Here we all work 'long the Mississippi Here we all work while the white folk play Pullin' them boats from the dawn till sunset Gettin' no rest till the judgment day Don't look up and don't look down Ya don't dast make the white boss frown Bend your knees and bow your head And pull that rope until you're dead Let me go 'way from the Mississippi Let me go 'way from the white man boss Show me that stream called the River Jordan That's the old stream that I long to cross Ol' Man River, that Ol' Man River He must know somepin', but he don't say nothin' He just keeps rollin', he keeps on rollin' along He don't plant taters, and he don't plant cotton And them what plants 'em is soon forgotten But Ol' Man River, jest keeps rollin' along You and me, we sweat and strain Bodies all achin' and wracked with pain Tote that barge and lift that bale Ya get a little drunk and ya lands in ja-ail I gets weary and so sick of tryin' I'm tired of livin', but I'm feared of dyin' And Ol' Man River, he just keeps rollin' along

Old man river, that old man river He must know something but don't say nothing He just keeps rolling He keeps on rolling along You and me, we sweat and slave Bodies all aching and racked with pain Tow that barge, lift that bail Get a little drunk and you land in jail I get weary and sick of trying I'm tired of living but scared of dying That old man river He just keeps rolling along

A-na, na, na I'm cleaning up them dirty words that I say these days Showing up to church a lot more on Sunday Working on bad-habit breaking Cutting back on Copenhagen Little less gas, little more brake in my Chevrolet Whatever it takes, 'cause I got a gift from God sitting in the backseat And I'ma need to be a little better If he's gonna wanna be like me I'm just a good ol' boy tryna be a good ol' man Out here learning on the fly, tryna do the best I can To raise him up right "No sir, yes ma'am" I'm just a good ol' boy tryna be a good ol' man Yes I am, mhmm yeah Gonna be a lotta learning in between Them inches on that doorframe I don't know a lot about a lot But I know I can teach him a few things How to swim, how to fish, how to drive a stick Just like my daddy taught me And he'll know how to say he's sorry 'Cause he'll hear that from me I'm just a good ol' boy tryna be a good ol' man Out here learning on the fly, tryna do the best I can To raise him up right, Lord knows I am I'm just a good ol' boy tryna be a good ol' man (good ol' man) Oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying Oh I'm trying to be a good ol' man (good ol' man) Oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying Oh I'm trying to be a good ol' man Making a man outta him Is making a man outta me Making a man outta him So one day he'll be Another good ol' boy, yeah I'm just a good ol' boy tryna be a good ol' man Out here learning on the fly, tryna do the best I can To raise him up right, Lord knows I am I'm just a good ol' boy tryna be a good ol' man Yes I am Oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying Oh I'm trying to be a good ol' man (good ol' man) Oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying Oh I'm trying to be a good ol' man Yes I am Oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying Oh I'm trying to be a good ol' man (good ol' man) Oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying Oh I'm trying to be a good ol' man (mhmm, yeah)

Somewhere beyond the sea Somewhere waiting for me My lover stands on golden sands And watches the ships that go sailing Somewhere beyond the sea He's watching for me If I could fly like birds on high Then straigt to his arms I'd go sailing It's far beyond a star, it's near beyond the moon I know beyond a doubt My heart will lead me there soon We'll meet beyond the shore We'll kiss just as before Happy we'll be beyond the sea And never again I'll go sailing

Coucou, les rosiers fleurissent Coucou, les rameaux verdissent Coucou, voici le printemps Coucou, le beau soleil brille Coucou, et les yeux des filles Coucou, en font tout autant Que faites-vous, que faites-vous encore à sommeiller Eveillez-vous, Eveillez-vous, le monde est transformé Coucou, ouvrez moi bien vite Coucou, mon coeur vous invite Coucou, il faut nous aimer Cadillac Cadillac Coucou bonjour mon amour Cadilla dilla dilla Cadillac Cadillac Coucou, en font tout autant Que faites-vous, que faites-vous encore à sommeiller Eveillez-vous, Eveillez-vous, le monde est transformé Coucou, ouvrez moi bien vite Coucou, mon coeur vous invite Coucou, il faut nous aimer

Oh how do you do, young Willy McBride Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside And rest for a while 'neath the warm summer sun I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen When you joined the great fallen in 1916 I hope you died well And I hope you died clean Oh young Willy McBride, was is it slow and obscene Did they beat the drums slowly? Did they play the fife lowly? Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down? Did the band play the Last Post in chorus? Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest? And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined Although you died back in 1916 In that faithful heart are you forever nineteen Or are you a stranger without even a name Enclosed then forever behind a glass pane In an old photograph torn, battered, and stained And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame Did they beat the drums slowly? Did they play the fife lowly? Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down? Did the band play the Last Post in chorus? Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest? The sun now shines o'er these green fields of France There's a warm summer breeze that makes the red poppies dance And look how the sun shines from under the clouds There's no gas, no barbed wire, there's no guns firing now But here in this graveyard it's still no man's land The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand To man's blind indifference to his fellow man To a whole generation that were butchered and damned Did they beat the drums slowly? Did they play the fife lowly? Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down? Did the band play the Last Post in chorus? Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest? Now young Willy McBride I cant help but wonder why Do those who lie here know why did they die? Did they believe when they answered the cause? Did they really believe that this war would end wars? For the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the shame The killing and dying were all done in vain For young Willy McBride it all happened again And again, and again, and again, and again Did they beat the drums slowly? Did they play the fife lowly? Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down? Did the band play the Last Post in chorus? Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest? Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?