZING -
IM A ZITHER
WITHOUT A STRING,
OR A ZIPPER
WITHOUT THE ZIPPER THING.
IM LIKE A BEE
WITHOUT A STING,
OR A BIRD
WHO CANNOT SING.
IVE BEEN THROWN
IN THE SHADOW
OF MY FATHERS FAME.
I COULD HAVE ANYTHING
I WANT
BUT NOT A THING
I COULD NAME.
ITS ENOUGH
TO DRIVE
A MILD MAN WILD.
ITS A CURSE
ON ANY MAN
OR WOMAN
TO BE
A GREAT,
TO BE
A GREAT,
TO BE
A GREAT,
TO BE
A GREAT...
TO BE
A GREAT MANS CHILD!
Writers Paul Simon

Genres Pop, Folk, Americana, Family

Recorded 1963

Lyrics HE WAS MY BROTHER,
FIVE YEARS OLDER
THAN I.
HE WAS MY BROTHER,
TWENTY THREE YEARS
OLD,
THE DAY HE DIED.
FREEDOM RIDER,
THEY CURSED
MY BROTHER
TO HIS FACE.
GO HOME,
OUTSIDER,
THIS TOWN'S
GONNA BE
YOUR BURYIN' PLACE.
HE WAS SINGIN'
ON HIS KNEES,
AN ANGRY MOB
TRAILED ALONG.
THEY SHOT
MY BROTHER DEAD,
BECAUSE HE HATED
WHAT WAS WRONG.
HE WAS MY BROTHER,
TEARS WON'T BRING HIM
BACK TO ME.
HE,
HE WAS MY BROTHER,
AND HE DIED
SO HIS BROTHERS
COULD BE FREE,
OH GOD,
HE DIED
SO HIS BROTHERS
COULD BE FREE.
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Writers William A. Dillon, Harry Von Tilzer

Genres Standard, Marriage, Family

Recorded 1944

Lyrics WHEN I WAS A BOY
MY OTHER OFTEN SAID TO ME,
“GET MARRIED BOY
AND SEE HOW HAPPY YOU WILL BE.”
I HAVE LOOKED ALL OVER,
BUT NO GIRLIE I CAN FIND,
WHO SEEMS TO BE
JUST LIKE THE LITTLE GIRL
I HAVE IN MIND,
I WILL HAVE TO LOOK AROUND
UNTIL THE RIGHT ONE I HAVE FOUND.

I WANT A GIRL,
JUST LIKE THE GIRL
THAT MARRIED DEAR OLD DAD.
SHE WAS A PEARL
AND THE ONLY GIRL
THAT DADDY EVER HAD,
A GOOD OLD FASHIONED GIRL
WITH HEART SO TRUE,
ONE WHO LOVES NOBODY ELSE
BUT YOU,
I WANT A GIRL,
JUST LIKE THE GIRL
THAT MARRIED DEAR OLD DAD.

BY THE OLD MILL STREAM
THERE SIT A COUPLE OLD AND GRAY,
THOUGH YEARS HAVE ROLLED AWAY,
THEIR HEARTS ARE YOUNG TODAY.
MOTHER DEAR LOOKS UP AT DAD
WITH LOVE LIGHT IN HER EYE.
HE STEALS A KISS,
A FOND EMBRACE,
WHILE EV'NING BREEZES SIGH,
THEY'RE AS HAPPY AS CAN BE,
SO THAT'S THE KIND OF LOVE FOR ME.

I WANT A GIRL,
JUST LIKE THE GIRL
THAT MARRIED DEAR OLD DAD.
SHE WAS A PEARL
AND THE ONLY GIRL
THAT DADDY EVER HAD,
A GOOD OLD FASHIONED GIRL
WITH HEART SO TRUE,
ONE WHO LOVES NOBODY ELSE
BUT YOU,
I WANT A GIRL,
JUST LIKE THE GIRL
THAT MARRIED DEAR OLD DAD.
Writers Lana Chapel

Genres Standard, Country, Ballad, Marriage, Family

Recorded 1977

Lyrics THERE'S A MAN
WHO ALWAYS STOOD RIGHT BY ME,
TALL AND PROUD
AND GOOD
WHEN TIMES WERE BAD,
TOO MUCH HEART
IS THE ONLY FAULT THAT I SEE -
THIS SONG'S NOT FOR YOU FOLKS,
IT'S FOR MY DAD.

ALWAYS A PARTNER,
A PLAYMATE
AND A TEACHER,
READY WITH A JOKE
WHEN TIMES WERE SAD.
AND IN MY TEENS,
SOMETIMES HE WAS A PREACHER -
THIS SONG'S NOT FOR YOU FOLKS,
IT'S FOR MY DAD.

HE ALWAYS WAS A ROCK
WHEN I NEEDED ONE,
HE GAVE ME GOOD ADVICE
WHEN I NEEDED SOME.
I WANT YOU TO KNOW
THAT WHEN IT'S SAID
AND DONE,
HE'S ONE OF THE BEST FRIENDS
I EVER HAD,
I EVER HAD -
THIS SONG'S NOT FOR YOU FOLKS,
IT'S FOR MY DAD.

HE ALWAYS WAS A ROCK
WHEN I NEEDED ONE,
HE GAVE ME GOOD ADVICE
WHEN I NEEDED SOME.
I WANT YOU TO KNOW
THAT WHEN IT'S SAID
AND DONE,
HE'S ONE OF THE BEST FRIENDS
I EVER HAD,
I EVER HAD -
THIS SONG'S NOT FOR YOU FOLKS
IT'S FOR MY DAD;
OF COURSE
I LIKE YOU FOLKS,
BUT I LOVE MY DAD.
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