Boulder To Birmingham
Composer(s): Emmylou Harris; Bill Danoff
Originally performed by: Emmylou Harris
Covered by various other artists



I don't want to hear a love song 
I got on this airplane just to fly 
And I know there's life below 
But all that it can show me 
Is the prairie and the sky 

And I don't want to hear a sad story 
Full of heartbreak and desire 
The last time I felt like this 
It was in the wilderness and the canyon was on fire 
And I stood on the mountain in the night and I watched it burn 
I watched it burn, I watched it burn 

I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham 
I would hold my life in his saving grace
I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham 
If I thought I could see, I could see your face

Well you really got me this time 
And the hardest part is knowing I'll survive
I have come to listen for the sound 
Of the trucks as they move down 
Out on ninety five 
And pretend that it's the ocean 
coming down to wash me clean, to wash me clean 
Baby do you know what I mean 

I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham 
I would hold my life in his saving grace 
I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham 
If I thought I could see, I could see your face

Bougainvillea
Composer(s): Dickey Betts; Don Johnson
Performer(s): Dickey Betts & Great Southern



Bougainvillea, sing your song
For my lover, for my love
I need
Sweet Bougainvillea
Let her wear your flowers in her hair
You will always be
Always be our love song
She was so afraid
To give her heart away
Now before she even know
I hold her close to me
Sweet Bougainvillea
Let her know, she's me

The Desperate Ones
((Adapted from: Les Désespérés (Jacques Brel) - 1966))
Composer(s): Jacques Brel - Gérard Jouannest - Eric Blau - Mort Shuman 
Performer(s): Elly Stone, Mort Shuman, Shawn Elliott, Alice Whitfield - 1968
and multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1969 - De Radelozen (Liesbeth List)
1984 - Epätoivoiset (Saara Pakkasvirta)
1997 - De Laatste Trein (Stef Bos)



They hold each other's hand
They walk without a sound
Down forgotten streets
Their shadows kiss the ground
Their footsteps sing a song
That's ended before it's begun
They walk without a sound
The desperate ones
Just like the tiptoe moth
They dance before the flame
They've burned their hearts so much
That death is just a game
And if love calls again
So foolishly they run
They run without a sound
The desperate ones
I know the road they're on
I've walked their crooked mile
A hundred times or more
I drank their cup of bile
They watch their dreams go down
Behind the setting sun
They walk without a sound
The desperate ones
And underneath the bridge
The waters sweet and deep
There is the journey's end
The land of endless sleep
They cry to us for help
We think it's all in fun
They cry without a sound
The desperate ones
Let he who threw the stone at them
Stand up and take a bow
He knows the verb to love
But he'll never know how
On the bridge of nevermore
They disappear one by one
Disappear without a sound
The desperate ones

Bottoms Up!
Composer(s): Michael Anthony; David Lee Roth;
Alex Van Halen; Eddie Van Halen
Performer(s): Van Halen



I've been sitting here 'bout half the night
Oh, mama, fill my cup up
Said I came to waste some time
I think I'm gonna jump up
I'm singin', I'm dancin' most every night
And I want to do that with you babe
Let's do this bottle right
Oh, oh, baby, bottoms up
Pretty maids, all in a row, go on, set 'em up, up
Come um um um um um, baby, bottoms up
I'm singin', I'm dancin' most every night
And I want to do that with you, babe
Let's do this bottle right
Come um um um um um, baby, bottoms up
Come um um um um um, baby, bottoms up

Bottoms Up
Composer(s): G. Capuano; M. Capuano; H. Stott
Performer(s): Middle Of The Road



Bottoms up to people sit you down
Enjoy your living with the people sit you down
Singing bottoms up to people sit you down
Enjoy your living with the people sit you down

Take your mind off all your heartaches
And you'll find they're good as gone
Now the ball is on the uptake
Join the world and be as one

Bottoms up to people sit you down . . .

Tho' your mind is in the dog house
'Cos your wife has thrown you out
Don't be acting like a bog mouse
Take your lead off
move about

Bottoms up to people sit you down . . .

Take your mind off all your heartaches
And you'll find they're good as gone
Now the ball is on the uptake
Join the world and be as one

Bottoms up to people sit you down . . .

Bottomless Well
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
Performer(s): Bobby Bare



They say there he sits in his big white wicker rocker
Eatin' candy-coated cashews, sippin' orange lemonade
While a sweet young thing fans the flies from off his eyebrows
He's dozin' in the green Cataupa shade
Lord, they say that Jesse Langtree's got it made

Little bit south of the Okachobee
There's a story that the swamp folks tell
About a mean old man named Jesse Langtree
And a sweet young maid and a bottomless well
That water's cold but that don't matter
How deep it is... no one can tell
Just drop a stone you never hear it splatter
It just falls down, down, forever in the bottomless well

Through fifteen miles of snakes and gators
With a raging fever and the trembling chills
I wandered lost through the Okachobee
And there I seen her sittin' there by the bottomless well

Yeah, now there he sits in his big white wicker rocker
Eatin' his candy-coated cashews, sippin' orange lemonade
While that sweet young thing fanned the flies from off his eyebrows
He's dozin' in the green Cataupa shade
Lord, I swear that Jesse Langtree got it made
Let's hear it for Jesse now

I asked her for a drink of water
And Jesse slept... me and her we talked a spell
She said that she was his wife and daughter
Lord love her
But his heart was cold, cold and dark as the bottomless well

And as he slept, I bent to kiss her
I heard a loud and jealous yell
Felt my head explode in darkness
Two big hairy arms picked me up and dragged me to the bottomless well

Well, I woke up in fear and trembling
I was staring down into the jaws of hell
As he held me high above his shoulders
Gonna throw me down, down, down to the bottomless well

Now here I sit in Jesse's big white wicker rocker
Eatin' his candy-coated cashews, sippin' his orange lemonade
While that sweet young thing fans the flies from off my eyebrows
I'm dozin' in the green Cataupa shade
Enjoying things that Jesse Langtree made
God bless you, Jesse

Now some folks say that sweet thing pushed him
But I was there and I swear, he fell
But it ain't murder 'cause he ain't dead, 'cause he's still a'fallin'...
Going down, down, forever in the bottomless well
Going down, down, down, down, down
Bye, Jesse!

Bottles And Barstools
Composer(s): Glenn Sutton
Performer(s): Jerry Lee Lewis



Goodbye was the very easy word for you to say
But then you never cared the way I do
Your love was all that kept me going
Now that it's gone
Where can I turn but to the only friends I ever knew
Going to back to
Bottles and Barstools these are the favorite tools
Of any lonely fool who needs to forget
They tell me friends in need are truly friends in deed
And Bottles and Barstools have never failed me yet

Well our love can be summed up in 25 words or less
Just another flame that never made a fire
And shoulders to cry on are an easy thing to find
Just look for any set of lights that spell out B-a-r
Well I am going to back to
Bottles and Barstools these are the favorite tools
For any lonely fool who needs to forget
Well they tell me friends in need are truly friends indeed
And Bottles and Barstools have never failed me yet
Yes Bottles and Barstools ain't failed ol' Jerry Lee yet
Ah set me up one more....

Bottle To The Baby
Composer(s): Jody Chastain; Charlie Feathers; Jerry Huffman
Performer(s): Charlie Feathers; Jussi Syren



Well back in those days at the foot of the hill
We got our juice from a little still
Well things have done changed, I'm a-tellin' ya all
Since I met this crazy woman, she just call
Give the bottle to the baby, bottle to the baby
Bottle to the baby, if you want me to stay with you
Well my little woman she's the sweetest too
When we get a family, we'll know just what to do
I will settle down and I'll feed him candy too
And when mom hollers, I will know just what to do
Give the bottle to the baby, bottle to the baby
Bottle to the baby, if you want me to stay with you

Well me and my woman and the little cootchie-coo
We had an appartment, East fourty-two
When we get snoozy we will take a little nought
The landlady hates us, she threw us out
Give the bottle to the baby, bottle to the baby
Bottle to the baby, if you want me to stay with you

Bottle Of Wine
Danish, Dutch, & French Titles:
Fuld Som En Gris; Leve De Wijn; Sacrée Bouteille
Originally performed by: Tom Paxton
Covered by various other artists



Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober
Let me alone, Let me go home
Let me go back and start over

Well, I've rambled around this dirty old town
Singing for nickels and dimes
Times getting rough, I can't get enough
To buy me a little bottle of wine

Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober
Let me alone, Let me go home
Let me go back and start over

Well, little hotel, older than hell
Cold as the dark in the mine
Light so dim, I had to grin
I got me a little bottle of wine

Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober
Let me alone, Let me go home
Let me go back and start over

Well, the preacher will preach and the teacher will teach
The miner will dig in the mine
I ride the rods, trusting in God
Huggin' my little bottle of wine

Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober
Let me alone, Let me go home
Let me go back and start over

Well, pain in my head, bugs in my bed
Pants so old that they shine
Out on the street, I tell the people I meet
To buy me a little bottle of wine

Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober
Let me alone, Let me go home
Let me go back and start over

Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober

Bottle Of Red Wine
Composer(s): Bonnie Bramlett; Eric Clapton
Performer(s): Eric Clapton;
Derek & the Dominos; Curtis Salgado



Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine
I can't get up out of bed
With this crazy feeling in my head
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine

Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine
You hear what I say?
Gonna love you anyway
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine

I went to an all-night get together
And everyone I knew was there
Had the love that would last forever
Everywhere I looked, I saw you standing there

Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine
I can't get up out of bed
With this crazy feeling in my head
I said get up right now, oh oh
I said get up right now
Feel so bad this morning; got a terrible headache in my head
Do me a favor, baby, do me a favor please
Please get up; get your man a bottle of red wine
Get up, get up; get your man a big big bottle of red wine

Both Sides Now 
German Title: Beide Seiten
Composer(s): Joni Mitchell
Originally performed by: Judy Collins
Covered by various other artists



Bows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I've looked at clouds that way

But now they only block the sun
They rain and they snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way

I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It's cloud illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way that you feel
As every fairy tale comes real
I've looked at love that way

But now it's just another show
And you leave 'em laughing when you go
And if you care, don't let them know
Don't give yourself away

I've looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
It's love's illusions I recall
I really don't know love
Really don't know love at all

Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say "I love you" right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I've looked at life that way

Oh but now old friends they're acting strange
And they shake their heads
And they tell me that I've changed
Well something's lost but something's gained
In living every day

I've looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life
I really don't know life at all

Both Feet In The Water
Composer(s): Dave Colwell; Brian Howe;
Mick Ralphs; Terry Thomas
Performer(s): Bad Company



The company I'm keeping, well it may be bad
But it ain't bad enough, compared to me
So baby start believing, I'm the best you've ever had
Just give me time and I will make you see
Gonna prove you wrong, gonna prove me right
You better make your mind up, it's gotta be tonight
Baby baby baby, I can light your fuse
You ain't got nothing, nothing to lose, baby

Chorus:
Put both feet in the water - put 'em in the water, baby
Put your fears in the past - put 'em in the past, yeah
Forget what people have told you - don't listen
If you want our loving to last
I know what you've been hearing, and it makes me mad
To think that you'd believe so many lies
Girl I'm gonna tell you one thing, the rumours may be bad
But you ain't got no right to criticize
Because I heard about you and the things you do
You gotta make your mind up, am I coming through?
So baby baby baby, it's time you made your move
I ain't got nothing, nothing to prove, baby

Chorus

Gonna prove you wrong, gonna prove me right
You gotta make your mind up, it's gotta be tonight
I said, baby baby baby baby baby, gonna light your fuse
You ain't got nothing, nothing to lose, baby

Chorus (3x)

You'd better listen, baby

Botcha-A-Me (Ba-Ba-Baciami Piccina)
Composer(s): Eddie Y. Stanley; Riccardo Morbelli; Luigi Astore
Performer(s): Rosemary Clooney; Annette Klooger



Botch-a-me, I'll-botcha you and ev'rything goes crazy

Bah-bah, botch-a-me, bambino
Bah-bah-bo, bo, boca piccolino
When you kiss me and I'm a-kissa you
Tra la la la la la la la la loo

Bah-bah, botch-a-me, my baby
Bah-bah-bo, bo, just say "Yes" and maybe
If-a you squeeze me and I'm a-squeeza you
Tra la la la la la la la la loo

Bee-oo, bye-oh, bee-oo, boo
Won't you botch-a-, botch-a-me?
Bee-oo, bye-oh, bee-oo, boo
When you botch-a-me, I a-botcha you and ev'rything goes crazy

Bah-bah, botch-a-me, bambino
Bah-bah-bo, bo, boca piccolino
And then we will raise a great big family
Tra la la la la la la la la lee

Botch-a-me, I'll-botcha you and ev'rything goes crazy

Bah-bah, botch-a-me, my baby
Bah-bah-bo, bo, just say "Yes" and maybe
If-a you squeeze me and I'm a-squeeza you
Tra la la la la la la la la loo

Bee-oo, bye-oh, bee-oo, boo
Won't you botch-a, botch-a-me? 
Kiss me!!
Bee-oo, bye-oh, bee-oo, boo
When you botch-a-me, I a-botcha you
C'mon a-you, kissa me, eh?!!

Bah-bah, botch-a-me, bambino
Bah-bah-bo, bo, boca piccolino
And then we will raise a great big family
Tra la la la la la la la la 
Bee-oo, bye-oh, bee-oo, boo
Botch-a-me, bambino, botch-a-me

That's nice!!

Boston Tea Party
Composer(s): Alistair Cleminson; Alex Harvey; Hugh McKenna
Originally performed by: The Sensational Alex Harvey Band
Covered by: Fish



Chorus
Are you going to the party?
Are you going to the Boston tea party?

Redcoats in the village
There’s fighting in the streets
The indians and the mountain men, well
They are talking when they meet
The king has said he’s gonna put a tax on tea
And that’s the reason you all Americans drink coffee

Chorus

Fire in the mountains, flames upon the heath
And the president spits out the news
He’s biting on wooden teeth
The children of the colonies
Got a different tale to tell
I’m going down to the city
Tell my folks I’m doing well

Chorus

Bringing back the buffalo to the long prairie
Bringing back the fishes swimming in the sea
The children of the colonies
Got a different tale to tell
I’m going down to the city
Tell my folks I’m doing well

Chorus

Boston Beans
Composer(s): Peggy Lee; Milton Raskin; Bill Schluger
Performer(s): Peggy Lee



I took a trip to Boston 
I was feeling in the mood
for a plate of that wonderful famous food
when i got there i had a big shock
just about as big as a whole city block

they have no beans in Boston
plenty of fish
Chinese food if that's your dish
steaks and chops are a beautiful fair
I couldn't find any Boston beans there

when Captain John Smith came in 1614
he was the first diplomat that the Indians had seen
if they had Boston Beans than i really wouldn't know
got to admit that was a long time ago

no beans in Boston
plenty of fish
Chinese food if that's your dish
steaks and chops are a beautiful fair
I couldn't find any Boston beans there

And when Paul Revere rode his horse that night
and lit those lanterns before the big fight
he must of been hungry when he got back
Boston beans would of been a beautiful snack

they have some tea leaves left from that well known party
great museums if your feeling hearty
they have Cambridge and Harvard and MIT
the didn't have any beans for me

no beans in Boston
plenty of fish
Chinese food if that's your dish
steaks and chops are a beautiful fair
I couldn't find any Boston beans there

I Love Boston but there's no beans there

Bossa Nova Baby
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber; Mike Stoller
Originally performed by: Tippie & The Clovers
Covered by various other artists



I said, 'Take it easy, baby
I worked all day and my feet feel just like lead
You got my shirt tails
Flyin' all over the place
And the sweat poppin' out of my head'
She said, 'Hey, Bossa nova, baby
Keep on a workin' child
This ain't no time to quit'
She said, 'Go, Bossa nova, baby
Keep on dancin'
I'm about to have myself a fit'
Bossa nova, Bossa nova

I said, 'Hey little mama
Let's sit down
Have a drink and dig the band'
She said, 'Drink, drink, drink
Oh, fiddle-de-dink
I can dance with a drink in my hand'
She said 'Hey Bossa nova, baby
Keep on workin' child
This ain't no time to drink'
She said 'Go, Bossa nova, baby
Keep on dancin'
'Cause I ain't got time to think'

I said, 'Come on, baby
It's hot in here
And it's oh so cool outside
If you lend me a dollar
I can buy some gas
And we can go for a little ride'
She said, 'Hey Bossa nova, baby
Keep on workin' child
I ain't got time for that'
She said, 'Go Bossa nova, baby
Keep on dancin'
Or I'll find myself another cat'

Boss Guitar
Composer(s): Lee Hazelwood; Duane Eddy
Performer(s): Duane Eddy; Darlene Love



There's a little place here up town
We're gonna go there
Everybody comes from miles around
We're gonna go there
And listen to the man play the boss guitar
Listen to the man play the boss guitar
Listen to the man play the boss guitar
Listen to the man play the boss guitar

Everybody listen to the guitar man

Don't go away, we'll be back, soon as we listen to the yakety sax

He plays every dance, from A to Z
We're gonna go there
The Stomp and the Waddle and the Watusi
We're gonna go there
And listen to the man play the boss guitar
Listen to the man play the boss guitar
Listen to the man play the boss guitar
Listen to the man play the boss guitar

Oh, play, listen
Oh, play, listen
Oh, play, listen
Oh, play, listen
Oh, play, listen
Oh, play, listen
Oh, play, listen ...

Borrowed Time
Composer(s): John Lennon
Performer(s): John Lennon



When I was younger, ah-ah
living confusion and deep despair
When I was younger, ah-ah
living illusion of freedom and power

When I was younger, ah-ah
full of ideals and broken dreams, my friend
When I was younger, ah-ah
everything simple but not so clear

Living on borrowed time
without a thought for tomorrow
Living on borrowed time
without a thought for tomorrow

Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba - mm - ba-ba-ba-ba

Now I am older, uh-huh
the more I see the less I know for sure
Now I am older, ah-ah
the future is brighter and now is the hour

Living on borrowed time
without a thought for tomorrow
Living on borrowed time
without a thought for tomorrow

Good to be older, uh-huh
would not exchange a single day or year
Good to be older, ah-ah, (mm, babe!)
Less complications, everything clear

Living on borrowed time
without a thought for tomorrow
Living on borrowed time
without a thought for tomorrow

"Oh yes, it all seemed so bloody easier then
You know, like what to wear, very serious like
you know, am I gonna get the little pimples? 
Does she really love me, all that crap
But now I don't bother about that shit no more
I know she loves me! 
All I gotta bother about is standing up"

Uh-doo-doo-doo-doo-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah...

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-uh
"alright, you can get out of that now"

Uh-uh-uh-uh

Borne On The Wind
Composer(s): Bill Dees; Roy Orbison
Performer(s): Roy Orbison



Borne on the wind 
Borne on the wind
Between the sunset and the dawn
so tenderly, your memory lingers with me, on and on

Borne on the wind 
Borne on the wind
You are still with me, it seems
A life to live, a love to give
and you will live in my dreams

You don't love me, but you love
for me to be, in love with you
You let me on, put me on, but when I tell you went on
Borne on the wind 
Borne on the wind

Now a song in my heart, a soft refrain, you will remain
You'll live again and again

Borne on the wind 
Borne on the wind
Borne on the wind

Born Under A Bad Sign 
Composer(s): William Bell; Booker T. Jones
Originally performed by: Albert King
Covered by various other artists



Born under a bad sign
I´ve been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn´t for bad luck
I wouldn´t have no luck at all

Born under a bad sign
I´ve been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn´t for bad luck
I wouldn´t have no luck at all
Wine and women is all I crave
Big fat woman 
Who is going to carry me to my grave

Born under a bad sign
I´ve been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn´t for bad luck
I wouldn´t have no luck at all

Born under a bad sign
I´ve been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn´t for bad luck
I wouldn´t have no luck at all

Born under a bad sign ...