Music for Bill, Robert and Friends
In this dirty old part of the city Where the sun refused to shine People tell me there ain’t no use in tryin’ Now my girl you’re so young and pretty And one thing I know is true You’ll be dead before your time is due, I know Watch my …
Bop bopa-a-lu a whop bam boo Tutti frutti, oh Rudy Tutti frutti, oh Rudy Tutti frutti, oh Rudy Tutti frutti, oh Rudy Tutti frutti, oh Rudy A whop bop-a-lu a whop bam boo Got a girl named Sue, she knows just what to do Got a girl named Sue, she …
[G] This Little Light Of Mine, – [G] I’m gonna let it shine, [C] This Little Light Of Mine, – [G] I’m gonna let it shine, [G] This Little Light Of Mine, – [C] Yes, I’m gonna let it shine, Let it [G] shine, let it [D] shine, let it …
[TENDERNESS] With each word your tenderness grows Tearing my fears apart And that laugh that wrinkles your nose Touches my foolish heart Lovely, never, ever change Keep that breathless charm Won’t you please arrange it? Cause I love you Just the way you look tonight [TENDERNESS] You’re lovely don’t you …
My tears are fallin’ ‘Cause you’ve taken her away And though it really hurts me so There’s something that I’ve gotta say Take good care of my baby Please don’t ever make her blue Just tell her that you love her Make sure you’re thinking of her In everything you …
E5 A5 E5 C’mon – Oh baby don’t you want to go A7 E5 C’mon – Oh baby don’t you want to go B7 Back to that Same old Place A7 Sweet home Chicago ( repeat previous verse ) Now one and one is two Six and two is eight …
Santa Clause can’t be from Alabama. He’d have shot all of the reindeer and put them on the hood of his truck. D D C G (same cords, each line) Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss ‘ole’ … CLICK TO VIEW SONGSweet Home, Alabama
CLICK HERE FOR SHEET MUSIC [C] Get outta that bed, and wash your face and hands. Get [F] outta that bed, wash your face and [C] hands. Well, you [G] get in that kitchen, cause [C] I’m a hungry man. [C] Get out to that kitchen, and rattle those pots …
Oh a Scotsman clad in kilt left the bar one evening fair; and one could tell by how he walked he’d drunk more than his share. He fumbled ’round until he could keep no longer on his feet; and he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street …
CLICK HERE FOR SHEET MUSIC Sometimes I will then again I think I won’t Sometimes I will then again I think I won’t Sometimes I do then again I think I don’t Well I looked at my watch, it was 9:21 We was at a rock ‘n’ roll dance having …