Blue Angel
Composer(s): Roy Orbison; Joe Melson
Originally performed by: Roy Orbison



(Sha, la, la, dooby, wah, dum, dum, dum, yeh, yeh, um)
(Sha, la, la, dooby, wah, dum, dum, dum, yeh, yeh, um)

Oh blue angel, don't you cry just because he said goodbye
Oh, ahh ahh ahh no-oo don't cry

Oh blue angel, have no fear brush away lonely teardrops 
Hey hey, whoa whoa, oo (yeh yeh, dum wah wah wah wah)

Well, love's precious flame can just burn in vain
But you're not to blame
You thought love was a game, oh such a shame

But don't you cry, don't sigh
I'll tell you why, I'll never say goodbye--blue angel 
(sha la la, dooby wah, dum dum dum, yeh yeh, um wah wah wah wah)

We'll have loving so fine, magic moments divine
If you'll just say you're mine I'll love you till the end of time

Don't you worry your pretty head
I'll never let you down
I'll always be around, blue angel 

(sha la la, dooby wah, dum dum dum, yeh yeh, um)
Blue an-an-gel (sha la la)

Blue
Composer(s): Noel Paul Stookey; Peter Yarrow
Performer(s): Peter, Paul and Mary



Peter:
"We'd like to sing a children's song for you now, that's unique 
It's the only children's song that we've ever encountered 
that contains all three of the basic elements of every single children's song 
The first element is simplicity, so that the child can understand the song 
The second element is pathos 
to prepare the child for later traumatic experiences ... (laughter) 
And the third element is repetition
to give the child a false sense of security" (laughter)


I had a dog and his name was
Blue
I had a dog and his name was
Blue
I had a dog and his name was
Blue
I betcha five dollars he's a good dog, too
Singin' "here, ol' Blue, you're a good dog, you!"

Ol' Blue come when I blow my horn
Ol' Blue come when I blow my horn
A' Blue come a' runnin' through the yella' corn
A' Blue come a' runnin' when I blow my horn
Singin' "here, ol' Blue, you're a good dog, you!"

Peter:
"What if this song were to be changed? (laughter)
Modified by an unscrupulous modifier of folks songs 
whose business it is to make this type of song palatable for the teenage 
delinquent, "mother-my-dog" instinct 
And then it would be a rock and roll song" 

Paul:
"Oh, nasty, unscrupulous modifier!!!" (laughter)

Peter:
"Now it would sound something...like this"

Hup two three four five six hey!
Well I got a dog and 'is name is Blue
I betcha five dollars he's a good dog, too
Oh, Oh, oooo, yow!
Bow wow bow wow bow wow, ooooo

"Well Blue...
Why did you leave me sweetheart?
Blue ... you promised to write and I ... I sit I sit ...
I sit alone at night now
Sifting sand through my fingers
(looking for some trace of you)

Come back Blue, I, I, I
I want you I, I, I
I need you ....
And I'm Going To Have You!!!

Here, Blue!!!

Blue
Composer(s): Joni Mitchell
Performer(s): Joni Mitchell



Blue, songs are like tattoos
You know I've been to sea betore
Crown and anchor me
Or let me sail away
Hey Blue, here is a song for you
Ink on a pin
Underneath the skin
An empty space to fill in
Well there're so many sinking now
You've got to keep thinking
You can make it thru these waves
Acid, booze, and ass
Needles, guns, and grass
Lots of laughs, lots of laughs
Everybody's saying that hell's the hippest way to go
Well I don't think so
But I'm gonna take a look around it though
Blue, I love you

Blue, here is a shell for you
Inside you'll hear a sigh
A foggy lullaby
There is your song from me

Blown Away
Performer(s): Jeff Lynne



So let it rain
Or let the sun shine down on me
I feel no pain
Now that your here it's all the same

You are the one
I should have known
I'm blown away
Like a boat out on the ocean

Time rages on
And all I do is watch the way
Because of you
Nothing will ever be the same

You are the one
I should have known
I'm blown away
Like a boat out on the ocean

Blown away
Like a storm in the night

Blown away

You are the one
I should have known
Blown away
Like a boat out on the ocean

Blown away
Like a storm in the night
I'm blown away

Colorado Kool-Aid
Composer(s): Phil Thomas
Performer(s): Johnny Paycheck;
Eugene Chadbourne; Red Sovine



Well, I was sittin' in this beer joint down in Houston, Texas
Was drinkin' Colorado Kool-Aid and talkin' to some Mexicans
An' we was ...... what's that you say?
What's Colorado Kool-Aid?

Well, it's a can of Coors brewed from a mountain stream
It'll set your head on fire an' make your kidneys scream
Oh, it sure is fine
Yeah, we was havin' ourselves one of them real good times

But you know every beer joint that you've ever been in
Some big, mean drunk who just ain't got no friend
Sure enough, he wants to fight
Yeah, he's gonna whip everything in sight

Well, he took him a big swallow of beer
And he spit in my Mexican friends ear
And, sure enough, that made my buddy real mad
That's somethin' like he ain't never had

Well, sir, he pulled out a big, long switch blade knife
Quick as a whistle he began to slice
An, that big mean drunk stood back, his face full of tears
Lookin' down at the floor, an' one of his ears

Ha, he cut that thing off, even with the sideburns
You might say the little Mexican fella, he just didn't give a durn
But he was a gentleman about it, an' bent over and with a half way grin
Picked it up and handed it back to him

He said: "Now big man, you get the urge to spit a little beer
"Just open up your hand there, and spit it in your own ear
"Won't be no trouble that way", that's what I heard him say
And I said: "Barmaid, set us up a round of that Colorado Kool-Aid
An while you're up their, bring this big fella, here, a box of Band aids"

Now let me tell you, if you're ever ridin' down in south of Texas
Decide to stop an' drink some Colorado Kool-Aid
An' maybe talk to some Mexicans
An' you get the urge to get a little tough
Better make damn sure you got your knife proof ear-muff

Hey, ain't that right big man?
I said ain't that right big man?
Ah, hell he can't hear
Not on this side anyway, he ain't got no ear

Hey barmaid, bring us all a big, tall glass of that Colorado Kool-Aid
How about it?

How you doin', big man? 
Still got your ear there in your hand?

Blown
Composer(s): Randy Bachman; Tim Bachman
Performer(s): Bachman-Turner Overdrive



I used to smoke my brains out
Fly thru the sky
I used to freak out
Didn't wonder why
I heard the Stones a rollin'
And I'd roll too
I didn't care what I was doin'
As long as I was with you

I was blown (woo woo)
And that's what you are now
I was blown (woo woo)
Didn't care why or how
I was blown (woo woo)
Ran and jumped and screamed
I was blo-o-own
Right inside a dream

I used to tell my story
Right out loud
I sure was in my glory
I sure was proud
But then one day I fell down
I couldn't get up
People crowdin' all around
That was when they locked me up

I was blown (woo woo)
And that's what you are now
I was blown (woo woo)
Didn't care why or how
I was blown (woo woo)
Ran and jumped and screamed
I was blo-o-own
Right inside, Right inside
Right inside a dream
(Repeat again)

I was blown (woo woo)
I was blown (woo woo)
I was blown blown blown (woo woo)

(Variously repeated till the end)

Blowing Wild 
Composer(s): Paul Francis Webster; Dimitri Tiomkin
Performer(s): Frankie Laine
and various other artists



Marina mine, set me free
Free from black gold
Our love never can be
Once we lived in a shack
Drilled for oil, precious black gold
And this girl loved me back
Loved me more, more than black gold
I was caught in her web
Just like the spider captures the fly
And I knew, what is more
I must leave, leave her or die
Marina mine, set me free
Free from black gold
Blowing wild, blowing wild

Blowing Away
Composer(s): Laura Nyro
Performer(s): The 5th Dimension



You ole fire, I'm mad with desire 
You're my favorite one
You got me cooking with the fever, got me running for the sun
Uh-huh, running for the sun, I feel so high 
I feel like I may go blowing away, blow, blow, blowing

My well meaner, my day fancy dreamer, oh, what can it be? 
Well, it's something like a power, like a hold, and it's holding me
Uh-huh, and it's holding me. I feel so high, I feel like I may go 
blowing away, blow, blow, blowing away. Blow, blow, blowing

My long laster, my soft-hearted master ain't been born and bred
But he's standing in my doorway in my mind, up above my, up above, up above my head
Up above my head, up above my head, I feel so high 
I feel like I may go blowing away, blowing away, blowing away, blowing away, blowing away…

Blowin' Down This Road
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie; Lee Hays
Performer(s): Woody Guthrie



I'm blowin' down this old dusty road
I'm a-blowin' down this old dusty road
I'm a-blowin' down this old dusty road, Lord, Lord
An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way

I'm a-goin' where the water taste like wine
I'm a-goin' where the water taste like wine
I'm a-goin' where the water taste like wine, Lord
An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way

I'm a-goin' where the dust storms never blow
I'm a-goin' where them dust storms never blow
I'm a-goin' where them dust storms never blow, blow, blow
An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way

They say I'm a dust bowl refugee
Yes, they say I'm a dust bowl refugee
They say I'm a dust bowl refugee, Lord, Lord
An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way

I'm a-lookin' for a job at honest pay
I'm a-lookin' for a job at honest pay
I'm a-lookin' for a job at honest pay, Lord, Lord
An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way

My children need three square meals a day
Now, my children need three square meals a day
My children need three square meals a day, Lord
An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way

It takes a ten-dollar shoe to fit my feet
It takes a ten-dollar shoe to fit my feet
It takes a ten-dollar shoe to fit my feet, Lord, Lord
An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way

Your a-two-dollar shoe hurts my feet
Your two-dollar shoe hurts my feet
Yes, your two-dollar shoe hurts my feet, Lord, Lord
An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way

I'm a-goin' down this old dusty road
I'm blowin' down this old dusty road
I'm a-blowin' down this old dusty road, Lord, Lord
An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way

Blow Wind Blow
Composer(s): McKinley Morganfield; Paul Butterfield
Originally performed by: Muddy Waters
Covered by various other artists



Yeah when the sun rose this mornin'
I didn´t have my baby by my side
Well when the sun rose this mornin'
I didn´t have my woman by my side
Well I didn´t know where she was
She's out with another guy

And don't the sun look lonesome
She headed down the highway
Ya know the sun looks so lonesome
Settin' down behind the trees
Well don't the heart look lonesome
When your baby find someone else

Well blow wind, blow wind
Blow my baby back to me
Yeah, blow wind, blow wind
Blow my baby back to me
Well you know if I don't soon find my pine top
My heart's gonna be in misery

Well goodbye bab-ay
I ain't got no more to say
Yeah, goodbye, goodbye
I ain't got no more to say
Well you know, I know you don't love me
Go ahead and have your way

Blow The Man Down
(Traditional)
Performer(s): The Almanac Singers
and various other artists



Come all ye young fellows that follow the sea
to my way hay, blow the man down
And pray pay attention and listen to me
Give me some time to blow the man down

I'm a deep water sailor just in from Hong Kong
to my way hay, blow the man down
if you'll give me some grog, I'll sing you a song
Give me some time to blow the man down

'Twas on a Black Baller I first served my time
to my way hay, blow the man down
And on that Black Baller I wasted my prime
Give me some time to blow the man down

'Tis when a Black Baller's preparing for sea
to my way hay, blow the man down
You'd split your sides laughing at the sites that you see
Give me some time to blow the man down

With the tinkers and tailors and soljers and all
to my way hay, blow the man down
That ship for prime seaman on board a Black Ball
Give me some time to blow the man down

'Tis when a Black Baller is clear of the land
to my way hay, blow the man down
Our Boatswain then gives us the word of command
Give me some time to blow the man down

"Lay aft," is the cry, "to the break of the Poop!
to my way hay, blow the man down
Or I'll help you along with the toe of my boot!"
Give me some time to blow the man down

'Tis larboard and starboard on the deck you will sprawl
to my way hay, blow the man down
For "Kicking Jack" Williams commands the Black Ball
Give me some time to blow the man down

Pay attention to order, now you one and all
to my way hay, blow the man down
For right there above you flies the Black Ball
Give me some time to blow the man down

Blow Out The Stars, Turn Off The Moon
Composer(s): Bobby Braddock
Performer(s): The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band



Here on the hilltop where we fell in love
Many moons later, now we're giving up
I start the engine, you start to cry
It's a beautiful memory but a sad sad goodbye

How many times have we wished on a star
Wrapped up in a quilt on the hood of my car
We saw Halley's comet in lunar eclipse
And I sure saw heaven when I tasted your lips

So blow out the stars, turn off the moon
Fade out the crickets and the nightingale's tune
Take down the magnolias that ride the soft wind

Another love story has come to an end

When our love was new as the first evening star

We both said I'll worship you just as you are
Then I tried to change you, girl, and I don't know why
You tried to change me, hey we might as well try

To blow out the stars, turn off the moon
Fade out the crickets and the nightingale's tune
Take down the magnolias that ride the soft wind

Another love story has come to an end

Take down the magnolias that ride the soft wind

Another love story has come to an end

Blow By Blow
Composer(s): Dave Mason; John Cesario; Mark Holden
Performer(s): Fleetwood Mac



It's always something
Or it ain't nothing at all
It's feast or famine
Too hot or out in the cold
So here we stand
Alone together
Our backs against the wall
If my heart wasn't in it
I wouldn't be here at all

Blow by blow
Well it's blow by blow
And here we go again
(Here we go again)
Well it's blow by blow

Coming off the ropes
And fighting for the hope in us all
Are you in my corner
Or playing both sides of the wall
So make a stand
It's now or never
Cause life is much too short
And if your heart isn't in it
You shouldn't be here at all

Blow by blow
Well it's blow by blow
And here we go again
(Here we go again)
Well it's blow by blow

Blow by blow
Well it's blow by blow
I'm back on my feet again
(I'm back on my feet again)
Well it's blow by blow

I can almost see through the tears
And I've got my pride
The dreams that I've hidden for years
Just won't be denied

So here we stand
Alone together
Our backs against the wall
If my heart wasn't in it
I wouldn't be here at all

Blow by blow
Well it's blow by blow
And here we go again
(Here we go again)
Well it's blow by blow

Blow by blow
Well it's blow by blow
I'm back on my feet again
(I'm back on my feet again)
Well it's blow by blow

Blow Away
Composer(s): George Harrison
Performer(s): George Harrison



Day turned black, sky ripped apart
Rained for a year 'til it dampened my heart
Cracks and leaks
The floorboards caught rot
About to go down
I had almost forgot

All I got to do is to love you
All I got to be is, be happy
All it's got to take is some warmth to make it
Blow Away, Blow Away, Blow Away

Sky cleared up, day turned to bright
Closing both eyes now the head filled with light
Hard to remember what a state I was in
Instant amnesia
Yang to the Yin

All I got to do is to love you
All I got to be is, be happy
All it's got to take is some warmth to make it
Blow Away, Blow Away, Blow Away

Wind blew in, cloud was dispersed
Rainbows appearing, the pressures were burst
Breezes a-singing, now feeling good
The moment had passed
Like I knew that it should

All I got to do is to love you
All I got to be is, be happy
All it's got to take is some warmth to make it
Blow Away, Blow Away, Blow Away

Blossom Friend
Performer(s): Nick Drake



Black days of winter all were through
The blossoms came and they brought you
Clouds left the sky
And I knew the reason why
They made way for you and the blossom

The seasons cycle turned again
An april shower now and then
Trees came alive
And the bees left their hive
They came out to see you and the blossom

People were laughing, smiling with the sun
They knew that summer had begun

The nights grew warm, the days grew long
Spring turned to summer and was gone
It seemed so fine
All the cider and the wine
But I knew you'd go with the blossom

When spring returns I'll look again
To find another blossom friend
Until I do
Find something new
I'll just think of you and the blossom

Blossom
Composer(s): James Taylor
Performer(s): James Taylor



Blossom, smile some sunshine down my way
Lately, I've been lonesome
Blossom, it's been much too long a day
Seems my dreams have frozen
Melt my cares away

Send the sunshine down my way whenever you call my name
I know what you mean to say to me, girl, it's all the same

Blossom, there's any empty road behind
Sit you down beside me
Blossom, there's a sweet dream on my mind
There's a song inside me
Take these chains away

Now, send the sunshine down my way whenever you call my name
I know what you mean to say to me, girl, it's all the same

Blossom, smile some sunshine down my way
Lately, I've been lonesome
Blossom, it's been much too long a day
Seems my dreams have frozen
Melt my cares away

Bloop Bleep
Composer(s): Frank Loesser
Performer(s): Danny Kaye
and various other artists



Bloop, bleep, bloop, bleep, bloop, bleep
The faucet keeps a-drippin’ and I can’t sleep
Bleep, bloop, bleep, bloop, bloopbloop, bleep
I guess I never should’ve ordered clam soup

Bloop, bleep, bloopbloop, bleepbleep, bl.bl.bl, bl.bl.bl
I wonder where to go to buy a car cheap
(Warbling) Blblblblblbl 
(Warbling) Blblblblblbl
(Warbling) Blblblblblbl
(Warbling) Blblblblblbl
(Warbling) Blblblblblbl
(Warbling) Blblblblblbl
What is it with the babe next door?

What is it she does to me?
What mad kinda thrill do I find?
Looking at her walking, just walking by
Don’t know I’m alive but she’s driving me out of my..
Bleeoo, bleep, bloop, bleeep, bl.bl.bl.bl, bl.bl.bl.bl 
The faucet keeps a-drippin’ and I just can’t sleep

Bloop, bleep, bloop, bleep, bloop, bleep
I better call the plumber ‘cause I just can’t
Sloop, er blee, sleebleep, blooblee er sleeboo, bl.bl, blooslee, sleebloo…er
Sleeeeeeeeeeeep!

Bloody Well Right
Composer(s): Rick Davies; Roger Hodgson
Performer(s): Supertramp



So you think your schooling's phoney 
I guess it's hard not to agree 
You say it all depends on money 
And who is in your family tree 
Right, you're bloody well right 
you know you got a right to say 
Right, you're bloody well right 
you know you got a right to say 
Ha-ha you're bloody well right 
you know you're right to say 
Yeah-yeah you're bloody well right 
you know you're right to say 
Me, I don't care anyway! 
Write your problems down in detail 
Take them to a higher place 
You've had your cry - no, I should say wail 
In the meantime hush your face 
Right, quite right, you're bloody well right...

Bloody Luxury
Composer(s): Coverdale
Performer(s): Whitesnake



Now when I first met you
I was rolling along
Just a bar room crooner
Singing heartbreak songs
An' I supposed I could never get next to you
But, you seemed quite happy with my company
You kept my body heat steady at 103
With your mouth full of gimme
An' your body full of much obliged

It's bloody luxury
What you mean to me
Bloody luxury
What you do to me
It's bloody luxury
What you mean to me
'Cos no matter what you do to me
It's bloody luxury
Bloody luxury...

You're a five star woman
An' you know what to give
To fill a part time loser
Full of reasons to live
But, there's no doubt about it
I'm taking a chance on you
Becos' you get my heart beating heavy
Make my knees go weak
You get me so damn nervous
I can hardly speak
But, nothing's gonna stop me
Hanging on my good luck charm

It's bloody luxury
What you mean to me
Bloody luxury
What you do to me
It's bloody luxury
What you mean to me
'Cos no matter what you do to me
It's bloody luxury
Bloody luxury...

It's bloody luxury
What you mean to me
Bloody luxury
Honey what you do to me
It's bloody luxury
What you mean to me
'Cos no matter what you do to me
It's bloody luxury

Bloody luxury
What you mean to me
Bloody luxury
Honey what you do to me
It's bloody luxury
What you mean to me
'Cos no matter what you do to me
No matter what you do to me
No matter what you do to me
It's bloody luxury
Bloody luxury

Bloody luxury...

Dasher With The Light Upon His Tail
Composer(s): Warner McPherson
Performer(s): Kitty Wells



Did you ever wonder how Santa gets his light to
see 
When the moon is in the shadow or hidden behind a tree 
Now we all heard of Rudolph how his nose lights up the trail 
But I bet you never heard of dasher with the light upon his tail 
Oh dash away, dash away, dash away, dash away over hill and dale 

Stranger laughs so merrily at dasher with the light upon his tail 
Ridin' on the rooftop down the chimney 
Everywhere old Santa goes he gives him light to see 
Dasher has a job to do before they hit each trail 
Following old Santa with the light upon his tail 
(Oh dash away, dash away, dash away, dash away) over hill and dale 
Stranger laughs so merrily at dasher with the light upon his tail
Ridin' on the rooftop...