Pinwheel of Death

Sydney Nathan


SONGS

Writers Henry Glover, Sydney Nathan

Genres Rhythm & Blues, Soul, Blues

Recorded 1954

Lyrics ANNIE HAD A BABY,
CAN'T WORK NO MORE.
ANNIE HAD A BABY,
CAN'T WORK NO MORE.
EV'RY TIME
SHE STARTS TO WORK
SHE HAS TO STOP
AND WALK THE BABY
ACROSS THE FLOOR.
SHE HAS TO WALK
WITH MY BABY
INSTEAD OF ME.
TALK TO THE BABY
INSTEAD OF ME.
SING TO THE BABY
INSTEAD OF ME.
NOW I KNOW
ANNIE UNDERSTOOD
THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS
WHEN THE GETTING
GETS GOOD!
Writers Hank Ballard, Ralph Bass, Sydney Nathan, Sonny Woods

Genres Rhythm & Blues, Soul, Blues

Recorded 1954

Lyrics ANNIE'S GOT
AN AUNT FANNIE.
ANNIE'S GOT
AN AUNT FANNIE.
ANNIE'S AUNT FANNIE,
AUNT FANNIE,
ANNIE'S AUNT FANNIE,
AUNT FANNIE,
ANNIE'S AUNT FANNIE,
AUNT FANNIE,
SHE ALWAYS GETS
MY NANNY.

I SENT HER
TO THE STORE
FOR CANDY.
I SENT HER
TO THE STORE
FOR CANDY.
BUT SHE CAME RIGHT BACK
SO DANDY
BEFORE I COULD CUDDLE
WITH MY ANNIE.
THERE SITS
ANNIE'S AUNT FANNIE.
SHE ALWAYS GETS
MY NANNY.

SHE'S IN MY WAY
EV'RY DAY.
WHAT CAN I SAY,
HOW CAN I PLAY?
SHE WON'T
LET ME BE.
OH!
CAN'T YOU SEE?
I'M GOING TO
CHASE HER AWAY -
SHOO!

ANNIE'S GOT
AN AUNT FANNIE.
ANNIE'S GOT
AN AUNT FANNIE.
ANNIE'S AUNT FANNIE,
AUNT FANNIE,
ANNIE'S AUNT FANNIE,
AUNT FANNIE,
ANNIE'S AUNT FANNIE,
AUNT FANNIE,
SHE ALWAYS GETS
MY NANNY.
Writers Alan Freed, Henry Glover, Sydney Nathan, Fred Weismantel

Genres Rhythm & Blues, Soul, Blues

Recorded 2014

Lyrics BABY,
WHY DO YOU THINK
WHAT I SAY
AIN'T TRUE?
YOU'VE GOT
A LOT OF NERVE
TO THINK
WE AIN'T THROUGH,
AND WITHOUT ME,
PRETTY BABY,
YOU WON'T
EVEN HAVE A CRUMB
TO EAT.
I'VE BEEN LISTENING
TO THAT JIVE
THAT YOU GAVE
YOUR ALL TO ME,
ALL I EVER GOT
FROM YOU
WAS AN EMPTY STOCKING
HANGING
ON MY CHRISTMAS TREE;
NOW THAT I'M LEAVING YOU,
PRETTY BABY,
WHERE
WILL YOUR
NEXT MEAL BE?

I TOLD YOU
THAT I LOVED YOU,
BUT THAT
WAS LONG AGO.
WHEN I WAS YOUNG
AND SIMPLE,
DIDN'T HAVE THE SENSE
TO KNOW.

SO I'M DOIN, IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT;
NOW THAT I'M LEAVING,
PRETTY BABY,
WHERE WILL
YOUR NEXT MEAL BE?

I KNOW
I SAID I LOVE YOU,
I LOVE YOU,
LOVE YOU,
LOVE YOU SO,
BUT YOU AIN'T
GONNA HEAR
THOSE SWEET WORDS
NO MORE.
AND WITHOUT ME,
PRETTY BABY,
YOU WONT EVEN
HAVE A CRUMB
TO EAT.
I'M NEVER GONNA SAY
I'VE CHANGED MY MIND,
BECAUSE IF I DO
I KNOW
ILL BE LYING;
NOW I'M LEAVING,
PRETTY BABY,
WHERE WILL YOUR
NEXT MEAL BE?

I TOLD YOU
THAT I LOVED YOU,
BUT THAT
WAS LONG AGO.
WHEN I WAS YOUNG
AND SIMPLE,
DIDN'T HAVE THE SENSE
TO KNOW.

SO I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
AND IM GLAD;
AND WITHOUT ME,
PRETTY BABY,
YOUR LIFE'S GONNA BE
MIGHTY SAD!
Writers Hank Ballard, Sydney Nathan

Genres Rhythm & Blues, Soul, Blues

Recorded 1955

Lyrics HENRY'S GOT FLAT FEET,
CAN'T DANCE NO MORE.
HENRY'S GOT FLAT FEET,
CAN'T DANCE NO MORE.
EVERY TIME
HE STARTS DANCING,
HE HAS TO STOP
'CAUSE HIS FEET
GET SORE.

HE CAN'T HOP
ON HIS FLAT FEET
LIKE HE USED TO,
ROCK
ON HIS FLAT FEET
LIKE HE WANTS TO,
MOVE
ON HIS FLAT FEET
LIKE HE SHOULD DO,
GROOVE
ON HIS FLAT FEET
LIKE HE OUGHT TO,
HE SITS AROUND
AND HE WISHES
HE COULD
JUMP
WITH HIS BABY
WHEN THE MUSIC
GETS GOOD.

HENRY'S GOT FLAT FEET,
HIS DANCING DAYS
ARE GONE.
HENRY'S GOT FLAT FEET,
HIS DANCING DAYS
ARE GONE.
EVERY TIME
HE STARTS SWINGING,
HE HAS TO STOP
'CAUSE SOMEONE
DANCES ON HIS CORN.
Writers Wynonie Harris, Sydney Nathan, Robert Sherman

Genres Country, Rhythm & Blues, Soul, Blues

Recorded 1949

Lyrics I CAN TELL BY THE LOOK
IN MY BABY'S EYES,
THAT I CAN'T KEEP UP
WITH THOSE OTHER GUYS.
ALL I DO
IS WALK THE FLOOR,
I GOT A FEELIN'
MY BABY DON'T LOVE ME NO MORE,
AND I FEEL THAT OLD AGE COMING ON.

GOIN' TO THE DOCTOR,
CAN'T TAKE YOU,
DON'T KNOW
WHAT THE DOCTOR CAN DO.
I'VE BEEN AROUND
TOO MANY YEARS,
I'VE ALSO SHED
TOO MANY TEARS,
AND I FEEL THAT OLD AGE COMING ON.

I SAID,
BABY, BABY,
MAKE LOVE TO ME,
I'LL MAKE YOU HAPPY
AS A LITTLE GIRL WANTS TO BE.
SHE SAID,
DADDY, I WOULD IF I COULD,
BUT HOT SPRINGS WATER
WON'T DO YOU NO GOOD.
AND I FEEL THAT OLD AGE COMING ON.

I'VE BEEN WITH MY BABY
A LONG, LONG TIME,
EVERYTHING SHE'S GOT IS HERS
AND ALSO MINE.
I SAID,
LET'S GET MARRIED THIS VERY DAY.
SHE SAID,
WHO'S GONNA GIVE THE BRIDE
AND GROOM AWAY.
AND I FEEL THAT OLD AGE COMING ON.
Writers Alton Delmore, Rabon Delmore, Sydney Nathan

Genres Country, Classic Country, Bluegrass

Recorded 1951

Lyrics verse 1:
I USED TO BE
A HAPPY,
HAPPY MAN,
THERE'S NOT MANY PEOPLE
I CAN UNDERSTAND.
THEY PROMISE YOU THIS
AND THEY PROMISE YOU THAT,
AND WHEN YOU'RE IN TROUBLE
THEY'LL LEAVE YOU FLAT.

Chorus:
I LET THE FREIGHT TRAIN
CARRY ME ON,
I LET THE FREIGHT TRAIN
CARRY ME ON,
I LET THE FREIGHT TRAIN
CARRY ME ON,
BECAUSE THERE AIN'T NO TROUBLE
WHEN YOU'RE RIDING ALONG.

Verse 2:
MY BABY WAS AS SWEET
AS SHE CAN BE
BEFORE SHE CAME
AND MARRIED ME
AS SOON AS SHE GOT ME
IN HER BAG,
SHE TREATED ME
LIKE AN OLD DISH RAG.

Chorus:
I LET THE FREIGHT TRAIN
CARRY ME ON,
I LET THE FREIGHT TRAIN
CARRY ME ON,
I LET THE FREIGHT TRAIN
CARRY ME ON,
BECAUSE THERE AIN'T NO TROUBLE
WHEN YOU'RE RIDING ALONG.

Verse 3:
I HAD A GOOD PAL
BUT HE DONE ME WRONG,
HE TOOK ALL MY MONEY
AND MY SWEETIE ALONG,
I NEVER DID THINK
HE'D CALL ME NAMES
BUT I DON'T WORRY
WITH ME RIDING THE TRAIN.

Chorus:
I LET THE FREIGHT TRAIN
CARRY ME ON,
I LET THE FREIGHT TRAIN
CARRY ME ON,
I LET THE FREIGHT TRAIN
CARRY ME ON,
BECAUSE THERE AIN'T NO TROUBLE
WHEN YOU'RE RIDING ALONG.
Writers Henry Bernard, Sydney Nathan

Genres Rhythm & Blues, Blues

Recorded 1950

Lyrics EVERYBODY'S TALKING
ABOUT CHICKEN AND RICE,
ALL OF THOSE THINGS
ARE MIGHTY NICE.
GATHER AROUND,
ALL YOU GIRLS,
AND LISTEN TO ME,
I WANT TO TELL YOU
ABOUT MY BABY'S RECIPE
I LIKE MY BABY'S PUDDING,
I LIKE IT BEST OF ALL,
I LIKE MY BABY'S PUDDING,
I LIKE IT BEST OF ALL.

THERE'S A GAL
NAMED MISS FANNIE BROWN,
SHE COOKS THE BEST GUMBO
IN TOWN.
ALL OF YOU CHICKS
CAN REALLY COOK,
WHAT FANNIE BROWN WHIPS UP,
YOU DON'T LEARN IN A BOOK
I LIKE MY BABY'S PUDDING,
I LIKE IT BEST OF ALL,
I LIKE MY BABY'S PUDDING,
I LIKE IT BEST OF ALL.

NINETY-NINE TIMES
I'VE TRIED TO EAT
ALL THOSE FINE,
FANCY CUTS OF MEAT.
JUST CAN'T EAT A SINGLE BITE,
I JUST DON'T HAVE THE APPETITE
I LIKE MY BABY'S PUDDING,
I LIKE IT BEST OF ALL,
I LIKE MY BABY'S PUDDING,
I LIKE IT BEST OF ALL.

WELL, SHE PROMISED ME
SHE WOULDN'T GIVE NO ONE
HER PUDDING BUT ME,
YES, SHE PROMISED ME
SHE WOULDN'T GIVE NO ONE
HER PUDDING BUT ME
BUT I DON'T BELIEVE HER,
I'LL JUST HAVE TO
WAIT AND SEE.

GOTTA WATCH MY MY BABY
BOTH NIGHT AND DAY
SO SHE WON'T
GIVE MY PUDDING AWAY.
MY BABY'S PUDDING
IS ALL SHE OWNS,
SO THERE AIN'T NO MEAT
FOR HENRY JONES.
I LIKE MY BABY'S PUDDING,
I LIKE IT BEST OF ALL,
I LIKE MY BABY'S PUDDING,
I LIKE IT BEST OF ALL.

I LIKE MY BABY'S PUDDING,
I LIKE IT BEST OF ALL,
I LIKE MY BABY'S PUDDING,
I LIKE IT BEST OF ALL,
I LIKE MY BABY'S PUDDING,
I LIKE IT BEST OF ALL,
I LIKE MY BABY'S PUDDING,
I LIKE IT BEST OF ALL!
Writers Henry Bernard, Morry Burns, Sydney Nathan, Henry Thurston

Genres Country, Pop, Classic Country

Recorded 1950

Lyrics verse 1:
WE'VE BEEN SWEETHEARTS
FOR SO LONG
BUT NOW YOU SAY
WE'RE THROUGH,
THE LOVE WE SHARED
IS NOW A MEMORY.
I HAD BUILT A SHIP
OF DREAMS
AND PLANNED THEM
ALL FOR YOU,
AND NOW,
I GUESS,
WHAT IS TO BE
WILL BE.

Chorus:
I'LL SAIL MY SHIP ALONE
WITH ALL THE DREAMS
I OWN,
DRIFTING OUT
ACROSS THE OCEAN BLUE.
I'LL SAIL MY SHIP ALONE,
THOUGH ALL THE SAILS
YOU'VE TORN,
AND WHEN IT STARTS
TO SINK
THEN I'LL BLAME YOU.

verse 2:
I'M JUST LIKE
A SHIP AT SEA
THAT'S LOST
WITHOUT A SAIL,
THE DARK CLOUDS
HIDE THE SUN
FROM UP ABOVE.
AND EVEN
WITH THESE BROKEN DREAMS
MY HEART WILL NEVER FAIL,
FOR DEEP INSIDE
THERE'S ONLY
ONE TRUE LOVE.

Chorus:
I'LL SAIL MY SHIP ALONE
WITH ALL THE DREAMS
I OWN,
DRIFTING OUT
ACROSS THE OCEAN BLUE.
I'LL SAIL MY SHIP ALONE,
THOUGH ALL THE SAILS
YOU'VE TORN,
AND WHEN IT STARTS
TO SINK
THEN I'LL BLAME YOU.

verse 3:
GAVE A MESSAGE
TO THE WIND
TO TAKE ME
BACK HOME
TO YOU,
HOPING
YOU WOULD HEAR
MY S.O.S.
MAYBE
YOU WOULD COME
BACK HOME,
MY DARLING,
IF YOU KNEW
HOW MUCH
MY ACHING HEART
IS IN DISTRESS.

Chorus:
I'LL SAIL MY SHIP ALONE
WITH ALL THE DREAMS
I OWN,
DRIFTING OUT
ACROSS THE OCEAN BLUE.
I'LL SAIL MY SHIP ALONE,
THOUGH ALL THE SAILS
YOU'VE TORN,
AND WHEN IT STARTS
TO SINK
THEN I'LL BLAME YOU.
Writers Henry Glover, Sydney Nathan

Genres Rhythm & Blues, Soul

Recorded 1951

Lyrics IT AIN'T THE MEAT,
IT'S THE MOTION
MAKES YOUR DADDY
WANT TO ROCK.
IT AIN'T THE MEAT,
IT'S THE MOTION,
IT'S THE MOVEMENT
THAT GIVES IT
THE SOCK.
NOW I HAD A GIRL
SO DOG-GONE THIN,
NO MEAT,
NO BONES,
SHE WAS JUST ALL SKIN.
ONE THING ABOUT HER
I CAN UNDERSTAND,
SHE WRAPS ALL AROUND ME
LIKE A RUBBER BAND.
IT AIN'T THE MEAT,
IT'S THE MOTION
MAKES YOUR DADDY
WANT TO ROCK.
IT AIN'T THE MEAT,
IT'S THE MOTION,
IT'S THE MOVEMENT
THAT GIVES IT
THE SOCK.

IT AIN'T THE MEAT,
IT'S THE MOTION
MAKES YOUR DADDY
WANT TO ROCK.
IT AIN'T THE MEAT,
IT'S THE MOTION,
IT'S THE MOVEMENT
THAT GIVES IT
THE SOCK.
YOU FIND SOME GIRLS
WHO ARE BIG AND FAT,
SOME FELLOWS
DON'T LIKE TO SEE THEM
LIKE THAT.
BUT I LIKE TO SEE 'EM
BIG AND TALL,
THE BIGGER THEY COME,
THE HARDER THEY FALL.
IT AIN'T THE MEAT,
IT'S THE MOTION
MAKES YOUR DADDY
WANT TO ROCK.
IT AIN'T THE MEAT,
IT'S THE MOTION,
IT'S THE MOVEMENT
THAT GIVES IT
THE SOCK.

IT AIN'T THE MEAT,
IT'S THE MOTION
MAKES YOUR DADDY
WANT TO ROCK.
IT AIN'T THE MEAT,
IT'S THE MOTION,
IT'S THE MOVEMENT
THAT GIVES IT
THE SOCK.
I GOT A LITTLE GIRL
WHO LIVES DOWN THE STREET,
IT AIN'T MUCH OF HER
BUT SHE'S MIGHTY SWEET.
WHEN SHE STARTS ROCKIN'
SHE DON'T WANT TO STOP,
IT MAKES A MAN
WANT TO BLOW HIS TOP.
IT AIN'T THE MEAT,
IT'S THE MOTION
MAKES YOUR DADDY
WANT TO ROCK.
IT AIN'T THE MEAT,
IT'S THE MOTION,
IT'S THE MOVEMENT
THAT GIVES IT
THE SOCK.
Writers Cowboy Copas, Sydney Nathan

Genres Country, Classic Country

Recorded 1948

Lyrics SIGNED, SEALED AND DELIVERED,
A PACKAGE CONTAINING MY HEART.
TO OPEN,
REMOVE THE WRAPPER,
BUT PLEASE DON'T TEAR IT APART.
YOU TORE OUT THIS HEART
WHEN YOU LEFT ME
YOU LEFT ME ALONE
AND SO BLUE.
I'M SENDING IT SPECIAL DELIVERY
PLEASE HANDLE WITH CARE,
IT'S FOR YOU.

IT'S ALL THAT I HAVE TO OFFER,
BUT DARLIN',
YOU KNOW THAT IT'S TRUE.
SIGNED, SEALED AND DELIVERED,
THE POSTMAN WILL BRING IT TO YOU.
I THOUGHT
PERHAPS YOU WOULD KEEP IT
JUST FOR A WHILE,
DON'T YOU SEE.
OH DARLIN',
PLEASE KEEP IT FOREVER
WITHOUT YOU
IT'S NO GOOD TO ME.

SIGNED, SEALED AND DELIVERED,
A PACKAGE CONTAINING MY HEART.
I SEND IT TO YOU AS A TOKEN
I'M SORRY WE'RE SO FAR APART.
Alt. Title Sitting On It All The Time

Writers Henry Bernard, Sydney Nathan

Genres Rhythm & Blues, Soul, Blues

Recorded 1950

Lyrics OLD MAID,
OLD MAID,
STOP ACTING
LIKE A BABY CHILD.
OLD MAID,
OLD MAID,
STOP ACTING
LIKE A BABY CHILD.
YOU WAITED
TILL YOU GOT SIXTY THREE
BEFORE YOU STARTED
RUNNIN' WILD.

WELL,
I'M LOOKING FOR A GAL,
SHE'S GOT TO BE
YOUNG AND NEAT.
WELL,
I'M LOOKING FOR A GAL,
SHE'S GOT TO BE
YOUNG AND NEAT.
WHAT GOOD IS YOUR STOVE
IF IT DON'T GIVE OUT
NO HEAT?

WELL,
YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE
WITH LOVE AND ROMANCE,
BUT YOU LET IT
PASS YOU BY.
'CAUSE WHEN YOU WERE TEN
YOU USED TO RUN FROM MEN,
YOU KEPT
SITTIN' ON IT ALL THE TIME.
WHEN YOU WERE FIFTEEN
YOU WERE A NATURAL QUEEN,
BUT YOU KEPT
SITTIN' ON IT ALL THE TIME.
WHEN YOU WERE TWENTY-TWO
YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.
WHEN YOU WERE TWENTY-FIVE
YOU THOUGHT ABOUT THAT JIVE,
BUT YOU KEPT ON
SITTIN' ON IT ALL THE TIME.
WHEN YOU WERE THIRTY-ONE
YOU WERE HOT AS THE SUN.
YOU KEPT
SITTIN' ON IT ALL THE TIME.

WHEN YOU WERE THIRTY-FIVE
YOU WERE GLAD TO BE ALIVE.
WHEN YOU WERE THIRTY-EIGHT
IT STILL WASN'T TOO LATE,
BUT YOU KEPT
SITTIN' ON IT ALL THE TIME,
YOU KEPT SITTIN' ON IT ALL THE TIME.
WHEN YOU WERE FOURTY-FOUR
MEN WERE STILL KNOCKIN'
AT YOUR DOOR,
YOU KEPT
SITTIN' ON IT ALL THE TIME.
WHEN YOU WERE FOURTY-NINE
YOU CHANGED YOUR MIND.
WHEN YOU WERE FIFTY TWO
YOU STILL KNEW WHAT TO DO,
BUT YOU KEPT ON
SITTIN' ON IT ALL THE TIME,
YOU KEPT ON
SITTIN' ON IT ALL THE TIME.
NOW YOU'RE SIXTY-THREE,
YOU'RE TOO OLD FOR ME,
SO KEEP ON
SITTIN' ON IT ALL THE TIME!
Writers Henry Bernard, Sydney Nathan

Genres Rhythm & Blues, Soul

Recorded 1949

Lyrics I'M GONNA SEARCH
THIS WHOLE WORLD WIDE
TO FIND ME ANOTHER
CHERRY RED BRIDE,
I'M GONNA KEEP HER
RIGHT HERE
BY MY CLEANHEAD SIDE.
IT AIN'T NO FRUIT
THAT I COULD FIND
TO TAKE THAT CHERRY RED
OFF MY MIND
'CAUSE I GOTTA HAVE
MY CHERRY RED ALL THE TIME.
I'M GONNA GROW A CHERRY TREE,
AIN'T NOBODY GONNA EAT
THEM CHERRIES BUT ME,
'CAUSE MY BABY'S CHERRIES
ARE SWEET AS THEY CAN BE.
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