Posts Tagged ‘BOBBY GOLDSBORO’
Voo doo womanbobby goldsboroyou make a rose afraid to grow.you make a wind forget to blow.you make the sun up in the sky forget to shine,and you are driving me out of my mind, now.you make a bell forget to ring.you make a bird forget to sing.you make a weeping willow tree forget to cry,and you bring clouds that cover up the sky now.you’re a voodoo woman, that’s plain to see.you’re a voodoo woman, so stay away from me.you make a dog forget to growl.you make the wind forget to howl.and voodoo woman you break every heart you see,so voodoo woman stay away from me now.you’re a voodoo woman, that’s plain to see,you’re a voodoo woman, so stay away from me.you make a dog forget to growl.you make the wind forget to howl.and voodoo woman you break every heart you see,so voodoo woman stay away from me.transcribed by: jody farmer
Pubiead*. 05.11.11 таgs: Etiquetas: BOBBY GOLDSBORO Autar djLA
The straight lifebobby goldsborosometimes i imagine myself as a drifter,seeker of fortunes, connoisseur of great wines. dashing through meadows of yellow and green,trying to catch the impossible dream,leavin’ the straight life behind.sometimes my thoughts may find me in mexico,drinkin’ tequila goin’ out of my mind.havin’ a ball on a couple ‘a bob,treatin’ the ladies to corn on the cob,leavin’ the straight life behind.suddenly all my silly thoughts disappear,she comes to me softly with crackers and beer,winkin’ and blinkin’ and blowin’ in my ear,runnin’ away with my mind.it’s great to be in love, i’m not really thinkin’ ofleavin’ the straight life behindi’m just playin’ a game in my mind.doo do do do do do do do doonce in a while in my mind i go bummin’,goin’ to nowhere, with no worry of timerunnin’ along chasin’ after a train,hummin’ a song in the sun and the rain,leavin’ the straight life behind.i can just see me on a tropical island,ridin’ the surf and drinkin’ coconut wine.havin’ me fun with golden girls in the sand,chasin’ the sun through an innocent land,leavin’ the straight life behind.suddenly all my silly thoughts disappear,she comes to me softly with crackers and beer,winkin’ and blinkin’ and blowin’ in my ear,runnin’ away with my mind.it’s great to be in love, i’m not really thinkin’ ofleavin’ the straight life behind,i’m just playin’ a game in my mind.do doo do do do do doo do dotranscribed by: jody farmer
Little thingsartist: bobby goldsboro (peak billboard position # 13 in 1965)words and music by bobby goldsborolittle things that you do make me glad i’m in love with youlittle things that you say make me glad that i feel this waythe way you smile, the way you hold my handand when i’m down you always understandyou know i love thoselittle things in my ear that you say when there’s no one nearlittle things that you do let me know that your love is truewhen we walk, you like to hold my handand when we talk you tell me i’m your manyou know i love thoselittle things that i hear, the little things you whisper in my eari know there ain’t nobody else like youno one could do the little things you do-oolittle things that you do make me glad i’m in love with youlittle things that you say make me glad that i feel this waywhen we walk, you like to hold my handand when we talk you tell me i’m your manyou know i love thoselittle things that i hear, the little things you whisper in my eari know there ain’t nobody else like youno one could do the little things you do-oo<instrumental to end>transcribed by ronald e. [email protected]
Whenever he holds youbobby goldsborotake your little hearttear it all apartmake the teardrops fall >from your eyesand you’ll know how i feel when he holds youwhenever he holds you.pretend no one loves youmake believe you’re blueand if you get an empty feeling deep insidethen you’ll know how i feel when he holds youwhenever he holds you.my friends say forget youi know i should trybut whenever he holds you, i feel i could die.but if you ever findthat i’m still on your mindmaybe you’ll come back to my arms.till then i’ll crywhen he holds youwhenever he holds youtranscribed by: jody farmer
Watching scotty growbobby goldsboro there he sits with a pen and a yellow pad,what a handsome lad, that’s my boy,brlfq spells mom and dad,but that ain’t too bad, that’s my boy.you can have your tv and you nightclubs,and you can have your drive in picture show,i’ll stay here with my little man near, we’ll listen to the radio, biding my time and watching scotty grow.making a castle out of building blocks,and a cardboard box, that’s my boy,mickey mouse says it’s thirteen o’clock,well that’s quite a shock! that’s my boy.in four short years i’ve gone from rags to riches,and what i did before that i don’t know,so let it rain on my windowpane, i got my own rainbow,and we’re sitting here shining watching scotty grow.riding on daddy’s shoudlers off to bed,old sleepy head, that’s my boy,got to have a drink of water and a story read,a teddy bear named fred, that’s my boy.what’s that you say momma come on and keep you feet warm,well save me a place i’ll be there in a minute or so,i’ll think i’ll stay right here and say a little prayer before i go,me and god watching scotty grow.me and god watching scotty grow,
Honey-artist: bobby goldsboro-the # 16 song of the 1960-1969 rock era-was # 1 for 5 weeks in 1968-words and music by bobby russell (who also wrote "little green apples" and -"the night the lights went out in georgia")see the tree, how big it’s grown but friend it hasn’t been too long it wasn’t bigi laughed at her and she got mad, the first day that she planted, it, was just a twigthen the first snow came and she ran out to brush the snow awayso it wouldn’t diecame runnin’ in all excited, slipped and almost hurt herselfand i laughed till i criedshe was always young at heart, kinda dumb and kinda smart and i loved her soand i surprised her with a puppykept me up all christmas eve two years agoand it would sure embarrass her when i came in from workin’ late ’cause i would knowthat she’d been sittin’ there and cryin’over some sad and silly late, late showand honey, i miss you and i’m bein’ goodand i’d love to be with you if only i couldshe wrecked the car and she was sadand so afraid that i’d be mad but what the heckthough i pretended hard to beguess you could say she saw through me and hugged my necki came home unexpectedly and caught her cryin’ needlesslyin the middle of a dayand it was in the early spring when flowers bloom and robins singshe went awayand honey, i miss you and i’m bein’ goodand i’d love to be with you if only i could one day while i was not at home while she was there and all alonethe angels camenow all i have is memories of honey and i wake up nights and call her namenow my life’s an empty stage where honey lived and honey playedand love grew upand a small cloud passes overhead and cries down on the flower bedthat honey lovedand see the tree how big it’s grown but friend it hasn’t been too long it wasn’t bigand i laughed at her and she got madthe first day that she planted it, was just a twigtranscribed by ronald e. [email protected]
For the very first timebobby goldsboro words and music by dennis "terry cashman" minogue and gene pistilli-from "we gotta start lovin’"-united artists uas 6777-minogue (as cashman) also wrote many baseball-related songs like "willie,-mickey, & the duke" and "earl of baltimore"anywhere that you go i’ll follow alongi’d be a fool to keep on singin’ my own songi never thought about love up until nowi guess it’s time i started learnin’ howchorusyou smiled at me and "give in" swelled inside my mindfor the very first timei thought of lovin’ things i want them to be yours and minefor the very first time i find myself in love"ain’t no such thing as always" i used to saybut now that i’ve found you, here is where i’ll always stayyou know how much i need you, i know myselfi’d rather miss you, darlin’, than be with someone elsechorus<brief instrumental interlude>anywhere that you go i’ll follow alongfadeanywhere that you go i’ll follow alongtranscribed by robin hoodthese lyrics were transcribed from the specific recording mentioned aboveand do not necessarily correspond with lyrics from other recordings, sheetmusic, songbooks or lyrics printed on album jackets.
It was a hot afternoon,
last day of june,
and the sun was a demon,
the clouds were afraid,
one-ten in the shade,
and the pavement was steaming.
i told billy-ray,
in his red chevrolet,
i needed time for some thinking,
i was just walking by,
when i looked in her eye,
and i swore it was winking.
She was 31 and i was 17,
i knew nothing about love, she knew everything,
when i saw down beside her on the front porch swing,
and wondered what the coming night would bring.
The sun closed her eyes,
as it climbed in the sky,
and it started to swelter,
the sweat trickled down the front of her gown,
and i thought it would melt her.
She through back her hair,
like i wasn’t there,
and she sipped on a julep,
her shoulders were bare,
and i tried not to stare,
when i looked at her two lips.
And when she looked at me,
i heard her softly say,
i know you’re young,
you don’t know what to do or say,
but stay with me until the sun has gone away,
and i will chase the boy in you away.
And then she smiled and we talked for a while,
and we walked for a mile to the sea,
we sat on the sand, and the boy took her hand,
but i saw the sun rise as a man.
Ten years have gone by,
since i looked in her eye,
but the memory lingers,
i got back in my mind,
to the very first time,
and feel the touch of her fingers,
It was a hot afternoon,
last day of june,
and the sun was a demon,
the clouds were afraid,
one-ten in the shade,
and the pavement was steaming…
It’s too late bobby goldsboroi remember when i told youthat i tried in every wayto hold you and kiss you and love you and keep you till my dying dayyou just laughedand said you found somebody newand you didn’t need all the things i could do.now you found out that your new loveisn’t true like he should beyou say that you’re gonna forget him and you’re gonna come back to mewell things have changedand i’ve found me somebody newsomeone to make me forget about youand i’m telling youthat it’s too late to say you’re sorryit’s too late to say you’re minei have found myself a new loveand i’m going to make her mineit’s too lateit’s too latemany days i tried to call youmany nights i spent aloneeveryone knew that i loved you but you had a love of your own.but now that it’s goneyou think you can come back to mebut i’m not the same fool that i used to beand you’re gonna seethat it’s too late to say you’re sorryit’s too late to say you’re minei have found myself a new loveand i’m going to make her mineit’s too lateit’s too lateto say you’re minefrom: "j. farmer" <[email protected]>
See the funny little clownbobby goldsborosee the funny little clownsee him laughing as you walk by,everybody thinks he’s happy cause you never see a tear in his eye.no one knows he’s crying,no one knows he’s dying on the inside cause he’s laughing on the outside, mm,no one knows, no one knows.see the funny little clown, he’s hiding behind a smile. they all think he’s laughing but i know he’s really crying all the while.how his heart is aching, how his heart is breaking on the inside, but he keeps laughing on the outside, mm, no one knows, no one knows.this funny little clown you never used to see him aroundwithout his girl beside him to love and guide him,until one day his girl just walked away and to this very day he says he never loved her anyway,mm, and no one knows except for mebecause you see i’m that funny little clown.