Jacob Miller and the Bridge City Crooners piosenki

I'm feeling happy I'm feeling fine I've got a gal And all we got to spend is time I've got a proposition For a new romance Gonna lace up my wingtip shoes Gonna ask that gal to dance Dance with me now Please darlin' won't you show me how (ye...

I've been down on the East side of town Just about all my life Movin up to the West side soon (Yes I am) I got a sweet darling girl, I'm gonna treat her right Hop the street car and chase away these blues I'm gonna get a house with a Chandelier that shine...

The night we met you looked so blue: Someone had broken your heart in two. I helped to mend your broken heart, Now my heart is break in two. I make you laugh, I make you smile, I made your (?) life still worth while. I helped to mend your broken heart,...

The sky above is misty blue and hazy My troubles all seem miles away, Even Mr. Bumblee Bee acts lazy This is a lazy kind of day The breeze is sighing softly through the treetops In a soft half hearted kind of way If you listen you can hear a pin d...

Some days the skies are grey Some days they're clear and blue When things just aren't going my way 'Gonna take a chance, dream a dream on something new Sure I've had my share of trouble Played some games I know I couldn't win This thing called lif...

In bridge city, a man you might know Tough and clean, his name is Dean, on Haight street he did grow When he was a boy, with his razors he did play, Dreaming of the man he's known as today He grew up strong, and proud, grew up firm but fair, He's sh...

She ain't my baby no more (No, no she ain't) She ain't my baby no more She packed her bags for to go away She said that she gone to stay She ain't my bay-bay-baby no more I remember the first time our eyes they did meet What a feelin' that was I...

Oh she's got something sweet Something that I hear's a treat Oh babe lend me a cup of sugar For my tea Oh she's got something swell Can't be beat how can I tell I don't know but I been told That woman's sugar is sweet Oh.. And I know know k...

A stroll along the lake on Sunday afternoon, Or hearing Benny Goodman play our favorite tune Oh how you would laugh each time that I’d begin to swoon, That’s what I miss about you The little slams you’d throw at every chance you could I sometimes wo...