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Wagon train of lovin' moving slow
And I can see the peace pipe burning low
You criticize each little thing I do
But listen baby, I've got news for you
There's too many chiefs and not enough Indians around this house
Baby I'm tired of this old game we play called cat and mouse
If you don't give just a little bit more
We're both gonna lose this race
'Cause there's too many chiefs and not enough Indians around this place
Trouble on our happy hunting ground
'Cause you keep stepping too far out of bounds
It's hard to run this reservation right
When you stay on the warpath day and night
Well there's too many chiefs and not enough Indians around this house
Baby I'm tired of this old game we play called cat and mouse
If you don't give just a little bit more
We're both gonna lose this race
'Cause there's too many cheifs and not enough Indians around this place
Look at all the things I have to do
To keep this teepee running just for you
Well time's are tough and wampum's hard to save
Just remember who's the squaw and who's the brave
Well there's too many cheifs and not enough Indians around this house
Baby I'm tired of playing this old game called cat and mouse
If you don't give just a little bit more
We're both gonna lose this race
'Cause there's too many cheifs and not enough Indians around this place
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THAT OLD TIME FEELING
(Baker Knight)
« © '68 Pomona Music »
(That old time feeling's still inside my heart)
Well I'm sorry but it took me by susrprice
To be looking in those old familiar eyes
If I'm acting funny please don't turn away
Seeing you has brought me back to yesterday
Yes you're looking at the fool who used to be
In another world where love was new to me
But I learned my lesson when I let you go
And there's one thing that I've wanted you to know
If that old time feeling ever starts again
And you think about the way it might have been
Don't let yesterday's mistakes keep us apart
Cause that old time feeling's still inside my heart
Yes that old time feeling ever starts again...
(Inside my heart)
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See the tree how big it's grown
But friend that hasn't been too long it wasn't big
I laughed at her and she got mad
The first day that she planted it was just a twig.
And the first snow came and she ran out
To brush the snow away it wouldn't die
Came running in all excited slipped
And almost hurt herself I laughed till I cried.
She was always young at heart
Kinda dumb and kinda smart, I loved her so
I surprised her with a puppy
Kept me up all Christmas Eve two years ago.
It would sure embarrass her
When I came in from working late 'cause I would know
That she'd been sittin' there
And crying over some sad and silly late, late show.
And honey, I miss you I'm being good
I'd love to be with you if only I could.
She wrecked the car and she was sad
And so afraid that I'd be mad but what the heck
Though I pretended hard to be
Guess you could say she saw through me and hugged my neck.
I came home unexpectedly
Caught her crying needlessly in the middle of the day
It was in the early spring
When flowers bloom and robins sing, she went away.
And honey, I miss you and I'm being good
I'd love to be with you if only I could.
Yes, one day while I wasn't at home
When she was there and all alone the angels came
Now all I have is memories of honey
And I wake up nights and call her name.
Now my life's an empty stage
Where honey lived and honey played and love grew up
A small cloud passes overhead
And cries down on the flower bed that honey loved.
See the tree how big it's grown
But friend it hasn't been too long, it wasn't big
Laughed at her and she got mad
The first day that she planted it was just a twig...
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WELCOME TO MY HEART
(Bert Kaempfert - Herbert Rehbein - Paul Vance)
« © '68 Ruth Rehbein Music »
Welcome to my heart where have you been
Welcome to my world please walk walk right in
Welcome to my days they'll all be suuny now
Every doubt and fear will disappear somehow
Welcome to my arms they're open wide
Step in to my heart it's warm inside
Everything I ever wanted just came true
Welcome to my heart I need you
Everything I ever wanted just came true
Welcome to my heart I need you
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By the time I get to Phoenix
She'll find the note I left hanging on her door
She'll laugh when she reads the part that says I'm leaving
'Cause I've left that gal so many times before
By the time I make Albuquerque she'll be working
She'll probably stop at lunch and give me a call
But she'll just hear that phone keep on ringing
Off the wall, that's all
By the time I make Oklahoma she'll be sleeping
She'll turn softly, call my name out low
And she'll cry just to think I'd really leave her
Though time and time I've tried to tell her so
She just didn't know I would really
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It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried up on some line
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns now that binds me
Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walking
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track by the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind
Well I dip my cup of soup back from the gurgling crackling caldron in some train yard
My beard a roughening coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face
Cupped hands 'round a tin can
I pretend I hold you to my breast and find that you're waving from the back roads by the river of my memory
Ever smiling ever gentle on my mind
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(That's when I see the blues in your pretty brown eyes.)
You say it's over now but it's easy to see
You still belong to him you're not happy with me
You can hide all your feelings until he passes by
That's when I see the blues in your pretty brown eyes.
Your pretty brown eyes keep telling me lies
But they can't hide the hurt with a smile and disguise
You can hide all your feelings until he passes by
That's when I see the blues in your pretty brown eyes.
Your pretty brown eyes keep telling me lies
But they can't hide the hurt with a smile and disguise
You can hide all your feelings until he passes by
That's when I see the blues in your pretty brown eyes.
That's when I see the blues in your pretty brown eyes...
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Rainbows are gettin' back in style
There's sunshine everywhere and I'm learning how to smile
The only time it rains is to cool things for a while
But since I met you I can't forget you the rainbows are back in style.
There's not a thing in the world that I'd rather do
Than just sit and stare at your face
You're so doggone pretty that you made the world
A whole lot happier place.
Life's worth living and the love that you're giving
has made me feel this way
And rainbows have chased
The clouds away.
Rainbows are gettin' back in style
There's sunshine everywhere and I'm learning how to smile
The only time it rains is to cool things for a while
But since I met you I can't forget you the rainbows are back in style.
Your name is like music and I can't help singing it over and over again
This happy feeling has got me thinking it's heaven I'm living in
The love we share puts magic in the air and every dream comes true
And rainbows have turned my skies to blue.
Rainbows are gettin' back in style
There's sunshine everywhere and I'm learning how to smile
The only time it rains is to cool things for a while
But since I met you I can't forget you the rainbows are back in style.
But since I met you I can't forget you the rainbows are back in style...
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DROWNING IN MY TEARS
(Ken Lane - Irving Taylor)
« © '68 Sands Music »
I've cried so much over you and I'm drowning in my tears
Oh it's no wonder I'm going under drowning in my tears
You hurt me so in many ways and I spent so many years
Walking and thinking so now I'm a sinking drowning in my tears
I keep on crying for help but you turned your back on me
I'm over my head in misery
I guess I'll go on this way till all of me disappears
Live in a bubble and in my trouble drowning in my tears
(I keep on crying for help but you turned your back on me)
I'm over my head in misery
I guess I'll go on this way till all of me disappears
Live in a bubble and in my trouble drowning in my tears
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APRIL AGAIN
Writer Glen D. Hardin
(Oh, If I could live April again, If only I could live April again,) How happy I would be again. Oh, If I could live April again, If only I could live April again, How happy I would be again. The early morning rain Falling on my window makes me think of you again. I pretend that you're here with me And tho' it seems like April again. (It's not the same.) It's not the same. Oh, if I could live April again, If only I could live April again, How happy I would be again. (Instrumental Interlude) Flowers that we saved Pressed between the pages of the book have turned to gray. But still I close my eyes and hold them And know that it's not April again. (It seems that way.) It seems that way. Oh, if I could live April again, If only I could live April again, How happy I would be again. Oh, if I could live April again, If only I could live April again.
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