Lewis Allan
20th, April 1939
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Southern trees bear a strange fruit

Blood on the leaves and blood at the root

Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze

Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant South

The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth

Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh

Then the sudden smell of burning flesh

Here is the fruit for the crows to pluck

For the rain to gather for the wind to suck

For the sun to rot for the tree to drop

Here is a strange and bitter crop

Billie Holiday
20th, April 1939
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My man don’t love me

Treats me oh so mean

My man he don’t love me

Treats me awfully (awful mean)

He’s the lowest man

That I’ve ever seen

He wears high draped pants

Stripes are really yellow

He wears high draped pants

Stripes are really yellow
But when he starts in to love me

He’s so fine and mellow

Love will make you drink and gamble

Make you stay out all night long

Love will make you drink and gamble

Make you stay out all night long
Love will make you do things

That you know is wrong

But if you treat me right baby

I’ll stay home every day

If you treat me right baby

I’ll stay home every day
But you’re so mean to me baby

I know you’re gonna drive me away

Love is just like a faucet

It turns off and on
Love is like a faucet

It turns off and on
Sometimes when you think it’s on baby

It has turned off and gone

Lyrics : Ted Koehler
Music : Harold Arlen 
20th, April 1939
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I gotta right to sing the blues

I gotta right to moan and sigh

I gotta right to sit and cry

Down around the river

A certain man in this old town

Keeps draggin’ my poor heart around

All I see for me is misery

I gotta right to sing the blues

I gotta right to moan and sigh

Right to sit and cry

Down around the river

Soon that deep blue sea

Will be callin’ me

It must be love say what you choose

I gotta right to sing the blues

(bridge)

I gotta right to sing the blues

Gotta right to moan and cry

Gotta right to sit and sigh

Down around the river

Soon that deep blue sea

Will be callin’ me

It must be love say what you choose

I gotta right to sing the blues
There’s nothing left for me

I’m full of misery

I gotta right to sing the blues

Lyrics : Otto Harbach
Music : Jerome Kern
20th, April 1939
WP24404-A

Yesterdays

Yesterdays

Days I knew as happy sweet

Sequestered days

Olden days

Golden days

Days of mad romance and love

Then gay youth was mine

Truth was mine

Joyous free and flaming life

Then sooth was mine

Sad am I

Glad am I

For today I’m dreamin’ of

Yesterdays
(2nd section, double-time)
Yesterdays

Yesterdays

Days I knew as happy sweet

Sequestered days

Olden days

Golden days

Days of mad romance and love

For then gay youth was mine

Truth was mine

Joyous free and flaming life

Then sooth was mine

Sad am I

Glad am I

For today I’m dreamin’ of

Yesterdays
Yesterdays

Lyrics : Irving Kahal
Music : Sammy Fain
1st, April 1944
A4750-1

I’ll be seeing you

In all the old familiar places

That this heart of mine embraces

All day through

In that small café

The park across the way

The children’s carousel

The chestnut trees

The wishing well

I’ll be seeing you

In every lovely summer’s day

In everything that’s light and gay

I’ll always think of you that way

I’ll find you in the morning sun

And when the night is new

I’ll be looking at the moon

But I’ll be seeing you

I’ll be seeing you

In every lovely summer’s day

In everything that’s light and gay

I’ll always think of you that way

I’ll find you in the morning sun

And when the night is new

I’ll be looking at the moon

But I’ll be seeing you

Lyrics : Roy Turk 
Music :  Fred E. Ahlert
25th, March 1944
A4744-1

I’ll get by

As long as I have you

Though there’ll be rain

And darkness too

I’ll not complain

I’ll laugh it’s true
Poverty

May come to me that’s true

But what care I 
I’ll get by

As long as I have you

(bridge)

I’ll get by

As long as I have you

Though there’ll be rain

And darkness too

I’ll not complain

I’ll laugh it’s true
Poverty

May come to me that’s true

But what care I

I’ll get by

As long as I have you

Lyrics : Edward Heyman
Music : Johnny W. Green
25th, March 1944
A4745-2

I cover the waterfront

In search of my love

And I’m covered

By a starlit sky above
Here am I

Patiently waiting

Hoping and longing

Oh how I yearn

Where are you

Have you forgotten

Will you remember

Will you return
I cover the waterfront

I’m watching the sea

Will the one I love

Be coming back to me
Here am I

Patiently waiting

Hoping and longing

Oh how I yearn

Where are you

Have you forgotten

Will you remember

Will you return
I cover the waterfront

I’m watching the sea

Will the one I love

Be coming back to me
Will the one I love

Be coming back to me

Lyrics : Oscar Hammerstein II
Music : Sigmund Romberg
8th, April 1944
A4755-2

The sky was blue

And high above

The moon was new

And so was love

This eager heart of mine was singing

Lover where can you be

You came at last
Love had its day

That day is past

You’ve gone away

This aching heart of mine is singing

Lover come back to me!

When I remember every little thing

You used to do

I’m so lonely

Every road I walk along

I walk along with you

No wonder I am lonely

The sky is blue

The night is cold

The moon is new

But love is old

And while I’m waiting here

This heart of mine is singing

Lover come back to me!

When I remember every little thing

You used to do

I grow lonely

Every road I walk along

I walk along with you

No wonder I am lonely

The sky is blue

The night is cold

The moon is new

But love is old

And while I’m waiting here

This heart of mine is singing

Lover come back to me!

Lyrics: Richard A. Whiting
Music : Neil Moret
8th, April 1944
A4754-2

I’m not much to look at
Nothing to see
Just glad I’m living
And lucky to be
I’ve got a man
Crazy for me
He’ funny that way
I can’t save a dollar
Ain’t worth a cent
He doesn’t holler
He’d live in a tent
I’ve got a man
Crazy for me
He’s funny that way
Though he loves to work and slave
For me every day
He’d be so much better off
If I went away
But why should I leave him
Why should I go
He’d be unhappy
Without me I know
I’ve got that man
Mad about me
He’s funny that way
I can see no other way
And no better plan
End it all and let him go
To some other gal
But I’m only human
A coward at best
I’m more than certain
He’d follow me
West
I’ve got a man
Crazy for me
He’s funny that way

Lyrics : Dorothy Parker
Music : Jack King
25th, March 1944
A4742-3

Oh

How am I to know

If it’s really love

That’s found its way here ?

Oh

How am I to know ?

Will it linger on

And leave me then ?

I’ll dare not guess

At this strange happiness

But oh

How am I to know ?

Can it be that love

Has come to stay here ?

Lyrics : E.Y. Harburg
Music : Johnny Green
1st, April 1944
A4751-1

Ask the sky above

And ask the earth below

Why I’m so in love

And why I love you so

Couldn’t tell you though I tried dear

Just why I’m yours

When you went away

You left a glowing spark

Trying to be gay as

Whistling in the dark

I am only what you make me

Come take me
I’m yours

How happy

I would be to beg or borrow

For sorrow

With you

Even though I knew

Tomorrow

You’d say we were through

If we drift apart

Then I’ll be lost and lone

Though you use my heart

Just for a steppin’ stone

How can I help dreaming of you

I love you
I’m yours

How happy

I would be to beg or borrow

For sorrow

With you

Even though I knew

Tomorrow

You’d say we were through

If we drift apart

Then I’ll be lost and lone

Though you use my heart

Just for a steppin’ stone

How can I help dreaming of you

I love you

I’m yours

Lyrics & Music : Sam Coslow & Arthur Johnston
25th, March 1944
A4743-1

My old flame

I can’t even think of his name

But it’s funny now and then

How my thoughts go flashing back again

To my old flame
My old flame

My new lovers all seem so tame

For I haven’t met a gent

So magnificent or elegant

As my old flame

I’ve met so many men

With fascinating ways

A fascinating gaze in their eyes

Some who sent me up to the skies

But their attempts at love

Were only imitations of

My old flame

I can’t even think of his name

But I’ll never be the same

Until I discover what became

Of my old flame
I’ve met so many men

With fascinating ways

A fascinating gaze in their eyes

Some who sent me up to the skies

But their attempts at love

Were only imitations of

My old flame

I can’t even think of his name

But I’ll never be the same

Until I discover what became

Of my old flame

Billie Holiday
8th, April 1944
A4756-2

I love my man I’m liar if I say I don’t

I love my man I’m liar if I say I don’t
But I’ll quit my man
I’m liar if I say I won’t
I’ve been your slave baby

Ever since I’ve been your babe

I’ve been your slave
Ever since I’ve been your babe

But before I’ll be your dog
I’ll see you in your grave
My man wouldn’t give me no breakfast
Wouldn’t give me no dinner
Squawked about my supper then he put me outdoors
Had the nerve to lay a matchbox on my clothes
I didn’t have so many
But I had a long, long ways to go
I ain’t good-looking
And my hair ain’t curls

I ain’t good-looking

And my hair ain’t curls
But my mother, she give me something

It’s going to carry me through this world
Some men like me ‘cause I’m happy
Some ‘cause I’m snappy
Some call me honey
Others think I’ve got money
Some say: Billie,
Baby you’re built for speed
Now if you put that all together
Makes me everything a good man needs

Lyrics : Dorothy Fields
Music : Jimmy McHugh
8th, April 1944
A4757-1

Grab your coat and get your hat

Leave your worry on the doorstep

Just direct your feet

To the sunny side of the street
Can’t you hear a pitter-pat

And that happy tune is your step

Life can be so sweet

On the sunny side of the street

I used to walk in the shade

With those blues on parade

But now I’m not afraid

This rover crossed over

If I never have a cent

I’ll be rich as Rockefeller

Going to set my feet

On the sunny side of the street

(bridge)

Grab your coat and get your hat

Leave your worry on the doorstep

Just direct your feet

To the sunny side of the street
Can’t you hear a pitter-pat

And that happy tune is your step

Life can be so sweet

On the sunny side of the street

I used to walk in the shade

With those blues on parade

But now I’m not afraid

This rover crossed over

If I’d never have a cent

I’d be rich as Rockefeller

With gold dust at my feet

On the sunny side of the street

Lyrics & Music : Sam Coslow & Arthur Johnston
25th, March 1944
A4743-3

My old flame

I can’t even think of his name

But it’s funny now and then

How my thoughts go flashing back again

To my old flame
My old flame

My new lovers all seem so tame

For I haven’t met a gent

So magnificent or elegant

As my old flame

I’ve met so many men

With fascinating ways

A fascinating gaze in their eyes

Some who sent me up to the skies

But their attempts at love

Were only imitations of

My old flame

I can’t even think of his name

But I’ll never be the same

Until I discover what became

Of my old flame
I’ve met so many men

With fascinating ways

A fascinating gaze in their eyes

Some who sent me up to the skies

But their attempts at love

Were only imitations of

My old flame

I can’t even think of his name

But I’ll never be the same

Until I discover what became

Of my old flame

Billie Holiday
8th, April 1944
A4756-3

I love my man I’m liar if I say I don’t

I love my man I’m liar if I say I don’t
But I’ll quit my man
I’m liar if I say I won’t
I’ve been your slave baby

Ever since I’ve been your babe

I’ve been your slave
Ever since I’ve been your babe

But before I’ll be your dog
I’ll see you in your grave
My man wouldn’t give me no breakfast
Wouldn’t give me no dinner
Squawked about my supper then he put me outdoors
Had the nerve to lay a matchbox on my clothes
I didn’t have so many
But I had a long, long ways to go
I ain’t good-looking
And my hair ain’t curls

I ain’t good-looking

And my hair ain’t curls
But my mother, she give me something

It’s going to carry me through this world
Some men like me ‘cause I’m happy
Some ‘cause I’m snappy
Some call me honey
Others think I’ve got money
Some say: Billie,
Baby you’re built for speed
Now if you put that all together
Makes me everything a good man needs

Lyrics : Ira Gershwin
Music : George Gershwin 
1st, April 1944
A4752-2

Embrace me

My sweet embraceable you

Embrace me

My irreplaceable you

Just to look at you

My heart grows tipsy in me

You and you alone

Bring out the gypsy in me
I love all

The many charms about you

Above all

I want my arms about you

Don’t be a naughty baby

Come to me

Come to me do
My sweet embraceable you
I love all

The many charms about you

Above all

I want my arms about you

Don’t be a naughty baby

Come to mama

Come to mama do
My sweet embraceable you

Lyrics & Music : Herman Hupfeld
1st, April 1944
A4753-1

You must remember this

A kiss is still a kiss

A sigh is just a sigh

The fundamental things apply

As time goes by

And when two lovers woo

They still say I love you

On that you can rely

No matter what the future brings

As time goes by

Moonlight and love songs

Never out of date

Hearts filled with passion

Jealousy and hate

Woman needs man

And man must have his mate

That no one can deny

It’s still the same old story

A fight for love and glory

A case of do or die

Though I will always welcome lovers

As time goes by

Moonlight and love songs

Never out of date

Hearts full with passion
Jealousy and hate

Woman needs man

Man must have his mate

That no one can deny

It’s still the same old story

A fight for love and glory

A case of do or die

Though I will always welcome lovers
As time goes by