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It's so easy to fall in love
It's so easy to fall in love
People tell me love's for fools
Here I go breaking all the rules
It seems so easy
Yeah, so doggone easy
Oh, it seems so easy
Yeah, where you're concerned
My heart can learn, oh
It's so easy to fall in love
It's so easy to fall in love
Look into your heart and see
What your love book has set aside for me
It seems so easy
Yeah, so doggone easy
Oh, it seems so easy
Yeah, where you're concerned
My heart can learn, oh
It's so easy to fall in love
It's so easy to fall in love
It seems so easy
Oh, so doggone easy
Yeah, it seems so easy
Oh, where you're concerned
My heart can learn
It's so easy to fall in love
It's so easy to fall in love
It's so easy to fall in love
It's so easy to fall in love
It's so easy to fall in love
It's so easy to fall in love
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I hear mariachi static on my radio
And the tubes they glow in the dark
And I'm there with you in Ensenada
And I'm here in Echo Park
Carmelita, hold me tighter
I think I'm sinking down
And I'm all strung out on heroin
On the outskirts of town
Well I pawned my Smith and Wesson
And I went to meet my man
He hangs out down on Alvarado Street
At the Pioneer Chicken stand
Carmelita, hold me tighter
I think I'm sinking down
And I'm all strung out on heroin
On the outskirts of town
Well I'm sittin' here playing solitaire
With my pearl handled deck
The county won't give me no more methadone
And they cut off your welfare check
Carmelita, hold me tighter
I think I'm sinking down
And I'm all strung out on heroin
On the outskirts of town
Carmelita, hold me tighter
I think I'm sinking down
And I'm all strung out on heroin
On the outskirts of town
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written by John David Souther
© 1976 WB Music Corp & Golden Spread Music (ASCAP)
What if I fall in love with you
Just like normal people do
Well maybe I'd kill you
Or maybe I'd be true
When I go down to get a job sometime
It seems people can read my mind
And make money disappear
While they're talking sweet and kind
Well in some ways I am like a child
You never seemed to know it
And if a kind word ever crossed your mind
You never tried to show it
Well in some ways I am like a child
You never seemed to know it
And if a kind word ever crossed your mind
You never tried to show it
When people don't know what you mean
They may laugh at you and call you green
They'll say your words are stupid
And your plans are only schemes
Truth is simple
But seldom ever seen
Let nothing come between
Simple man, simple dream
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written by Eric Kaz
© 1967 Embassy Music Corp (BMI)
If you see a friend and he tries to say
A girl we once knew is losing her way
It's true
I may be blue
I've seen the best years of life go through
A man that I love
And another I need
Both men have helped make the sad life I lead
Sorrow lives here in my heart
It haunts me when I sleep
I can't keep the thought of you from my dreams
Everything seems to spin all around
But I can't see
Whether it happens with or without me
Remember how perfume, my gown and silk gloves
Had teased your heart so and brought out your love
It's done
Night's breeze has blown
A chill up my spine
The world was mine
Then haughty and high
To bide my time
'Til all of my hopes
Just wish you were mine
Sorrow lives here in my heart
It haunts me when I sleep
I can't keep the thought of you from my dreams
Everything seems to spin all around
But I can't see
Whether it happens with or without me
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Traditional- arranged by Linda Ronstadt
© 1977 Normal Music (BMI)
They say that love's a gentle thing
But it's only brought me pain
For the only man I ever loved
Has gone on the morning train
I never will marry
I'll be no man's wife
I expect to live single
All the days of my life
Well the train pulled out
The whistle blew
With a long and a lonesome moan
He's gone he's gone
Like the morning dew
And left me all alone
I never will marry
I'll be no man's wife
I expect to live single
All the days of my life
Well there's many a change in the winter wind
And a change in the cloud's design
There's many a change in a young man's heart
But never a change in mine
I never will marry
I'll be no man's wife
I expect to live single
All the days of my life
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I feel so bad, I got a worried mind
I'm so lonesome all the time
Since I left my baby behind
On Blue Bayou
Saving nickels, saving dimes
Working 'til the sun don't shine
Looking forward to happier times
On Blue Bayou
I'm going back someday
Come what may
To Blue Bayou
Where the folks are fine
And the world is mine
On Blue Bayou
Where those fishing boats
With their sails afloat
If I could only see
That familiar sunrise
Through sleepy eyes
How happy I'd be
Gonna see my baby again
Gonna be with some of my friends
Maybe I'll feel better again
On Blue Bayou
Saving nickels, saving dimes
Working 'til the sun don't shine
Looking forward to happier times
On Blue Bayou
I'm going back someday
come with me to Blue Bayou
Where the folks are fine
And the world is mine
On Blue Bayou
Where those fish and boats
with their sails afloat
if I could only see
that familiar sunrise through sleepy eyes
how happy I'd be.
Oh, that boy of mine
By my side
The silver moon and the evening tide
Oh, some sweet day
Gonna take away
This hurting inside
Well, I'll never be blue
My dreams come true
On Blue Bayou
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Well I lay my head on the railroad track
Waiting on the Double E
But the train don't run by here no more
Poor poor pitiful me
Poor poor pitiful me
Poor poor pitiful me
Oh these boys won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe woe is me
Well I met a man out in Hollywood
Now I ain't naming names
Well he really worked me over good
Just like Jesse James
Yes he really worked me over good
He was a credit to his gender
Put me through some changes Lord
Sort of like a Waring blender
Poor poor pitiful me
Poor poor pitiful me
Oh these boys won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe woe is me
Well I met a boy in the Vieux Carres
Down in Yokohama
He picked me up and he threw me down
He said "Please don't hurt me Mama"
Poor poor pitiful me
Poor poor pitiful me
Oh these boys won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe woe is me
Poor poor poor me
Poor poor pitiful me
Poor poor poor me
Poor poor pitiful me
Poor poor poor me
Poor poor pitiful me
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written by Robert Wachtel
© 1973 Leadsheet Land (ASCAP)
Maybe he's right
Maybe I'm wrong
Maybe what I'm saying is the way it should be
Nobody knows when the truth goes by
But everyone tells me that he's happy
Maybe he's gone and found some love
I want to see it for myself
Everyone says just to let him alone
But I can't even sleep no more it worries me so
Why
Why
Maybe I'm right
Maybe he's wrong
And maybe what he's saying is the way it should be
Somebody tried to explain it to me
But they couldn't tell me if he's happy
And I just want to know if he's still happy
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People try to rape me
Always think I'm crazy
Make me burn the candle right down
Baby I can't stay
I don't need your jewels in my frown
Now all you women are low-down gamblers
Cheating like I don't know how
Baby I go crazy
There's fever in the funkhouse now
Well this low-down bitching
Got my poor feet a-itching
Can't you see the deuce is still wild
Baby get it straight
You got to roll me
And call me the tumbling dice
Always in a hurry
Never stop to worry
Can't see the time passing by
Honey got no money
I'm sixes and sevens and nines
Well hey now baby I'm the rank outsider
You can be my partner in crime
Baby get it straight
You got to roll me
Call me the tumbling dice
I said my my my
I'm the lone crapshooter
Playing the field every night
Baby get it straight
You got to roll me
Call me the tumbling dice
You got to roll me
Babe you got to roll me
Babe you got to roll me
Oh oh oh you got to roll me
Woo hoo hoo you got to roll me
Woah babe you got to roll me
Baby babe you got to roll me
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Traditional, arranged by Linda Ronstadt
© 1977 Normal Music (BMI)
I ride an old paint
I lead an old dam
I'm going to Montana
To throw a houlihan
They feed in the coolies
They water in the draw
Their tails are all matted
Their backs are all raw
Ride around
Ride around real slow
The fiery and the snuffy are raring to go
Old Bill Brown
Had a daughter and a son
One went to Denver
And the other went wrong
His wife she died in a poolroom fight
And still he keeps singing from morning til night
Ride around
Ride around real slow
Well the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go
Well when I die
Take my saddle from the wall
Put it on my pony
And lead him from his stall
Tie my bones to his back
Turn our faces to the west
And we'll ride the prairie
That we like the best
Ride around
Ride around real slow
Well the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go
Ride around
Ride around real slow
Well the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go
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