Alexandru Andries - Country & Western Greatest Hits

Alexandru Andrieş - Country & Western Greatest Hits III (1986)

Late at Night

When you're coming late at night
And the world is out of sight,
Silence's the only one sound...
In the bed where dreamers lay
If the sleep turns far away
Your mind is wandering 'round...

There's a bottle on the desk
Of the wine that she loved best,
You could taste a little glass for a try,
But it won't work, no...
You could smoke the long cigar
Still awaiting on the bar
And then ask your little star
If she's really gone, yeah...

When you're coming late at night
And the world is out of sight,
Turn all your sorrows away...

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh...

Flowers on the window pane
Make the room look still the same,
But it's just a little game
And you know it won't work, no,
Light the candle, drink the wine
And pretend you just feel fine,
But you know there'll be a time
When you'll miss her so much...

When you're coming late at night
And the world is out of sight,
Turn all your sorrows away...

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh...

When you're coming late at night
And the world is out of sight,
Turn all your sorrows away...

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh...

The Gambler
(Kenny Rogers, 1980, text un pic altfel)

On a warm summer's evenin',
On a train bound for nowhere,
I met up with the gambler,
We were both too tired to sleep,
So we took turns a-staring
Out the window 'n' at the darkness,
Till boredom overtook us,
And he commenced to speak.

He said: "Son, I've made a life
Of readin' people's faces
And knowin' what all the cards were
By the way they held their eyes,
And if you don't mind my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a taste of your whiskey
I'll give you some advice!"

So I handed him my bottle,
And he drank down my last swallow,
And he bummed a cigarette at
And then he bummed a light,
The night got dread and quiet
And his face lost all expression,
He said: "If you're gonna play the game, boy,
You gotta learn to play it right!"

"Now, you've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to pull (fold 'em?)
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table,
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealing's done!"

Said: "Every gambler knows
That the secret to survival
Is knowin' what to go (throw?) away
And knowin' what to keep:
There's a hand of winners
Like any hands of losers,
And the best you could hope for
Is to die in your sleep."

And when he finished speakin'
He turned back to the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And laid off to sleep,
And somewhere in the darkness,
The gambler, he broke even (aici se aude totuşi un L!)
And in his final words I found
An aid (ace?) that I could keep:

So you've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to pull (fold 'em?)
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run,
And you never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table,
There'll be time enough for counting
When the dealing's done.

Ah, you've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to pull (fold 'em)
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run,
And you never count your money
When you're sitting at the table,
There'll be time enough for counting
When the dealing's done...

There'll be time enough for counting
When the dealing's done!

Gone At Last
(Paul Simon, 1975)

The night was black, the roads were icy,
Snow was fallin', drifts were high
And I was weary from my driving
And I stopped to rest for a while.
I sat down at a truck stop,
I was thinking about my past:
I've had a long streak of that bad luck,
But I'm praying it's gone at last!

Gone at last, (gone at last)
Gone at last, (gone at last)
Gone at last, (gone at last)
Gone at last, (gone at last)
I've had a long (I had a long) streak of that bad luck
But I'm praying it's gone at last!
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

I ain't dumb, I kicked around some,
I don't fall too easily,
But that boy looked so dejected,
He just grabbed my sympathy...
Sweet little soul, now, what's your problem?
Tell me why you're so downcast?
I've had a long streak of that bad luck
But I pray it's gone at last!

Gone at last, (gone at last)
Gone at last, (gone at last)
Gone at last, (gone at last)
Gone at last, (gone at last)
I had a long (I had a long) streak of that bad luck
But I pray it's gone at last...
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Once in a while from out of nowhere,
When you don't expect it, and you're unprepared,
Somebody will come and lift you higher
And your burdens will be shared.
Yes, I do believe, if I hadn't met you,
I might still be sinking fast,
I've had a long streak of that bad luck,
But I pray it's gone at last!

Gone, gone,gone (gone at last)
Gone at last, (gone at last)
Gone at last, (gone at last)
It's gone at last, (gone at last)
I had a long (I had a long) streak of that bad luck,
But I pray it's gone at last,
Gone at last, (gone at last)
Gone at last, (gone at last)
Gone at last, (gone at last)
Gone at last, (gone at last)
I had a long (I had a long) streak of that bad luck,
But I'm praying it's gone at last!

Lorraine
(Cocaine, Rev. Gary Davis, additional lyrics by Jackson Browne & Glenn Frey 1977)

You take Sally and I'll take Sue,
There ain't no difference between them two,
Lorraine
Running all round my brain...

Headin' out Scott, turnin' up Main
Looking for that girl who's like Lorraine
Lorraine
Running all round my brain...

Oh momma, come here quick,
That old Lorraine is making me sick
Lorraine
Running all round my brain...

Late last night about a quarter past four
Someone came knockin' down my hotel room door
Where's Lorraine?
It's running all round my brain...

I was talking to my doctor
Down at the hospital,
He said, "Son, it says here you're twenty-seven,
But that's impossible, you know!
Lorraine
Made you look like you could be forty-four..."

Now losing touch with reality
Kiss on a blow
She's such a fine girl, I hate to see her go...
Lorraine
Running all round my brain...

You Ain't Going Nowhere
(Bob Dylan, 1977)

Clouds so swift
The rain won't lift,
Gate won't close,
Railings froze,
Get your mind off wintertime,
You ain't goin' nowhere!
Whoo-ee! Ride me high,
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come!
Whoo-ee! Are we gonna fly
Down into the easy chair!

I don't care
How many letters they sent,
Morning came and morning went,
Pick up your money
And pack up your tent,
You ain't goin' nowhere!
Whoo-ee! Ride me high,
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come!
Whoo-ee! Are we gonna fly
Down into the easy chair!

Buy me a flute
And a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes,
Strap yourself
To the tree with roots
For you ain't goin' nowhere!
Whoo-ee! Ride me high,
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come!
Whoo-ee! Are we gonna fly
Down into the easy chair!

Whoo-ee! Ride me high,
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come!
Whoo-ee! Are we gonna fly
Down into the easy chair!

If Not for You
(Bob Dylan, 1970)

If not for you,
Babe, I couldn't find the door,
Couldn't even see the floor,
I'd be sad and blue,
If not for you.

If not for you,
Babe, I'd lay awake all night,
Wait for the mornin' light
To shine in through,
But it would not be new,
If not for you...

If not for you
My sky would fall,
Rain would gather too,
Without your love I'd be nowhere at all,
I'd be lost if not for you,
And you know it's true, my baby...

If not for you
My sky would fall,
Rain would gather too,
Without your love I'd be nowhere at all,
I'd be lost if not for you,
And you know it's true...

If not for you,
Winter would have no spring,
Couldn't hear a robin sing,
Wouldn't have a clue,
And it wouldn't ring true,
If not for you,
If not for you,
If not for you,
If not for you,
If not for you,
If not for you...

Be Back Tomorrow
(???)

Never thought I'd come around you
But one day I just have found you
Sitting by a drugstore frying,
In the morning after

You had eyes of gold and honey
Everything in you spelled "money"
When I told you I was broke
You had a little laughter

And said you'll be back tomorrow
Yeah, said you'll be back tomorrow...

I had eyes to keep and need you,
I had milk and cheese to feed you,
You were walking through my rooms
A-rolling and a-singin',

Then I took you home for sleeping
In the hall the light was dripping
I could have stayed a little longer
But the bell was ringing,

I said I'll be back tomorrow,
I said I'll be back tomorrow...

Now I'm giving you this warning:
Think about tomorrow morning
When you'll wake up without me
And no one else around you...

You're so nice and you're so pretty,
You're so smart and you're so witty,
You're too much for me to bear,
I think no one can stand you...

I may not be back tomorrow,
I may not be back tomorrow...

If you got somebody near you
Always there to help and hear you,
Loving you was I just here it
Love to be protected

Don't be silly to come near me
But I took it off ? fear me
I've got to go to some place else
Where I won't be rejected

But I'll just be back tomorrow,
Yes I'll just be back tomorrow,
Oh, I'll just be back tomorrow,
I'll just be back tomorrow.

Gasoline Alley
(Rod Stewart+Ron Wood au o altă versiune, cu alte cuvinte 1970)

Take my things and hug me when the first car comes
Tell the driver not to let me out
For the single copy of the magazine
?? of biggest love and shout

Take me back, carry me home
To the Gasoline Alley where I'm coming from...
Take me back, carry me home
To the Gasoline Alley where I'm coming from...

When I'm downin' out and no one's at my door,
When the bottle's empty on the chair,
When the dust is golden on my furniture
And the birds are dancing happy in the air,

Take me back, carry me home
To the Gasoline Alley where I'm coming from...
Take me back, carry me home
To the Gasoline Alley where I'm coming from...

Turn the key and let the postman in my room
Full of wooly? music and the sound
Fill my eyes with images I knew so well
Tell my neighbor I'm just havin' bound

Bring the boats along and help me get inside
Let me hear the river on 'em flow
There's a language waiting just for me
All the golden medal from his glow

Take me back, carry me home
To the Gasoline Alley where I'm coming from...
Take me back, carry me home
To the Gasoline Alley where I'm coming from...
Take me back, carry me home
To the Gasoline Alley where I'm coming from...
Take me back, carry me home
To the Gasoline Alley where I'm coming from...

Mouth of Texas
(propusă de Electrecord, de fapt New Cut Road - Guy Clark). Versurile originale sînt astea:

Coalman Bonner was a fiddle playin' fool.
He was a backwoods rounder and a breaker of mules.
Coalman Bonner's got a wor' out bow,
He been playin' two days down a new cut road.

Now Coalman's little sister said 'you better act right,
Your Daddy's going to Louisville, He'll be back tonight.
He gonna get another wagon and a good pair of mules.
Oh, we gonna move to Texas, We just waitin' on mules.

Now Coalman's Daddy, he pulled up in the yard
He said 'back up your lives kids, it's getting' too hard.
Kentucky's alright but there's too many people
Well, just the other day, I thought I saw a church steeple.

Now Coalman said 'Daddy don't you worry 'bout me,
I'm gonna stay here in Kentucky till the day I dee
I'm wanna drink that sour mash, I'm gonna raise that mare
Ya, I got me a woman with a foxy red hair

We all been movin' west since the day he got married
I'm getting' off the wagon, I'm too old to be carried
I'm gonna stay in Kentucky where the blue grass grows
I'm gonna play it all night down a new cut road.

Now Coalman's Daddy said, "What's it all comin' to,
Young people these days are just stubborn as mules."
He can't make um go, he's too old for that
It's that damned ol' fiddle and that bowler hat.

Now Coalman's Momma said, "Let the boy stay,
'Cause he's raised up solid, he can find his own way
But as for me, Honey, I'm with you
Well I always thought Kentucky was just passin' through.

Coalman's little sister, she started in a cry
And her Daddy shook his head for the very last time
Coalman's Momma said, "Somebody gotta do it,
Wouldn't be no Kentucky, less you didn't stick to it, Coalman.

Coalman Bonner stood on the porch of that cabin
Watched um all go to Texas in a covered wagon
He pulled out his fiddle and he rosined up his bow
And he played a little tune down a new cut road...

I'll Be Your Baby Tonight
(Bob Dylan)

Close your eyes, close the door,
You don't have to worry anymore,
I'll be your baby tonight.

Shut the light, shut the shade,
You don't have to be afraid,
I'll be your baby tonight.

That mockingbird's gonna sail away,
We're gonna forget it.
That big, fat moon is gonna shine like a spoon,
We're gonna let it,
You won't regret it!

Kick your shoes off, do not fear,
Bring that bottle over here,
I'll be your baby tonight.

Close your eyes, close the door,
You don't have to worry any more,
I'll be your baby tonight.

That mockingbird's gonna sail away,
We're gonna forget it...
That big, fat moon is gonna shine like a spoon,
We're gonna let it,
You won't regret it.

Kick your shoes off, do not fear,
Bring that bottle over here.
I'll be your baby tonight.

Playing in the Street
(J.J. Cale, cu alte versuri)

No one in the alley
Stomp your weary feet
Everybody's somewhere
Who you want to meet?
A band is singing somewhere
You can hear the beat,
Come and hear me honey,
I'm playing in the street.

Never got the nerve
To do it on my own,
But if year has ended,
The black burn has flown,
The band is all around me,
You can stomp your feet,
Come and hear me honey,
I'm playing in the street

Poker 'round the table,
Whiskey at the bar,
You can win a fortune,
Ask your lucky star!
Everybody's happy,
Everyone you meet,
Come and hear me honey,
I'm playing in the street.

Evangeline
(Robbie Robertson, Emmylou Harris 1981)

She stands on the banks of the mighty Mississippi
Longing to tell the by?? (alone in the pale moonlight)
Waitin' for a man, a rambler and a gambler
Said that he'll return tonight...
They used to walk on the banks of the mighty Mississippi
Love her the whole night through
Till the river cutter gambler (went) off to make a killin'
(And) bring him back to you...
Evangeline, Evangeline
Curses the soul of the Mississippi Queen
That pulled her man away...

Bayou Stan from the South Louisiana
Had gambling in his veins,
Evangeline from the Maritime
Was slowly goin' insane.
Fly (high?) on the top of the Hickory Hill
Standing alone in the thunder,
Down on the river so far a-sinkin'
She watched the Queen go under.
Evangeline, Evangeline
Curses the soul of the Mississippi Queen
That pulled her man away...
Evangeline, Evangeline
Curses the soul of the Mississippi Queen
That pulled her man away.

Skagway Country Rag
(??)

And if one day I will die,
I will die in the Skagway,
And if one day I will die,
You'll never know the time!