Тексты песен «Van Morrison»

Well the new sheriff sent me a letter Yes the new sheriff sent me a letter He said, "Come up and see me dead or alive, Come up and see me dead or alive". Well it's a hard road dead or alive It's a hard road...

Did Ye Get Healed I wanna know did you get the feelin'? Did you get it down in your soul? I wanna know did you get the feelin'? And did the feelin' grow? Sometimes, when the spirit moves me I can do many wondrous things...

Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it, do it. Do your thing. Do your thing. Do your thing. Ssshhgguuuhh, do your thing. Do it. Aaannwww. Ooohhh. Put voices in the background, and, uhh, uhh, we'll get, and we'll get Herbie...

Don\'t want to discuss it I think it\'s time for a change You may get disgusted And start thinkin\' that I\'m actin\' strange In that case I\'ll go underground Get some heavy rest Never have to worry About what is worst...

Girl, you're my sunshine, take away the raindrops, you make it all worthwhile, make all the pain stop. Just like a river, keep love flowin', don't let our world stop, gotta keep it goin'. Well, I love you just the way...

Don't get around much anymore The smoke has driven me out the door All night I used to walk the floor Don't go to nightclubs anymore Don't see my old friend Mose I don't run into Mr. Clive I cut out all that off the...

Don't Look Back (John Lee Hooker) Don't look back To the days of yester-year You cannot live on in the past Don't look back An' I've known so many people They're still tryin' to live on in the past Don't look back,...

You ain't never had to cry baby Don't start cryin' now You ain't never had to cry baby Don't start cryin' now You never did it before Don't do you know good no how Cry cry baby, cry cry, all night long Cry cry baby,...

This life is driving you to drink Sitting round wondering just what to think Well I've got some consolation and I'll give it to you if I might You know I don't worry about a thing because Cuz' I know nothings gonna be...

Don't Worry About A Thing (Mose Allison) If this life is driving you to drink Sitting round what's the use what to think Well I've got some consolation Give it to you if I might You know I don't worry about a thing...

Don't worry about tomorrow That ain't gonna help you none Don't worry about tomorrow That ain't gonna help you none You've gotta live and take each day as it comes It may not be exactly what you're looking for It may...

Don't ya know, don't ya know That it hurts to be treated like a fool? A don't ya know, don't ya know That it's mean and it's oh so cruel? When you said you were home It was just a lie You were seen on the town With...

Oh, don't you feel my leg, don't you feel my leg 'Cos if you feel my leg, you'll want to feel my thigh Don't you feel my thigh, you'll wanna move up high So don't you feel my leg Don't you buy no rye, don't you buy no...

Me and my daddy was comin' into town (Sail away lady sail away) Round the billygoat leadin' a hound (Sail away lady sail away) Hound got dumped, billygoat jumped (Sail away lady sail away) Throw'd my brother right over...

(Van Morrison) Well it's down the road I go And I got those worried Lonesome homesick Jones Way on down the road Well it's down the road I go Well I got the blues From way down in New Orleans Way on down the road And I...

Well, I wake up and I'm slowly a-comin' down. I'm just tryin' to get my feet back on the ground. I got more of an idea just exactly what I'm worth. Baby, baby, I wake up and I'm comin' down to earth. Yeah, baby, baby, I...

Transcribed by ear by David Chance Notes from David Chance: I transcribed these lyrics from the version performed on the Irish TV show Talk About Pop October 11, 1973 (sometimes dated September 11, 1973)...different...

Drive and wail. Go to jail. You look so pale when ya' do the Drive and Wail. Sock it to me baby. One more time. Just-a one more time. Sock it to me baby. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Sock it to me baby. Oh yeah. Sock it to me...

Lord have mercy! Feel so good I think I'm gonna work I was talking to the judge, just before we left the countryside Piece of paper in his hand, tryin' to find the way Tryin' to rip it out, well now I've got it all...

I was talkin' to the judge just before we left the countryside, paper in his hand, tryin' to find a way. Goin' by the book, "Man, you oughtta make a serial." Ripped the pages out 'fore they pull the final...