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Just some of my song lyrics. If like me you grew up in the 50's and 60's, there's a load of folk, jazz, blues, pop and rock n' roll rattling around in your brain challenging you to write something as good. Maybe that's too much to hope for, but anyway, here they are . . . . “High Times, Low Times” We had us some high times We had us some low times We had us enough time to know You can’t make a love last When passion is long past That kind of love just won’t grow Blue and melancholy, Sad, depressed and lonely, Crying all the time Teardrops fill your eyes Making you realize You just can’t hide The pain deep inside We had us some high times We had us some low times And now our love is all done A love can turn sour Sour as bitter wine But when the last drop is gone A sad taste will linger “Murderer’s Row Blues” I was down on my luck Didn’t have nowhere to go But the home of last chance losers The place called Murderer’s Row It’s damp and cold and dirty The wind cuts like a knife If being poor don’t kill you Man the thugs will take your life Every evening after dark Gunmen come out to play There’s nothing but murder and mayhem All night long till just fore day When you run out of money The misery ain’t got no end Not a soul knows your name You haven’t even got a friend If I ever get lucky It’s down the road I’ll go And I never will return To the place called Murderer’s Row “The Hobo Jungle in the Sky” CHORUS: This old boxcar’s bound for heaven Hobo jungle in the sky Tell Saint Peter I’m no angel But I’ll be comin’ by and by All my life I’ve been a hobo Never had no place to stay Rode the rails from here to Frisco Broke and hungry all the way [CHORUS] Dig my grave beside a railyard Out beneath the western sky Tell my buddies how I’ll miss them They’ll be with me by and by [CHORUS] Give my boots to a poor old hobo My hat and coat to the engineer Say farewell to the cruel old brakeman It’s the last time I’ll be stopping here [CHORUS] “Where Have You Been My Darling Young Son” variation on traditional song, “Lord Randal” Oh where have you been my darling young son Oh where have you been my ill-fated one I crossed a wide valley And climbed a high mountain I swam a deep river And fain would lie down Oh where have you been my darling young son Oh where have you been my ill-fated one I danced in a meadow Sashayed through the town Got drunk at a tavern And fain would lie down Oh where have you been my darling young son Oh where have you been my ill-fated one I loved a fair maiden And killed a bad man I fought with the bailiff And fain would lie down Oh where have you been my darling young son Oh where have you been my ill-fated one I ran through the brambles Far away from the hounds I ran till my heart burst And fain would lie down Oh what shall I do my darling young son Oh what shall I do my ill-fated one Find a field of green clover Lay me under the ground My rambling is over And I fain would lie down “On the all night oldies show” Rock and Roll And down home soul On my transistor radio Good Golly Miss Molly And Mustang Sally On the all night oldies show Holding your hand While our favorite band Played the songs you loved to sing [CHORUS It was rock n’ roll And down home soul On the all night oldies show REPEAT] Linda Lou And Run Around Sue Rockin’ to a be bop beat Round and round Groovin’ to the sound And Dancing in the Street CHORUS Tossin’ and Turnin’ Like a big wheel churnin’ Twistin’ till the break of day Fun, Fun, Fun Do doo ron ron Just a-Sittin’ On the Dock of the Bay Way back when We played again and again All the songs you loved to sing CHORUS -- On the all night oldies show “Got To Be With My Baby” I love a girl from the poor part of town, Society people try to put her down But when we’re together it feels so right, So I’m gonna see my baby tonight CHORUS: I don’t care what the people say, Got to be with my baby I don’t care what the people say, Got to be with my baby Her parents warned me to stay away, But I haven’t seen her since yesterday We’ll meet in an alley cross the railroad tracks With only a blanket to cover our backs [CHORUS] Lying together on the cold damp ground, We’ll make love with nobody around Daylight comes I’ll be by her side, Holding her tight fills my heart with pride [CHORUS] As a songwriter, I’m mainly a lyricist, but I play the guitar (blues) and have composed a few tunes. I also write screenplays. (My personal portfolio of excerpts from screenplays is publicly viewable over the Internet at the following link: http://Writing.Com/authors/mbuchwal.) Contact me by return email here or at mpbuchwald@gmail.com or c/o Matthew Buchwald, 47-52 44th St., D3, Woodside, NY 11377 (718) 433-3890. Thanks for taking a look. -- Matt |