: Well, I got a woman Way across town She's good to me Oh, oh yeah Say I got a woman Way across town She's good to me Oh yeah She gives me money
: The spirit's always willing when it's fed; When it's not fed the spirit's dead. And if the spirit really wants to dance It needs a little more than
singin' my song for you, yes We were alone and I was singin' this song for you, baby We were alone and I was singin' my song, Singin' my song, singin' my song, singin' my song
and me in the dark! Just five minutes from your door-step, I'll wait for your step to come along! And the city's roar becomes a song! While I'm waiting
: Am I blue? Am I blue? Ain't these tears In my eyes tellin'g you? Am I blue? You'll be too, If each plan with you man Done fell through. Was a time
: We meet, and the angels sing. The angels sing the sweetest song I ever heard. You speak, and the angels sing. Or am I breathing music into every word
your lips The summer kisses The sunburned hands I used to hold Since you went away The days grow long And soon I'll hear Old winter's song But I miss
: They call us babes in arms But we are babes in armour. They laugh at babes in arms But we'll be laughing far more. On city street and farms They'll
: Baby let me hold your hand Until I make you understand Ohh, baby, baby let me hold your hand I really believe, everything will sure be grand Baby I
: Gather 'round me, everybody Gather 'round me, while I preach some Feel a sermon coming on here The topic will be sin And that's what I'm agin' If you
: I really can't stay - Betty, it's cold outside I've got to go away - Betty, it's cold out there This evening has been - Been hoping that you'd drop
: Oh, Bernardine (sigh) Oh, oh, oh, Bernardine I can tell by the dimple on your chin You're in beautiful shape for the shape you're in An' I'm in shape
: Ah let me tell you people About this blackjack game It's caused me nothing but trouble And I've only myself to blame Hey hey hey yeah How unlucky can
: We'll have a blue room A new room for two room Where ev'ry day's a holiday Because you're married to me. Not like a ballroom A small room, A hall room
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 mockingbird'll sing the saddest kind o' song
: (Instrumental)
: [Chorus:] Bye bye love Bye bye happiness, hello loneliness I think I'm-a gonna cry-y Bye bye love, bye bye sweet caress, hello emptiness I feel like
: You C C Rider, see what you done done C C Rider, you see what you done done You C C Rider, you see what you done done You done made me love you and