Billie Holiday
7th, June 1940
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Tell me more and more and then some

You know what I long to hear

I want more and more and then some

Of that I Love You Only Dear
Tell me more and more and then some

The way that you feel and then

When you’ve told that old sweet story

And you’re through, start right in again

I’ve made that old mistake

Know the awful ache

Of a heart that’s double crossed

The waitin’s been so long

It’s hard to be believing

If I’ve missed my guess, happiness is lost
Tell me more and more and then some

You know how I love that stuff

Whisper on from now ‘til Doomsday

But I never will hear enough

(bridge)

I’ve made that old mistake

Know the awful ache

Of a heart that’s double crossed

The waitin’s been so long

It’s hard to be believing

If miss my guess happiness is lost
Tell me more and more and then some

You know how that I love that stuff

Whisper on from now ‘til Doomsday

But I never will hear enough

Nick Kenney & Charles F. Kenney & C. Todd & B. Todd
7th, June 1940
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Don’t mind the rain drops

Wait till the rain stops

Smile through your tears laughing at life

No road is lonely if you will only

Loose all your blues laughing at life

Live for tomorrow be happy today

Laugh all your sorrows away

Start now and cheer up

The skies will clear up

Loose all your blues laughing at life

(bridge)

Don’t mind the rain drops

Wait till the rain stops

You’ll find the sun laughing at life

No road is lonely if you will only

Smile through your tears laughing at life

Live for tomorrow be happy today

Laugh all your sorrows away

Start now and cheer up

The skies will clear up

Loose all your blues laughing at life

M. Field & N. Oliphant
12th, September 1940
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The same old story

It’s as old as the stars above

The same old story

Of a boy and a girl in love

The scenes say more moonlight

The times say more June night

Romance’s the thing

Two hearts away deep in a dream
The same old story

It’s been told much too much before

The same old story

But it’s worth telling just once more

It’s all fun and laughter

They lived ever after in ecstasy

The same old story but it’s new to me

(bridge)

The same old story
It’s been told much too much before

The same old story

But it’s worth telling just once more

It’s all fun and laughter

They lived ever after in ecstasy

The same old story but it’s new to me

D. Roberts & E. Gold
12th, September 1940
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If practice makes perfect

Let’s try that old embrace
In some romantic place

Where we can take our time
If practice makes perfect

Just close your eyes again

We’ll try those sights again

And make them more sublime
We’re in love’s kindergarten

Learning from A to Z

And if it’s fun just starting

Think what it’s going to be
If practice makes perfect
Let’s have that kiss again

We must’n miss again

We’re not doing bad right now

(bridge)

We’re in love’s kindergarten

Learning from A to Z

And if it’s fun just starting

Think what it’s going to be
If practice makes perfect

Let’s have that kiss again

We must’n miss again

We’re not doing bad
Let’s practice some more

We’re not doing bad right now

Bresler & Wynn
12th, September 1940
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Let our friends say what they want to say

If I’m wrong I’ll be the one to pay

No matter if it’s true

You’ll find that I’m all for you
Let the cards predict we’ll drift apart

And the stars foretell a broken heart

No matter if they do

You’ll find that I’m all for you
I only know come what may

You’ll always find me by your side

I may be a fool
Time alone will decide
Let them all say that it’s just a game
And I’m sure to lose

But just the same no matter if I do

You’ll find that I’m all for you

(bridge)

I only know come what may

You’ll always find me by your side
I may be a fool

Time alone will decide
Let them all say that it’s just a game

And I’m sure to lose

But just the same no matter if I do

You’ll find that I’m all for you

Lyrics : Frank Loesser 
Music : Burton Lane
12th, September 1940
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I hear music

Mighty fine music

The murmur of a morning breeze up there

The rattle of the milkman on the stair
Sure that’s music

Mighty fine music

The singing of a sparrow in the sky

The perking of the coffee right nearby

That’s my favorite melody

You my angel phoning me

I hear music

Mighty fine music

And anytime I think my world is wrong

I get me out of bed and sing this song

(bridge)

I hear music

Mighty fine music

The murmur of a morning breeze up there

The rattle of the milkman on the stair
Sure that’s music

Mighty fine music

The singing of a sparrow in the sky

The perking of the coffee right nearby

That’s my favorite melody

You my angel phoning me

I hear music

Mighty fine music

And anytime I think my world is wrong

I get me out of bed and sing this song

Arthur Herzog Jr. & Irene Kitchings
7th, June 1940
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I’m pulling through and it’s because of you

When I was stranded came your helping hand

Lonely hurt I had not known which way to turn

‘Til you said That’s bad, not tears, just laugh and learn
I’m pulling through and it’s because of you

You made me see how lovely life could be

Lifted up my heart and made me count the cost

To find I’d gained not lost
When I thought that hope was really gone

You showed me I was wrong

And you taught me how to carry on

Thanks for the lift in time and thanks for this song
I’m pulling through and it’s because of you

I’d do the same for you if your turn came

Hope it never will for I’ve been through the mill

I won’t forget this debt

I’m pulling through

(bridge)

When I thought that hope was really gone

You showed me I was wrong

And you taught me how to carry on
Thanks for the lift in time and thanks for this song
I’m pulling through and it’s because of you

I’d do the same for you if your turn came

Hope it never will for I’ve been through the mill

I won’t forget this debt

I’m pulling trough

Lyrics : Harold Adamson & Mack Gordon
Music : Vincent Youmans
7th, June 1940
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Time on my hands you in my arms

Nothing but love in view

Then if you fall once and for all

I’ll see my dreams come true

Moments to spare

With someone you care for

One love affair for two

And so with time on my hands

And you in my arms

And love in my heart all for you

(bridge)

Moments to spare

With someone you care for

One love affair for two

And so with time on my hands

And you in my arms

And love in my heart all for you

W.C. Handy
15th, October 1940
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I hate to see that ev’nin’ sun go down

I hate to see that ev’nin’ sun go down

‘Cause my baby, he’s done, lef dis town

Feelin’ tomorrow lak ah feel today

If I’m feeling tomorrow lak ah feel today

I’ll pack my trunk make ma getaway

St. Louis woman wid her diamon’ rings

Pulls dat man roun’ by her apron strings

‘Twasn’t for powder an’ her store bought hair

Da man I love wouldn’t have gone nowhere, nowhere

I got de St. Louis Blues

Blue as ah can be

Dat man’s got a heart lak a rock cast in the sea

Or else he wouldn’t have gone so far from me

(bridge)

I love my man lak a schoolboy loves his pie

Lak a Kentucky col’nel loves his mint and rye

I’ll love my baby till the day ah die

W.C. Handy
15th, October 1940
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Love is like a hydrant turns off and on

Like some friendships when your money’s gone

Love stands in with the loan sharks when your heart’s in tongs
If I had some strong wings like an aeroplane

Had some broad wings like an aeroplane

I would fly away forever

Never to come again
Oh love oh love oh loveless love

Has said our hearts are goldless gold

From milkless milk and silkless silk

We are growing used to soul-less souls
Such grafting times we never saw

That’s why we have a pure full law

In everything we find a flaw

Even love oh love oh loveless love

(bridge)

Just to fly away from loveless love

Lyrics and Music by Cole Porter
21st, March 1941
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Chinks do it. Japs do it

Upper Lapland little Lapps do it

Let’s do it

Let’s fall in love
In Spain the best upper sets do it

Lithuanians and Let’s do it

Let’s do it
Let’s fall in love

The Dutch in old Amsterdam do it

Not to mention the Finns

Folks in Siam do it

Think of Siamese twins

Some Argentines without means do it

People say in Boston even beans do it

Let’s do it
Let’s fall in love

(bridge)

Sponges they say do it

Oysters down in Oyster Bay do it

Let’s do it let’s fall in love
Cold Cape Cod clams

‘Gainst their wish do it

Even lazy jelly fish do it

Let’s do it
Let’s fall in love

Electric eels I might add do it

Though it shocks’em I know

Why ask if shad do it

Waiter bring me shad roeK

In the shallow shoals English soles do it

Goldfish in privacy of bowls do it
Let’s do it

We’ll do it
Let’s do it

Let’s fall in love

Lyrics : Stuart Gorrell
Music : Hoagy Carmichael
21st, March 1941
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Georgia

Georgia 
The whole day through

Just an old sweet song 
Keeps Georgia on my mind
Georgia

Georgia 
A song of you

Comes as sweet and clear 
As moonlight through the pines
 

Other arms reach out to me

Other eyes smile tenderly

Still in peaceful dreams I see 
The road leads back to you
 

Georgia

Georgia 
No peace I find

Just and old sweet song 
Keeps Georgia on my mind

(bridge)

Georgia

Georgia 
No peace I find

Just and old sweet song 
Keeps Georgia on my mind

Sam Coslow & G. Nelsen 
21st, March 1941
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Romance in the dark with you

All at once I knew

Darling love was near

I thrill to my finger tips

I could feel your lips

Darling oh so near
The music was so entrancing

The lights all began to fade

I said to myself keep dancing

But only my heart obeyed

A flame grew from just a spark

When I found romance in the dark with you

(bridge)

The music was so entrancing

The lights all began to fade

I said to myself keep dancing

But only my heart obeyed

A flame grew from just a spark

When I found romance in the dark with you

Lyrics and Music: Seymour Simons & Gerald Marks
21st, March 1941
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All of me

Why not take all of me

Can’t you see

I’m no good without you

Take my lips

I want to loose them

Take my arms

I’ll never use them
Your good-bye 
Left me with eyes that cry

How can I 
Go on dear without you

You took the part 
That once was my heart

So why not take 
All of me?

(bridge)

All of me

Why not take all of me

Can’t you see

I’m no good without you

Take my lips

I want to loose them

Take my arms

I’ll never use them
Your good-bye 
Left me with eyes that cry

How can I 
Go on dear without you

You took the best

So why not take the rest

Baby, take all of me

Lyrics & Music : Billie Holiday & Arthur Herzog Jr.
9th, May 1941
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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

(short bridge)

Mama may have Papa may have

But God bless the child that’s got his own

That’s got his own
He just don’t worry ‘bout nothing

‘Cause he’s got his own

Lyrics :  Eddie DeLange & Irving Mills
Music : Duke Ellington 
9th, May 1941
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In my solitude you’ll haunt me

With reveries of days gone by

In my solitude you’ll taunt me

With memories that never die

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 back my love

(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

Nelson A. Shawn & Caesar Petrillo & Edward Ross &Milton Samuels
7th, August 1941
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Jim doesn’t ever bring me pretty flowers

Jim never tries to cheer my lonely hours

Don’t know why I’m so crazy for Jim
Jim never tells me I’m his heart’s desire

I never seem to set his love afire

Gone are the years I’ve wasted on him
Sometimes when I get feeling low

I say let’s call it quits

Then I hang on and let him go

Breaking my heart in bits
Someday I know that Jim will up and leave me

But even if he does you can believe me

I’ll go on carrying the torch for Jim

(bridge)

Sometimes when I get feeling low

I say let’s call it quits

Then I hang on and let him go

Breaking my heart in bits
Someday I know that Jim will up and leave me

But even if he does you can believe me

I’ll go on carrying the torch for Jim
I’ll go on loving my Jim

Lyrics : Gus Kahn
Music : Walter Donaldson
7th, August 1941
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This suspense is killing me

I can’t stand uncertainty

Tell me now I’ve got to know

Whether you want me to stay or go

Love me or leave me

Or let me be lonely

You won’t believe me 
I love you only

I’d rather be lonely

Then happy with somebody else
You might find the nighttime
The right time for kissing

But nighttime is my time

For just reminiscing

Regretting
Instead of forgetting with somebody else
 

There’ll be no one

Unless that someone is you

I intend to be independently blue

I want your love

But I don’t want to borrow

To have it today 
To give back tomorrow

For your love is my love

There’s no love for nobody else

(bridge)

There’ll be no one

Unless that someone is you

I intend to be independently blue

I want your love

But I don’t want to borrow

To have it today 
And to give back tomorrow

For your love is my love

There’s no love for nobody else

R. Jacobs
9th, May 1941
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I’m in a low-down groove

From carrying a torch for you

Oh, what a low-down groove

Really don’t know what to do
My heart has no sense of humor

Dear as far as you’re concerned

It’s more than a Winchell rumor

This time I really got burned

I don’t need a song to prove

That I’m in such a low-down groove

(bridge)

My heart has no sense of humor

Dear as far as you’re concerned

It’s more than a Winchell rumor

This time I really got burned

I don’t need a song to prove

That I’m in such a low-down groove

Lyrics : Laszlo Javor & Sam M. Lewis
Music : Rezso Seress
7th, August 1941
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Sunday is gloomy my hours are slumberless

Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless

Little white flowers will never awaken you

Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you

Angels have no thought of ever returning you

Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy is Sunday with shadows I spend it all

My heart and I have decided to end it all

Soon there’ll be candles and prayers that are sad I know

But let them not weep let them know that I’m glad to go

Death is no dream for in death I’m caressing you

With the last breath of my soul I’ll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
Dreaming, I was only dreaming

I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart dear

Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you

My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday