Lyrics & Music : Jimmy Davis & Ram Ramirez & James Sherman
4th, October 1944
72404-A

I don’t know why but I’m feeling so sad

I long to try something I’ve never had

Never had no kissin’

Oh, what I’ve been missin’

Lover man, oh, where can you be?
The night is cold and I’m so all alone

I’d give my soul just to call you my own

Got a moon above me

But no one to love me

Lover man, oh, where can you be?

I’ve heard it said

That the thrill of romance

Can be like a heavenly dream

I go to bed with a prayer

That you’ll make love to me

Strange as it seems

Someday we’ll meet

And you’ll dry all my tears

Then whisper sweet

Little things in my ears
Hugging and a-kissing

Oh, what we’ve been missing

Lover man, oh, where can you be?

I’ve heard it said

That the thrill of romance

Can be like a heavenly dream

I go to bed with a prayer

That you’ll make love to me

Strange as it seems

Someday we’ll meet

And you’ll dry all my tears

Then whisper sweet

Little things in my ears

Hugging and a-kissing

Oh, what we’ve been missing

Lover man

Where can you be?

Allan Roberts & Doris Fisher
8th, November 1944
72497-A

It’s that old devil called love again

Gets behind me and keeps giving me the shove again

Putting rain in my eyes, tears in my dreams

And rocks in my heart

It’s that sly old son of a gun again

He keeps telling me that I’m the lucky one again

But I still have that rain still have those tears

And those rocks in my heart

Suppose I didn’t stay ran away wouldn’t play

That devil – what a potion he would brew

He’d follow me around build me up, tear me down

Till I’d be so bewildered I wouldn’t know what to do

Might as well give up the fight again

I know darn well he’ll convince me that he’s right again

When he sings that siren song I just gotta tag along

With that old devil called love

He’d follow me around build me up, tear me down

Till I’d be so bewildered I wouldn’t know what to do
Might as well give up the fight again

I know darn well he’ll convince me that he’s right again

When he sings that siren song I just gotta tag along

With that old devil called love

With that old devil called love

lyrics & music by Leonard Bernstein
13th, March 1946
W73440-A

So you cry

What’s it about, baby?

You ask why

The blues had to go and pick you

So you go

Down to the shore kid’s stuff

Don’t you know

There’s honey in the store for you big stuff

Let’s take a ride in my gravy train

The doors open wide

Come in from out of the rain

So you stare

Call it despair baby

Don’t you care

I’m on the square about you

Let’s have a try

It maybe that you’re my guy

(very short bridge)

Let’s take a ride in my gravy train

The doors open wide

Come in from out of the rain
So you stare

Call it despair baby

Don’t you care

I’m on the square about you

Let’s have a try

It maybe that you’re my guy

Toots Camarata/Bob Russell
4th, October 1944
72405-A

You ain’t gonna bother me no more

Nohow
Love goes just so far

No more

Woke up this morning and found

I didn’t care for you no more

Nohow

Never felt so good before

You’re down to my size

It’s over and done

So honey step down from your throne

That look in your eyes

Don’t bother me none

Can take you or leave you alone

From my window

Skies ain’t gray no more

Not now
Here’s the day

That I’ve been waiting for

Got only one heart

One heart with no spares

Must save it for loving

Somebody who cares

So you ain’t gonna bother me

No more

No more

Irvin Graham & S. Bickley Reichner
14th, August 1945
W73008-A

You better go now

Because I like you much too much

You have a way with you

You ought to know now

Just why I like you very much

The night was gay with you
There’s the moon above

And it gives my heart a lot of swing

In your eyes there’s love

And the way I feel it must be spring

I want you so now

You have lips I love to touch

You better go now

You better go because I like you much too much
There’s the moon above

And it gives my heart a lot of swing

In your eyes there’s love

And the way I feel it must be spring

I want you so now

You have lips I love to touch

You better go now

You better go because I like you much too much

You better go because I like you much too much

Lyrics & Music : Cole Porter
14th, August 1945
W73009-A

What is this thing called love?

This funny thing called love

Just who can solve its mystery

Why should it make a fool of me

I saw you there one wonderful day

You took my heart and threw it away

That’s why I ask the Lord in heaven above

What is this thing called love?

(bridge)

I saw you there one wonderful day

You took my heart and threw it away

That’s why I ask the Lord in heaven above

What is this thing called love?

Billie Holiday & Arthur Herzog Jr.
14th, August 1945
W73006-A

Hush now, don’t explain
Just say you’ll remain
I’m glad you’re back
Don’t explain
Quiet, don’t explain
What is there to gain
Skip that lipstick
Don’t explain

You know that I love you
And what love endures
All my thoughts are of you
For I’m so completely yours
Cry to hear folks chatter
And I know you cheat
Right or wrong, don’t matter
When you’re with me, sweet

Hush now, don’t explain
You’re my joy and pain
My life’s yours, love
Don’t explain

You know that I love you
And what love endures
Nothing rates above you
For I’m so completely yours
Cry to hear folks chatter
And I know you cheat
Right or wrong, don’t matter
When you’re with me, sweet

Hush now, don’t explain
You’re my joy and pain
My life’s yours, love
Don’t explain

Lyrics and Music by
Ervin Drake & Dan Fisher & Irene Higginbotham
22nd, January 1946
W73300-A

Good morning heartache

You old gloomy sight

Good morning heartache

Thought we said goodbye last night

I turned and tossed until it seems you have gone

But here you are with the dawn

Wish I forget you but you’re here to stay

It seems I met you

When my love went away

Now everyday I start by saying to you

Good morning heartache what’s new?

Stop haunting me now

Can’t shake you nohow
Just leave me alone

I’ve got those Monday blues

Straight through Sunday blues

Good morning heartache here we go again

Good morning heartache

You’re the one

Who knew me when

Might as well get used to you hanging around

Good morning heartache
Sit down

(bridge)

Stop haunting me now

Can’t shake you nohow

Just leave me alone

I’ve got those Monday blues

Straight through Sunday blues

Good morning heartache

Here we go again

Good morning heartache

You’re the one

Who knew me when

Might as well get use to you hanging around

Good morning heartache

Sit down

Irene Higginbotham & Dan Fisher & Sammy Gallop
22nd, January 1946
W73300-A

No good man

Lovin’ all the no good plan

Never treats me as he should

That ain’t good

He’s always bringing me down

He’s no saint

Heaven knows that’s what he ain’t

Spends his money foolishly

Not on me

I’m the one who gets the run-around
I ought to hate him and yet I love him so

For I require

Love that’s made of fire

And in his arms I find

I always get that kind

No good man

Ever since the world began

There’s been other fools like me
Born to be
In love with a no good man
I ought to hate him and yet I love him so

For I require

Love that’s made of fire

And in his arms I find

I always get that kind

No good man

Ever since the world began

There’ve been other fools like me

Born to be

In love with a no good man

Lyric : Marty Symes
Music : Isham Jones
13th, February 1947
W73793-A

There is no greater love

Than what I feel for you

No greater love no heart so true

There is no greater thrill

Than what you bring to me

No sweeter song

Than what you sing to me

You’re the sweetest thing

I have ever known

And to think that you are mine alone

There is no greater love

In all the world it’s true

No greater love

Than what I feel for you

You’re the sweetest thing

I have ever known

And to think that you are mine alone

There is no greater love

In all the world it’s true

No greater love

Than what I feel for you

Lyrics :  Eddie DeLange & Irving Mills
Music : Duke Ellington 
13th, February 1947
W73795-A

In my solitude you haunt me

With reveries of days gone by

In my solitude you taunt me

With memories that never die

I sit in my chair
I’m filled with despair

There’s no one could be so sad

With gloom everywhere

I sit and I stare
I know that I’ll soon go mad

In my solitude

I’m praying

Dear Lord above

Send back my love

(Very small bridge)

I sit in my chair

Filled with despair

There’s no one could be so sad

With gloom everywhere

I sit and I stare

I know that I’ll soon go mad

In my solitude

I’m praying

Dear Lord above

Send me back my love

George Cory & Douglass Cross
9th, April 1946
W73498-A

I’ll look around until I’ve found

Someone who laughs like you

I’ll know somewhere spring must fill the air

With sweetness just as rare

As the flower that you gave me to wear

I’ll look around and when I’ve found

Someone who sighs like you

I’ll know this love I’m dreaming of

Won’t be the old love I always knew

I’ll know somewhere spring must fill the air

With sweetness just as rare

As the flower that you gave me to wear

I’ll look around and when I’ve found

Someone who sighs like you

I’ll know this love I’m dreaming of

Won’t be the old love I always knew

Morton Krouse
9th, April 1946
W73497-A

Had my lunch all alone

Waited for you to phone

Said you’d call me at two

So about twenty of three

I had cocktails with Lee

Baby, I don’t cry over you
Stood me up in the rain

Tried to hurt me again

Bet you thought I’d be blue

I went out to a show

With a swell guy named Joe

Baby, I don’t cry over you

These foolish games you keep playing

Might work with somebody else

But I could have told you

Right from the start

No man is man enough

To break my heart
If you don’t come tonight

Think you’ll give me a fright

Tell you what I will do

I’ll put on my best gown

And go painting this town

Baby, I don’t cry over you

(bridge)

These foolish games you keep playing

Might work with somebody else

But I could have told you

Right from the start

No man is man enough

To break my heart
If you don’t come tonight

Think you’ll give me a fright

Tell you what I will do

I’ll put on my best gown

And go painting this town

Baby, I don’t cry over you
Listen Jack your sweet Jill

Will be out with some Bill

Maybe I don’t cry over you

Lyrics : Leo Robin
Music : Ralph Rainger  
13th, February 1947
W73794-A

Living for you is easy living

It’s easy to live when you’re in love

And I’m so in love

There is nothing in life but you
I’ll never regret the things I’m giving

They’re easy to give when you’re in love

I’m happy to do whatever I do for you

For you maybe I’m a fool

But it’s fun

People say you rule me with one

Wave of your hand

Darling it’s grand

They just don’t understand

Living for you is easy living

It’s easy to live when you’re in love

And I’m so in love

There’s nothing in life but you

For you maybe I’m a fool

But it’s fun

People say you rule me with one

Wave of your hand

Baby it’s grand

They just don’t understand

Living for you is easy living

It’s easy to live when you’re in love

And I’m so in love

There’s nothing in life but you

George Cory & Douglass Cross
13th, February 1947
W73792-A

Lonely grief is hounding me

Like the lonely shadow hounding me

It’s always there just out of sight

Like a frightening dream on a lightening night

Lonely wind cries out my name

Sad as haunted music in the rain

It’s born of grief and born of woe

But I hear it call and I’ve got to go

Where can I be headed for

The blues call in my north

To lick my heart once more

Love lives in a lonely land

Where there’s no helping hand to understand

Why does it bring this hag to me

Why it don’t matter why

I only know misery has to be part of me

Never hope to count on love

To be a partner of that heaven up above

Never hope to understand

Love is a bare land

A lonely land
A lonely land

Gordon Jenkins & Tom Adair
10th, December 1948
W74650-A

(with The Stardusters choir)
I’m just about fed up

I’ve finally had my fill

Of sitting ‘round and crying in my beer

I’ve drunk the bitter cup

I’ve downed the bitter pill

While waiting for the silver lining to appear
I’m going to stack my blues up

On the very highest shelf

I’m going to pack my blues up

And get wise to myself
(Weep no more, my baby)

(Weep no more, my baby)

Weep no more

I’m going to weep no more

I’m putting an end to this lonesome game

(It’s such a lonesome game this crying)
Cry no tears,

I’m going to cry no tears

Each time that I happen to hear his name

(I hear his name)

I’m going out on the town

This hopeless torch I will drown

‘Cause I’m tired of running around

(Running around)

With just a memory
Weep no more,

I’m going to weep no more

‘Til somebody weeps

(Until somebody weeps)

For me

(I’m going to stack my blues up on the very highest shell)

(I’m going to pack my blues up and get wise to myself)
Weep no more,

I’m going to weep no more

‘Til somebody weeps

For me

(Weep no more)

Ralph Blane
10th, December 1948
W74651-A

(with The Stardusters choir)
(Girls were made to take care of boys To be kind and beautiful)
Girls were made to take care of boys

Made to share their sorrows

Made to share their joys

Made to help and guide them

With ever a patient hand

Made to give affection

In the right direction

(Always understand)
Now boys may think they take care of girls

Just because they pass on their fashions and their curls

But I’ve always found

It’s just the other way around

(Other way around)

If you need the girl

And declare you do

(Tell her that you need her)
She’ll be therel

To take care of you

(She’ll be there)

(Now boys may think they take care of girls,
Just because they’re clever with their fashions and their curls)
But I’ve always found

It’s just the other way around

(And if you need the girl)

And declare you do

She’ll be there

(She’ll be there)

To take care of you

(You)

French lyrics :  Albert Willemetz & Jacques Charles 
English lyrics :  Channing Pollock  
Music :  Maurice Yvain
10th, December 1948
W74653-A

(verse)
It’s cost me a lot

But there’s one thing

That I’ve got

It’s my man

It’s my man
Cold and wet

Tired you bet

All of this I’ll soon forget

With my man
He’s not much on looks

He’s no hero out of books

But I love him

Yes, I love him
Two or three

Girls has he

That he likes as well as me

But I love him
I don’t know why I should

He isn’t true

He beats me too

What can I do?

(refrain) 
Oh my man I love him so

He’ll never know

All my life is just despair

But I don’t care

When he takes me in his arms

The world is bright

All right
What’s the difference if I say

I’ll go away

When I know I’ll come back on

My knees someday
For whatever my man is

I’m his
Forever more

Lyric : Ira Gershwin & DuBose Heyward
Music : George Gershwin
10th, December 1948
W74652-A

I love you Porgy

Don’t let him take me

Don’t let him handle me

And drive me mad
If you can keep me

I want to stay

With you forever

And I’ll be glad

I love you Porgy

Don’t let him take me

Don’t let him handle me

With his hot hands
If you can keep me

I want to stay here

With you forever

I’ve got my man

Someday I know he’s coming

Back to call me

He’s gonna handle me and

Hold me so
It’s going to be like dying, Porgy

When he calls me

But when he comes, I know

I’ll have to go

I love you Porgy

Don’t let him take me

Don’t let him handle me

And drive me mad
If you can keep me

I want to stay here

With you forever

I’ve got my man

Porter Grainger & Everett Robbins
17th, August 1949
W75147-A

There ain’t nothing I can do
Or nothing I can say

That folks don’t criticize me

But I’m going to do

Just as I want to anyway

And don’t care just what people say
If I should take a notion

To jump into the ocean

Ain’t nobody’s business if I do
If I go to church on Sunday

Then cabaret all day Monday

Ain’t nobody’s business if I do
If my man ain’t got no money

And I say take all mine honey

Ain’t nobody’s business if I do
If I give him my last nickel

And it leaves me in a pickle

Ain’t nobody’s business if I do
Well I’d rather my man would hit me

Than follow him to jump up and quit me

Ain’t nobody’s business if I do
I swear I won’t call no copper

If I’m beat up by my Papa

Ain’t nobody’s business if I do
Nobody’s business

Ain’t nobody’s business

Nobody’s business if I do

Leonard Feather
17th, August 1949
W75148-A

Well good morning baby

Welcome back to town

How do fine Papa

Welcome back to town

You’re doing so much traveling

Never know when you’ll be around

You’re a fine and mellow fellow

But you’re stubborn as a mule

You love me like an angel

But you treat me like a fool
Two-faced Daddy

Don’t hand me no double-cross

You’ll see any time I’m ready

I can tell you baby get lost
You’re cheating on the outside

Doing anything you choose

You better come back on the inside

‘Cause you got too much to lose

Don’t want no trouble

I’ve got to be the boss

And if you can’t play it my way

Well now baby get lost

I try to stop your cheating

But I just don’t have the time

’Cause I got so many men that

They’re standing right in line
Keep cool Papa

You got to come across

’Cause any time I’m ready
Yes any time I’m ready

You know when I’m ready

I can tell you baby get lost
Why don’t you get lost

James P. Johnson & Flournoy E. Miller
30th, September 1949
W75342-A

(Billie Holiday)
Don’t lose your head

Then lose your guy

You can’t lose a broken heart
If you ever break up

Then try to make up

It’s tough to make a brand new start
Take a walk

Think it over

While strolling ‘neath the moon

Don’t say things in December

You’ll regret in June
Ware your remark

Before you speak

Or you may be sorry soon

Don’t be erratic

Be diplomatic
To keep your heart’s in tune
Cruel harsh words

Often spoken

Will upset your applecart

So don’t lose your head

Then lose your guy

‘Cause you can’t lose a broken heart

(Louis Armstrong)
Look, don’t lose your head

Then lose your gal

You can’t lose a broken heart, baby
If you ever break up

Then try to make up

It’s tough to make a brand new start
Take a walk

Think it over

While strolling beneath the moon

Don’t say things in December

Hmm, baby, you’ll regret too soon
Ware your remark

Before you speak

Or you may be sorry soon, baby

Don’t be erratic

Be diplomatic

To keep your heart’s in tune, baby
Cruel harsh words

Often spoken

Will upset your applecart, baby

So don’t lose your head
Then lose your girl

‘Cause you can’t lose a broken heart

(Billie and Armstrong together)
No, you can’t lose a broken heart!

James P. Johnson & Flournoy E. Miller
30th, September 1949
W75343-A

Billie sings, (Armstrong comments)
You don’t act up too much

Ain’t got that glamour touch

You’re trifling lazy

Ain’t worth a cigarette ash

(Look out there mamma, look out there

You carry me too fast, watch it baby)

You’re just my good for nothin’

My sweet hunk o’ trash

(My, my how you sound)

You’re very short on looks

(Here, here, here)

Dumb when it comes to books

(Look out, baby, watch it, honey)

And you stay full of corn

Just like a succotash

(What you want me to do
in my idle moments?)

You’re just a good-for-nothing

But my sweet hunk o’ trash

(Let me get a word in there honey, you running your mouth)

Armstrong sings, (Billie comments)
You said I’ve worried you for years

I’m just a barfly mooching’ beers

While you sweat over a hot stove slinging hash

(Work my fingers right down to the elbows)
Yes I may be good-for-nothing

But I’m still your sweet hunk o’ trash

(First to admit it baby)

You said I spread my love all around

And with the chicks all over town

But, how can I when you keep me broke

So I can’t spend no cash

Yes I may be good-for-nothing

But I’m still your sweet hunk o’ trash

Billie sings, (Armstrong comments)
Listen hear Pops,

You know you lie about your youth

(I don’t lie baby, I’m just careless with the truth, that’s all)

How careless can you be

(Oh, no)

With all young chicks

You try to make a flash

(No baby, it ain’t like that, no)

But you’re still my good-for-nothin’

My sweet hunk o’ trash

(laughs)

Now when you stay out very late

It sure makes me mad to wait

(FXXX come, baby?)

‘Cause, you come home too tired

To raise just one eyelash

(Watch it baby, watch it)

You’re just good-for-nothing

But you’re my sweet hunk o’ trash

(Yes indeed!)

Lyrics : Sidney Clare
Music : Jay Gorney
19th, October 1949
W75421-A

You’re my thrill

You do something to me

You send chills right through me
W
hen I look at you

‘Cause you’re my thrill
You’re my thrill

How my pulse increases

I just go to pieces

When I look at you

‘Cause you’re my thrill

Hmmm, nothing seems to matter

Hmmm, here’s my heart on a silver platter

Where’s my will

Why this strange desire

That keeps mounting higher

When I look at you

I can’t keep still

You’re my thrill

(bridge)

Where’s my will

Why this strange desire

That keeps mounting higher

When I look at you

I can’t keep still

You’re my thrill

Lyrics : Bob Russell
Music : Carl Sigman
19th, October 1949
W75422-A

I say I’ll move the mountains

And I’ll move the mountains

If he wants them out of the way

Crazy he calls me

Sure I’m crazy

Crazy in love I’d say

I say I’ll go through fire

And I’ll go through fire

As he wants it so it will be

Crazy he calls me

Sure I’m crazy

Crazy in love you see

Like the wind that shakes the bough

He moves me with a smile

The difficult I’ll do right now

The impossible will take a little while

I say I’ll care forever

And I mean forever

If I have to hold up the sky

Crazy he calls me

Sure I’m crazy

Crazy in love am I

Like the wind that shakes the bough

He moves me with a smile

The difficult I’ll do right now

The impossible will take a little while

I say I’ll care forever

And I mean forever

If I have to hold up the sky

Crazy he calls me

Sure I’m crazy

Crazy in love am I

Lyrics : Arnold Clawson
Music : Toussaint Pope
19th, October 1949
W75423-A

Please tell me now
How much you care
Before we say good night my dear

You’ll never say
That you’ll be mine
Why keep me waiting?
Please tell me now

Day and night I’m wondering
Do you really care
Must I go on wondering
About this love affair

My heart will cry
And that’s no lie
Don’t keep me waiting
Please tell me now

Day and night I’m wondering
Do you really care
Must I go on wondering
About this love affair

My heart will cry
And that’s no lie
Don’t keep me waiting
Please tell me now

Billie Holiday & Arthur Herzog Jr.
19th, October 1949
W75424-A

Somebody’s on my mind

Like an old sweet song

"The Lasting Time"

Somebody’s on my mind

So I’m walking on clouds

On a silver line
To dream my dream

Could be my mistake

But I’d rather be wrong

And sleep right along

Than wake
Love may be blind

I’ll take my chances

That it cares this affairs

My real romance

That’s why you’ll find

Somebody’s on my mind

(bridge)

To dream my dream

Could be my mistake

But I’d rather be wrong

And sleep right along

Than wake

Love may be blind

I’ll take my chances

That it cares this affairs

My real romance
That’s why you’ll find

Somebody’s on my mind

Wesley ‘Sox’ Wilson
8th, September 1949
W75242-A

Up in Harlem every Saturday night

Where the highbrows get together

It’s just too right

They all congregate and all night hop

And what they do is Ooh boppa da
Old Hanna Brown from way across town

Gets full of corn and starts

Bringing them down

And at the break of day

You can hear old Hanna say
Gimme me a pig foot and a bottle of beer

Send me a gate I don’t care

I feel just like I want to clown

Give the piano player a drink

Because he’s bringing me down
He’s got rhythm yeah, when he stomps his feet

He sends me right off to sleep

Cheek all your razors and your guns

We’re gonna be arrested when the wagon comes
Gimme a pig foot and a bottle of beer

Send me cause I don’t care

I want a pig foot and a bottle of gin

Send me Daddy move right in
I feel just like I want to shout

Give the piano player a drink

Because he’s knocking me out

He’s got rhythm when he stomps his feet

He moves me right off to sleep
Check all your razors and your guns

Do the Hucklebuck until the rising sun

Gimme a pig foot and a bottle of gin

Move me, ‘cause I’m in my sin

Gimme a pig foot and a bottle of beer

Billie Holiday & Curtis R. Lewis
30th, September 1949
W75344-A 

Hey fat daddy make up your mind

’Cause I’ve been waiting such a long, long time

Now baby or never ‘cause I been so good to you

Now baby or never ‘cause I’ve been so lonesome too

Now baby or never if I mean anything to you

Now baby or never ‘cause you wasted so much time

Now baby or never ‘cause you can’t make up your mind

Now baby or never and it ain’t no fault of mine

It’s got to be yes or no

It’s either you stay or go

You can’t leave me on the shelf

You gotta commit yourself

It’s either you will baby or won’t fall

In love with me

Gonna call you once more on the telephone

I’ll give you till twelve then I’ll be gone
Hey fat daddy make up your mind

‘Cause I’ve been waiting such a long, long time

Now baby or never ‘cause I been so good to you

Now baby or never ‘cause I’ve been so lonesome too

Now baby or never if I mean anything to you

Now baby or never ‘cause you wasted so much time

Now baby or never ‘cause you can’t make up your mind

Now baby or never and it ain’t no fault of mine

It’s got to be yes or no

It’s either you stay or go

You can’t leave me on the shelf

You gotta commit yourself

It’s either you will baby or won’t fall

In love with me

(short bridge)

I waited last night for you to call

You give me no consideration at all

It’s now baby or never ‘cause you wasted so much time

Now baby or never and you must make up your mind

Now babv or never and it ain’t no fault of mine

It’s got to be yes or no

It’s either you stay or go

You can’t leave me on the shelf

You gotta commit yourself

It’s either you will baby or won’t

You do baby or don’t

Either you will baby or won’t fall in love with me

Billie Holiday & Arthur Herzog Jr.
8th, March 1950
15416

The Gordon Jenkins Singer Chorus:

(Mama may have, Papa may have

But God bless the child that’s got his own)
Them that’s got shall get

Them that’s not shall lose

So the Bible said and it still is news

Mama may have Papa may have

But God bless the child that’s got his own

That’s got his own
Yes the strong gets more

While the weak ones fade

Empty pockets don’t ever make the grade

Mama may have, Papa may have

But God bless the child that’s got his own

That’s got his own
Money you’ve got lots of friends

Crowding round the door

When you’re gone and spending ends

They don’t come no more

Rich relations give

Crust of bread and such

You can help yourself

But don’t take too much

Mama may have Papa may have

But God bless the child that’s got his own

That’s got his own
(Choir)

(God bless the child The child that’s got his own)

Ernest Schweikert & Frank Reardon
8th, March 1950
15417

(The Gordon Jenkins Singer Chorus)

When I hear them say

There’s better living

Let them go their way

To that new living

I won’t ever stray

’Cause this is heaven to me
Long as freedom grows

(Long as freedom grows)

I want to seek it if it’s yes or no

(If it’s yes or no)

It’s me who’ll speak it

‘Cause the lord, he knows

That this is heaven to me
If you’ve got your hands

And got your feet

To plow your land

And cut your wheat

You raise your head

When night is done

Shout your thanks up to the sun
So when I hear them say

(Go away, go away)

There’s better living
Let them go their way

(Go away, go away)

To that new living

I won’t ever stray

‘Cause this is heaven to me
‘Cause this is heaven to me

Spencer Williams & Max Kortlander
29th, August 1949
W75203-A

One dark and stormy night

Big John was feeling blue

Ain’t he didn’t seem right

So he didn’t know just what to do

I said do please tell me

Ain’t you satisfied

He looked around so pitiful

And to me he replied

Keeps on raining

Look how it’s raining

Daddy he can’t make no time

Wind keeps blowing

Cold wind’s blowing

Soon I’ll find
In the winter time

When it starts to snow

I know Billie

You’ve got to have some dough

Keeps on raining

Look how it’s raining

Daddy he can’t make no time

(bridge)

Ain’t the rain just beautiful

Some people say

But I’d rather see it

In a fine movie play

Keeps on raining

Look how it’s raining

Your Daddy he can’t make no time

No Daddy he can’t make no time

Lyrics and Music by:
Maceo Pinkard & William Tracey & Doris Tauber
29th, August 1949
W75204-A

I fell in love with you the first time I looked into

Them there eyes

You have a certain little cute way of flirting with

Them there eyes

They make me feel so happy

They make me feel so blue

I’m falling

No stalling

In a great big way for you
My heart is jumpin
‘
You started something with

Them there eyes

You better look out little brown eyes if you’re wise

They sparkle

They bubble

They gonna get you in a whole lot of trouble

Ah, baby
Them there eyes

(bridge)

I fell in love with you the first time I looked into

You have a certain little cute way of flirting

They make me feel so happy

They make me feel so blue

Falling, no stalling

In a great big way for you
My heart is jumpin
‘
You started something with

Them there eyes

You better look out little brown eyes if you’re wise

Sparkle

Bubble

Get you in a whole lot of trouble

I’m looking for the boy with the wishful eye

I fell in love with

Them there eyes

Eddie DeLange & Louis Alter
27th, December 1946
W73767-A

When the moon’s kind of dreamy
Starry eyed and dreamy
And nights are luscious and long

If you’re kind of lonely

And all by your only
Then nothin’ but the blues are brewin’

The blues are brewin’
When the wind through the willow
Blows across your pillow
And tells you sleepin’ is wrong
If love goes a thirsting
Till you feel like bursting
Then nothing but the blues are brewin’

The blues are brewin’
Suppose you want somebody
But you ain’t got nobody
You only get a gleam in your eyes
Till somebody’s found you
And puts their lovin’ arms around you
You got the feelin’ you want to die
But when the
Lord up above you
Sends someone to love you
The blues are something you loose
You’re so busy doing
The things that you’re doing
That love ain’t got no time
For brewin’ the blues

(bridge)

But when the
Lord up above you
Sends someone to love you
The blues are something you loose
You’re so busy doing
The things that you’re doing
That love ain’t got no time

For brewin’ the blues
The blues

Wesley ‘Sox’ Wilson
8th, September 1949
W75241-A

If I call three times a day

Come and drive my blues away

When you come be ready to play

Do your duty
If you want to have some love

Give your baby your last buck

Don’t come quacking like a duck

Do your duty
I heard you said you didn’t love me

(Down?) as Mrs. Brown

I don’t believe a word they say

She’s the (lyinest?) woman in town
When I need attention at home

I’ll call you on the phone

Come yourself

Don’t send your friend Jones

Do your duty

(short bridge)

If my radiator gets too hot

Cool it off in a lot of spots

Give me all the service you’ve got

Do your duty
If you don’t know what it’s all about

Don’t sit around my house and pout

If you do you’ll catch your Mama tipping now

Do your duty
If you make your own bed hard

That’s the way (?)

I’m tired of sleeping by myself

But you too dumb to realize
I’m not trying to make you feel blue

I’m not satisfied with the way you do

I’ve got to help you find somebody too

Do your duty