Bo Diddley
Composer(s): Ellas McDaniel
Originally performed by: Bo Diddley
Covered by various other artists



Bo Diddley bought his baby a diamond ring
but that diamond ring don't shine
so he better take it to a private eye
if that private eye can't see
he better not take that ring from me

Bo Diddley bought him a nanny goat
to make his pretty baby a Sunday coat
Bo Diddley caught him a bear cat
to make his pretty baby a Sunday hat

Mojo, mojo and black cat bone
took Bo Diddley away from home
Mother ask mojo, where you been
up to Bo Diddley's house and back again
Bo Diddley, Bo Diddley, have you heard
my pretty baby said she wasn't 'fer' it

Leaving Nancy
Composer(s): Eric Bogle
Performer(s): Eric Bogle
and multiple other artists



In comes the train and the whole platform shakes
It stops with a shudder and a screaming of brakes
The parting has come and my weary soul aches
I'm leaving my Nancy-O

And you stand there so calmly, determinedly gay
You talk of the weather and events of the day
But your eyes tell me all that your tongue doesn't say 
Goodbye my Nancy-O

And come a little closer
Put your head upon my shoulder
And let me hold you one last time
Before the whistle blows

My suitcase is lifted and stowed on the train
A thousand regrets whirl around in my brain
The ache in my heart is a black sea of pain
I'm leaving my Nancy-O

But you stand there beside me so lovely to see
But the grip of your hand is an unspoken plea 
You're not fooling yourself and you're not fooling me
Goodbye my Nancy-O

And come a little closer
Put your head upon my shoulder
And let me hold you one last time
Before the whistle blows

But our time has run out and the whistle has blown
So here I must leave you standing alone
We had so little time and now the time's gone
Goodbye my Nancy-O

And as the train starts gently to roll
And as I lean out to wave and to call
I see the first tears trickle and fall
Goodbye my Nancy-O

And come a little closer
Put your head upon my shoulder
And let me hold you one last time
Before the whistle blows
And let me hold you one last time
Before the whistle blows

Leaving Louisiana In The Broad Daylight
Composer(s): Rodney Crowell - Donivan Cowart
Performer(s): Rodney Crowell
and multiple other artists



Mary took to running with
a travelin' man
Left her momma crying with
her head in her hands
Such a sad case, so
broken hearted
She say momma, I got to go,
I gotta get outta here
I gotta get out of town; I'm
tired of hanging around
I gotta roll on
between the ditches

It's just an ordinary story
'bout the way things go
Round and around nobody
knows, but the highway
Goes on forever, that 'ol
highway rolls on forever
Lord she never would've done
it if she hadn't got drunk

If she hadn't started
running with a travelin man

If she hadn't started
taking those crazy changes
She say daughter, let me tell
you 'bout the travelin kind
Everywhere he's goin' such
a very short time
He'll be long gone before
you know it, he'll be long
Gone before you
know it
She say never have I known
it when it felt so good
Never have I knew it when
I knew I could
Never have I done it when
it looked so right
Leaving Louisiana in the
broad daylight

This is down in the
swampland, anything goes
It's alligator bait and
the bars don't close
It's the real thing
down in Louisiana

Did you ever see a cajun
when he really got mad
When he really got trouble
like a daughter gone bad
It gets real hot down
in Louisiana

The stranger better move it
or he's gonna get killed
He's gonna have to get it
or a shotgun will
It ain't no time for
lengthy speeches
There ain't no time for
lengthy speeches
She say never have I know
it when it felt so good
Never have I knew it when
I knew I could
Never have I done it when
it looked so right
Leaving Louisiana in the
broad daylight
It's just an ordinary story
'bout the way things go
Round and around nobody knows, but
the highway goes on forever
There ain't no way to
stop the water

Leavin' In The Morning 
Composer(s): Barry Manilow - Marty Panzer
Performer(s): Barry Manilow



I tried to tell you there was trouble on the way
I lost the feeling that I once had
But when I held you there was nothing I could say
I couldn't bear to see you hurt so bad

So I'll be leaving in the morning
Wishing that I could stay
And though I'll miss you every morning it's the only way
So I'll be leaving in the morning
But how can I tell you why
I never gave you any warning
And now I don't know how to say goodbye

I tried to tell you there was something that I missed
Something I couldn't ever find with you
But I was blinded by your love each time we kissed
Afraid I'd never find a love so true

So I'll be leaving in the morning
But how can I tell you why
I never gave you any warning
And now I don't know how to say goodbye

I waited too long but now I see
It's no good for you
It's no good for me
You can't see it now
But one day you'll know
I just had to go

So I'll be leaving in the morning
Wishing that I could stay
And though I'll miss you every morning it's the only way
So I'll be leaving in the morning
But how can I tell you why
I never gave you any warning
And now I don't know how to say goodbye 

Leaving Here
Composer(s): Lamont Dozier - Brian Holland - Eddie Holland
First release by: Eddie Holland - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists



Hey, fellas, have you heard the news? Oh yeah...
The women of this town are being misused...oh yeah...
I've seen it all in my dreams last night...oh yeah...
Girls leaving this town 'cause we don't treat 'em right, yeah...oh yeah...

Well, I'll take a train...take a train...
Fly by plane...fly by plane...
They're getting tired...getting tired...
They're sick and tired...sick and tired...

All you fellas better change your ways...oh yeah...
They're leaving this town in a matter of days...oh yeah...
Girls are good, you better treat 'em true...oh yeah...
Seen fellas run around with someone new...oh yeah...

I'm getting tired...getting tired...
Sick and tired...sick and tired...
They're leaving here...leaving here...
Are leaving here...leaving here...

Are leaving here...yeah, yeah...
Leaving here...been a while...
Oh yeah... 
Oh yeah...
Oh yeah... 
Oh yeah...

The love of a woman is a wonderful thing...oh yeah...
The way that we treat 'em is a trying shame...oh yeah...
I'll tell you fellas, yeah, it won't be long...oh yeah...
Before these women, they all have gone...oh yeah...
They're getting tired...getting tired...
Sick and tired...sick and tired...
Yeah, take a train...take a train...
Fly by plane...fly by plane...

They're leaving here...yeah, yeah, yeah...
Leaving here...
Leaving, leaving...oh, leaving here, now...
Baby, baby, baby...please don't leave here...oh... 

Bluesette
Composer(s): Norman Gimbel; Jean 'Toots' Thielemans
Originally performed by: Toots Thielemans
Covered by various other artists



Poor little, sad little blue Bluesette
Dont you cry, don't you fret
You can bet one lucky day you'll waken
And your blues will be forsaken
Some lucky day lovely love will come your way

If there is love in your heart to share
Dear Bluesette don't despair
Some blue boy is waiting just like you
To find a someone to be true to
Two loving arms you can nestle in to stay

Get set, Bluesette
True love is coming
Your lonely heart soon will be humming

Pretty little Bluesette
Musn't be a mourner
Have you heard the news yet
Love's 'round the corner
Love wrapped in rainbows and tied with pink ribbons 
To make your your next springtime 
Your gold wedding ring time

Leavin' Cheyenne
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Ian Tyson



I ride an Old Paint
A leadin' old Dan
I'm goin' to Montana
For to throw the Hoolahan

They feed in the coolies
And they water in the trough
Their tails are all matted
And their backs are all wrong

Goodbye Old Paint
I'm leaving Cheyenne
Goodbye Old Paint
I'm a leaving Cheyenne

I'm leaving Cheyenne
I'm going to Montana
Goodbye Old Paint
I'm a leaving Cheyenne

Now old Bill Jones
Had two daughters and a son
The son went to Denver
And the daughter went wrong

His wife, she got killed
In a polo fight
But, still he keeps a singing
From morning till night

Goodbye Old Paint
I'm leaving Cheyenne
Goodbye Old Paint
I'm a leaving Cheyenne

I'm leaving Cheyenne
I'm going to Montana
Goodbye Old Paint
I'm a leaving Cheyenne

Now, when I die
Take my saddle from the wall
Put it on the pony
Lead him out of his stall

Tie my bones to his back
Head our faces toward the west
We'll ride the prairie
That we love the best

Ride her out Old Paint
I'm a leaving Cheyenne
And goodbye Old Paint
I'm leaving Cheyenne

I'm a leaving Cheyenne
I'm going to Montana
Goodbye Old Paint
I'm leaving Cheyenne

Goodbye Old Paint
I'm a leaving Cheyenne
Goodbye Old Paint
I'm a leaving Cheyenne

Blues, Why Do You Worry Me?
Composer(s): Charlie Musselwhite
Performer(s): Charlie Musselwhite



Blues, why you worry me
Why do you stay so long
You came to me yesterday
and you stayed the whole night long

I will listen to my people
My friends and nobody else
I will listen to my people
My friends and nobody else
I had to make mistakes in life
I had to learn it all for myself

I learn to smile at trouble
I won't let it get me down
I learn to smile at trouble
I won't let it get me down
I'll keep on keepin' on
'Till the last deal goes down

Blues, why you worry me
Why do you stay so long
Blues, why you worry me
Why do you stay so long
You came to me yesterday
and you stayed the whole night long

I will listen to my people
My friends and nobody else
I will listen to my people
My friends and nobody else
I had to make mistakes in life
I had to learn it all for myself

I learn to smile at trouble
I won't let it get me down
I learn to smile at trouble
I won't let it get me down
I'll keep on keepin' on
'Till the last deal goes down

Leavin' It All up to You
((Dutch Version: Ik Laat 'T Nu Verder Aan Jou (by Willy Sommers, Lisa Del Bo, Luc Steeno - 2003))
Composer(s): Dewey Terry - Don Harris
First release by: Don & Dewey - 1957
Covered by multiple other artists



I'm leavin' it all up to you-ooh-ooh
You decide what you're gonna do
Now do you want my lo-o-ove?
Or are we through?

That's why I'm leaving it up to you-ooh-ooh
You decide what you're gonna do
Now do you want my lo-o-ove?
Or are we through?

My heart in my hand
I-I don't understand
Baby, what, what have I done wrong?
I worship, I worship the ground that you walk on

That's why I'm leavin' it up to you-ooh-ooh
You decide what you're gonna do
Now do you want my lo-o-ove?
Or are we through?

Blues With A Feeling
Composer(s): Little Walter
Originally performed by: Little Walter



Blues with a feelin', that's what I have today
Blues with a feelin', that's what I have today
I'm gonna find my baby, if it takes all night and day

What a lonesome feelin', when your by yourself
What a lonesome feelin', when your by yourself
When the one that you're lovin', have gone away livin'

Girl you know I love you baby, I wanted the reason why
You only left me baby, then you left me here to cry
Blues with a feelin', that's what I have today
I'm gonna find my baby, if it takes all night and day

Leavin'
Composer(s): Gregg Allman
Performer(s): The Allman Brothers Band



Mama stood cryin' at the back door
Papa's lacin' on his leavin' shoes
Little Joe's blowin' on the horn outdoors
I've seen enough, I can't take no more
And I'm leavin'

Might go to Philadelphia, PA
Might wind up in Boston, I just can't say
Got my axe in one hand
Got my Greyhound ticket in the other hand
And I'm leavin'

I tell you I'm leavin'
Gonna play my blues
Yes I'm leavin'
Got nothing to lose
Well, I'm dying to get the hell out of here
Right Away

Mama stood cryin' at the back door
Papa's lacin' on his leavin' shoes
Little Joe's blowin' on the horn outdoors
I've seen enough, I can't take no more
And I'm leavin'

I said I'm leavin'
Gonna play my guitar
I'm leavin'
Don't care if I'm a big star
I'm leavin' this old ghetto
Right away, right away 

Blues Stay Away From Me
Composer(s): Alton Delmore; Rabon Delmore;
Henry Glover; Wayne Raney
Originally performed by: The Delmore Brothers
Covered by various other artists



Blues, stay away from me
Blues, why don't you let me be? 
Don't know why you keep on haunting me

Love was never meant for me
True love was never meant for me
Seems somehow we never did agree 

Tears, so many I can't see
Years don't mean a thing to me
Time goes by and still I can't be free

Leave The Purty Girls Alone (aka Leave The Pretty Girls Alone)
Composer(s): Carson Robison
Performer(s): Carson Robison
and multiple other artists



Met a little gal in London
Pretty hair and eyes of blue
Listen while I tell my story
Show you what a gal will do
She told me go and spend my money
To buy a purty di'mond stone
I put it on her hand on Sunday
And Monday morning she was gone

Then I met a gal in Memphis
Thought she was on the square
Don't know where she went from Memphis
But anyhow I paid the fare
I thought she was a shy young maiden
Because her cheeks were always red
But when I went to find my bank-roll
I found that I was shy instead

Then I met a Spanish maiden
And Oh! I thought she loved me so
She didn't speak the English language
The only word she said was "dough"
I can't forget that senorita
A playin' on her castinets
She nearly put me in the poor-house
I wore my socks till they were spats

Then I went to Honolulu
Just to see what I could see
Saw the Hula girls a-shakin'
On the beach at Waikiki
I never can foget them maidens
Gee! but they were nice and brown
I learned a lot about their shakin'
When they went and shook me down

There I thought I learned my lesson
Thought the gals and I were through
Till I met a red-head mama
Who said she'd always love me true
Said she didn't want my money
But she got it just the same
'Cause I took her to the preacher
Got myself a ball and chain

I used to be a carefree trav'ler
Used to be a regular sheik
Now I have to take my pay check
And turn it over ev'ry week
Oh! don't forget the things I tell you
A woman's heart is made of stone
But listen to my warnin'
Leave the purty girls alone

Blues Run The Game
Composer(s): Jackson C. Frank
Performer(s): Simon & Garfunkel
and various other artists



Catch a boat to England, baby
Maybe to Spain
Wherever I have gone
Wherever I’ve been and gone
Wherever I have gone
The blues run the game

Send out for whiskey, baby
Send out for gin
Me and room service, honey
Me and room service, babe
Me and room service, whoa
Living life a sin

When I ain’t drinking, baby
You are on my mind
When I ain’t sleeping, honey
When I ain’t sleeping, momma
When I ain’t sleeping, whoa
You know you’ll find me crying

Catch a boat to England, baby
Maybe to Spain
Wherever I have gone,
Wherever I’ve been and gone
Wherever I have gone
The blues run the game

Living is a gamble, baby
Loving’s much the same
Wherever I have played
Wherever I throw those dice
Wherever I have played
The blues run the game

Maybe when I’m older, baby
Someplace down the line
I’ll wake up older
So much older, momma
Wake up older
And I’ll just stop all my trying

Catch a boat to England, baby
Maybe to Spain
Wherever I have gone
Wherever I’ve been and gone
Wherever I have gone
The blues are all the same

Leave The Dishes In The Sink, Ma
Composer(s): Milton Berle - Gene Doyle - Spike Jones
Performer(s): Spike Jones & his City Slickers



Pa started in 'a running
When he heard the whistle blow
The Postman brought a letter
And airmail from our Joe

It said "I've come back safely
From across the ocean blue"
Then Pa took off Ma's apron
And he hollered out "Yahoo!"

Oh leave the dishes in the sink, Ma
Leave the dishes in the sink
Each dirty plate will have to wait
Tonight we're going to celebrate
Leave the dishes in the sink

Pa started in 'a jigging
And he cried, "Pa shake a leg!
I'm going down the cellar
'Cause there's cider in the keg

The baloney's in the icebox
There's cheese and pickles, too
We'll call in all the neighbors
'Cause tonight's our night 
Yahoo!"

Oh leave the dishes in the sink, Ma
Leave the dishes in the sink
Each dirty plate will have to wait
Tonight we're going to celebrate
Leave the dishes in the sink

Sy began 'a fiddling
And the dancing was begun
Then Grandpa took his coat off
And yelled, "Partner's everyone!"

So each one picked a partner
And they counted out, "One, two"
And Ma she twirled so pretty
They all hollered, "Yahoo!"

Oh leave the dishes in the sink, Ma
Leave the dishes in the sink
Each dirty plate will have to wait
Tonight we're going to celebrate
Leave the dishes in the sink

And while they all were dancing
The door flew open wide
And everybody stopped
As Sergeant Joey stepped inside

He shouted out, "Attention!"
And everybody knew
To bother with the dishes
Was not the thing to do

Leave the dishes in the sink, Ma
Leave the dishes in the sink
Each dirty plate will have to wait
Tonight we're going to celebrate
Leave the dishes in the sink

Blues Power
Composer(s): Eric Clapton; Leon Russell
Performer(s): Eric Clapton
and various other artists



Bet you didn't think I knew how to rock 'n' roll
Oh, I got the boogie-woogie right down in my very soul
There ain't no need for me to be a wallflower
'Cause now I'm living on blues power

I knew all the time but now I'm gonna let you know
I'm gonna keep on rocking, no matter if it's fast or slow
Ain't gonna stop until the twenty-fifth hour
'Cause now I'm living on blues power

Bet you didn't think I knew how to rock 'n' roll
Oh, I got the boogie-woogie right down in my very soul
There ain't no need for me to be a wallflower
'Cause now I'm living on blues power

Talking to you, now
The boogie's gonna pull me through
Keep on, keep on, keep on keeping on
Keep on keeping on, keep on keeping on

Leave My Woman Alone
Composer(s): Ray Charles
First recording/First release by: The Everly Brothers - 1957/Ray Charles - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists



If you don't want you 
Don't have to get into trouble 
If you don't want you 
Don't have to get into trouble 
If you don't want you 
Don't have to get into trouble 
You just Leave My Woman Alone 

I know you are playful 
And you've got a ´57 coupe
But if I ever see my little girl 
In your new car 
I'm-a gonna do-oo some work on you-oo 
Well

If you don't want you 
Don't have to get into trouble 
If you don't want you 
Don't have to get into trouble 
If you don't want you 
Don't have to get into trouble 
You just Leave My Woman Alone 

I know your daddy's got money And you're from the 
best part of town, But if I ever see you touching 
My little girl I'm a-gonna Tear your fa-ah-ther do-ow-wn 
Well

If you don't want you 
Don't have to get into trouble 
If you don't want you 
Don't have to get into trouble 
If you don't want you 
Don't have to get into trouble 
You just Leave My Woman Alone 

Blues My Naughty Sweetie Gave To Me
Composer(s): Charles R. McCarron; Russ Morgan; Arthur Swanstrom
Performer(s): Bing Crosby
and various other artists



Well there are blues that you get from worryin’
There are blues that you get from pain
There are blues when you’re lonely
For your one and only
Blues you never can explain
Oh, blues, blues, blues that you get from longing
But the bluest blues that be
Are the sort of blues that’s on my mind
They’re the very meanest kind
Blues my naughty sweetie gave to me

Blues that you get from longing
Longing to hold someone on your knee
But the kind of blues that always stab
On some hirin’ taxi cab
Blues my naughty sweetie gave to me
Blues my naughty sweetie gave to me

Leave My Kitten Alone
Composer(s): Jay McDougal - Titus Turner - Little Willie John
First release by: Little Willie John - 1959
Covered by multiple other artists



You better leave my kitten all alone
You better leave my kitten all alone
But I told you big fat bulldog
you better leave her alone

You better leave my kitten all alone
you better leave my kitten all alone
This dog is gonna get you 
If you don't leave her alone 
Well Mr. Dog I'm gonna hit you 
on the top of your head
That child is gonna miss you
you gonna wish that you were dead 
If you don't leave my kitten all alone 
Well I told you big fat bulldog
you better leave her alone 
Well Mr. Dog I'm gonna hit you 
on the top of your head
That girl is gonna miss you
you gonna wish that you were dead
If you don't leave my kitten all alone, oh yeah
Well I told you, big fat bulldog
you better leave her alone 
Hey, hey you better leave, you better leave
you better leave, yeah you better leave
you better leave, oh you got to leave...

Blues In The Night
Composer(s): Johnny Mercer; Harold Arlen
Performer(s): Woody Herman
and various other artists



My mama done tol' me
When I was in knee pants
My mama done tol' me, Son!
A woman'll sweet talk
And give ya the big eye
But when the sweet talkin's done
A woman's a two face
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave ya t'sing
The blues in the night

Now the rain's a-fallin'
Hear the train a-callin'
Whoo-ee (my mama done tol' me)
Hear that lonesome whistle
Blowin' `cross the trestle
Whoo-ee (my mama done tol' me)
A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, ol' clickety clack's
A-echoin' back the blues in the night

The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin'
And the moon'll hide its light
When you get the blues in the night

Take my word, the mockin' bird'll
Sing the saddest kind o' song
He knows things are wrong and he's right

From Natchez to Mobile
From Memphis to St. Jo
Wherever the four winds blow
I been in some big towns
An' heard me some big talk
But there is one thing I know
A woman's a two face
A worrysome thing
Who'll leave ya t'sing the blues in the night

My mama was right
There's blues in the night