Stolen Moments

(m. pinkard/w. tracy/d. tauber)

I fell in love with you
The first time i looked into
Them there eyes
'cause 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 jumping
You started something with
Them there eyes
You better look out
Little brown eyes
If you're wise

They sparkle, they bubble
Gonna get you in a whole lotta trouble
Ooh baby, them there eyes

(l. allan)

Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots
Black bodies swingin' in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh
And 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

(b. holiday)

My man don't love me
Treats me oh so mean
My man, he don't love me
Treats me 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 daddy
I'll stay home every day
If you treat me right daddy
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 just like a faucet
It turns off and on

Some times when you think it's on baby
It has turned off and gone

(b. holiday/a. herzog, jr.)

Them that's god shall get
Them that's not shall lose
So the bible says
And it still is news

Momma may have
Poppa may have
But god bless the child
That's got his own
That's got his own

Yeah, the strong gets more
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don't
Ever make the grade

Momma may have
Poppa may have
But god bless the child
That's got his own
That's got his own

Money, you've got lots of friends
Crowdin' round the door
When it's gone and
Spendin' ends
They don't come no more

Rich realations give
A crust of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much

Momma may have
Poppa may have
But god bless the child
That's got his own
That's got his own

(i. higgenbotham/e. drake/d. fisher)

Goodmorning heartache
You all gloomy sight
Goodmorning heartache
Thought we said goodbye last night
I tossed and turned
Until it seemed you had gone
But here you are with the dawn

Wish i'd forget you
But you're here to stay
It seems i met you
When my love went away
Now every day i start by
Saying to you
Goodmorning heartache, what's new?

Stop haunting me now
Can't shake you no how
Just leave me alone
I've got those monday blues
Straight through sunday blues

Goodmorning heartache
Here we go again
Goodmorning heartache
You're the one who knew me well
Might as well get used to you
Hangin' around
Goodmorning heartache
Sit down

(richard rodgers/lorentz hart)

There's a small hotel
With a wishing well
I wish that we were there, together

There's a bridal suite
Two rooms, soft and sweet
I wish that we were there together

Looking through the window
You can see a distant steeple
Not a sign of people who needs people

When the wishing well
Says goodnight sleep well
We'll thank that small hotel, together

(w. wilson)

Up in harlem every saturday night
Were the highbrows get together, just to write
They all congregate at an allnite hack
What they do is ooh papa dah

Ol' hannah brown, way cross town
Gets full of corn and starts brining 'em down
And at the break of day
You can hear ol' hannah say

Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me daddy, move right down
I feel just like i wanna clown
Give the piano player a drink
Because he's bringing me down

He's got rhythm, when he stomps his feet
He moves me right off to sleep
Check all your razors and your guns
We're gonna be arrested when the wagon comes

Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me 'cause i don't care

I want a pigfoot and a bottle of gin
Send me daddy, move right in
Feel just like i wanna shop
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
We're gonna do the huckabuck until the rising sun

Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of gin
Move me 'cause i don't care
I want a pigfoot and a bottle of beer

(h. woods)

Ooh, what a little moonlight can do
Ooh, what a little moonlight can do to you

You're in love
Your hearts a flutter
And all day long you only shutter
'cause your poor tongue
Just won't utter the words "i love you"

Ooh, what a little moonlight can do
Wait a while
'till the little moonbeams comes peeking through
You get bold
You can't resist him
All you say
When you kissed him is
Ooh, what a little moonlight can do

(j. davis/j. sherman/r. ramirez)

I don't know why
But i'm feeling so sad
I long to try
Something i never had

Never had no kissing
Ooh, what i've been missing
Lover man oh, where can you be

The night is cold
And i'm so all alone
I'll give my soul
Just to call you my own

Hugging and kissing
Ooh, what we've been missing
Lover man oh, where can you be

I've heard it say
That the thrill of romance
Can be like a heavenly dream

I go to bed
With the 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 kissing
Ooh, what we've been missing
Lover man oh, where can you be

I've heard it say
That the thrill of romance
Can be like a heavenly dream

I go to bed
With the 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 kissing
Ooh, what we've been missing
Lover man oh, where can you be