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Harry Connick Jr.
Harry Connick Jr.


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Настоящее имя Joseph Harry Fowler Connick, Jr.
Дата рождения 11 сентября 1967 г.
Откуда New Orleans, Louisiana, United States
Жанры Swing
Traditional pop
Big band
Jazz-Funk
Годы 1977—н.в.
Лейблы Columbia Records
Сайт Website



Альбом Harry Connick Jr.


Oh, My Nola (30.01.2007)
30.01.2007
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Workin' in a coalmine goin' down down down
Workin' in a coalmine whew about to slip down
Workin' in a coalmine goin' down down down
Workin' in a coalmine whew about to slip down

Five o'clock in the mornin' already up and gone
Lord I'm so tired how long can this go on

Workin' in a coalmine goin' down down down
Workin' in a coalmine whew about to slip down
Workin' in a coalmine goin' down down down
Workin' in a coalmine whew about to slip down

Y'know I make a little money haulin' coal by the ton
When saturday rolls around I'm too tired for havin' fun

Workin' in a coalmine goin' down down down
Workin' in a coalmine whew about to slip down
Workin' in a coalmine goin' down down down
Workin' in a coalmine whew about to slip down

Workin' in a coalmine goin' down down down
Workin' in a coalmine whew about to slip down
Workin' in a coalmine goin' down down down
Workin' in a coalmine whew about to slip down

Five o'clock in the mornin' I'm already up and gone
Lord I'm so tired how long can this go on

Workin' in a coalmine goin' down down down
Workin' in a coalmine whew about to slip down
Workin' in a coalmine goin' down down down
Workin' in a coalmine whew about to slip down

. . .


On one summer's day,
The Sun was shinin' fine,
The lady love of old Bill Bailey
Was hangin' clothes on the line
In her back yard,
And weepin' hard.

She married a B&O brakeman
That took and throwed her down,
Bellerin' like a prune-fed calf
With a big gang hanging round
And to that crowd,
She hollered loud

[Chorus:]
Won't you come home, Bill Bailey
Won't you come home?
She moans the whole day long.
I'll do the cookin', darling
I'll pay the rent,
I know I've done you wrong;
'member that rainy eve that
I threw you out,
With nothing but a fine-tooth comb?
I know I'm to blame,
Well, ain't that a shame
Bill Bailey won't you please come home.

Bill drove by that door
In an automobile,
A great big diamond, coach and footman
Hear that lady squeal.
He's all alone
I heard her groan.

She hollered through the door
Bill Bailey, is you sore?
Stop a minute, listen to me
Won't I see you no more?
Bill winks his eye
As he heard her cry

[Chorus]

. . .


Something you got
Makes me work all day
Something you got
Makes me bring home all my pay
Something you got
Say you ought to know now
Whoa, whoa, my, my
Whoa, you know I love you so

Something you got
Keep me home every night
Something you got
Makes everythin' all right
Something you got
Say you ought to know now
You ought to know now
Whoa, whoa, my, my
Whoa I love you so

. . .


Let them talk if they want to
Talk don't bother me
I want the whole wide world to know
That I love you so

Let them whisper
For they know not what's
Between you and I
I'll keep on loving you
Until the day I die

They're tryin' to breakup our romance
But they don't have a chance
We have the kind of love
That's so strong
We'll be together from now on

Idle gossip comes from the devil's workshop
But true love will make it stop
I want the whole wide world to know
That I love you so

They're envious of ev'rything we do
But it's so wonderful (wonderful)
When you love some one (love someone)
When that someone loves you

. . .


Goodbye, Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh.
Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou.
My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh.
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and file* gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo,
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin',
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen.
Dress in style and go hog wild, me oh my oh.
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and file gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo,
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

Settle down far from town, get me a pirogue
And I'll catch all the fish in the bayou.
Swap my mon to buy Yvonne what she need-o.

Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and file gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo,
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou

. . .


Love oh love careless love
Love oh love careless love
Love oh love oh careless love
See what careless love has done

Once I wore my apron low [3x]
I couldn't keep you from my door

What oh what will mama say [3x]
When she learns I've gone astray

I love my mama and papa too [3x]
See what I get for lovin' you

Now I wear my apron high [3x]
You pass my door you walk on by

. . .


(Spoken)
I never saw nothing like that before in my life
I hope I never see it again

There were all these people
Oh just waiting there
THere were all these people
Oh just waiting there for someone
But nobody came, nobody saw
Cause nobody wanted to to go there at all
There were all these people
Oh just waiting

I was so damned scared
I held hands with a crazy man
I was so damned scared
I held hands and bonded with the crazy man
But he wasn't crazy, and I wasn't scared
We were just brothers to sit there and stare
All all those people waiting there

Well the first two people I saw
We saw the way that they cared
I grabbed my brothers hand
Neither one of us could stand the shame
Two of them, the two of us
Lying in water
Living in dust
So were all these people waiting there

Well the guy that showed me home
Was by a stranger's hand
And I carried on a moment
Just for the soul of a country man
I never knew you, I never stayed
I ain't gonna leave it
Nothing to pay
All those people waiting there

Well the next time I went down
There was no one there
And I wondered if my brother
Had bought another piece of land
One day a stranger, one day my kin
I thought I'd never see him again
Just like all those people waiting there

. . .


Now is the time

Now is the time for all good men
To get together with one another
Iron out our problems
And iron out our quarrels
And try to live as brothers
And try to find a piece within
Without stepping on one another
And do respect the women of the world
Just remember you all have mothers
Make this land a better land
Than the world in which we live
And help each man be a better man
With the kindness that you give

I know we can make it
I know darn well we can work it out
Oh yes we can, I know we can can
Yes we can can, why can't we
If we wanna get yes we can can
I know we can make it a world
I know we can make it if we try
Oh yes we can, I know we can can
Yes we can can, great, got your money
Yes we can, I know we can can

Take care of the children
The children of the world
They're our strongest hope for the future
The little bitty boys and girls
Make this land a better land
Than the world in which we live
And help each man be a better man
With the kindness that you give

I know we can make it (I know that we can)
I know darn well we can work it out
Oh yes we can, I know we can can
Yes we can can, why can't we
If we wanna get yes we can can
I know we can make it a world
I know we can make it if we try
Oh yes we can, I know we can can
Yes we can can, great, got your money
Yes we can, I know we can can

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Someday
You'll want me like I want you
But I'll be gone
With somebody new

Someday
You will cry the way I did
You'll hang your head
But tears can't be hid

You'll walk the floor day and night
Not a thing will be going right
Your nerves will keep you in despair
You'll be pulling out your hair

Someday
Love will get you down you'll see
You're gonna suffer
The way you done for me

. . .


Oh my Nola
Same old song and dance
Don't let her catch you with a care
She won't let you down
If you give yourself a chance
Oh won't you let me take you there

Oh my Nola
Never goes away
Look for her crescent inner moon
And if you listen
When you walk the du Veinz Carre
You'll hear that gentle Creole tune

How proud would Louis and Mahalia be
To know that their memory was safe with me

Oh my Nola
Old and true and strong
Just like a tall magnolia tree
Sit me in the shade
And I'm right where I belong
Oh my New Orleans
Wait for me

How proud would Satchmo and Mahalia be
To know that their memory was safe with me

Oh my Nola
Old and true and strong
Just like a tall magnolia tree
Sit me in the shade
And I'm right where I belong
Oh my New Orleans
Wait for me

. . .


[Chorus:]
Elijah Rock shout shout
Elijah Rock comin' up Lord
Elijah Rock shout shout
Elijah Rock comin' up Lord

Satan is a liar and a conjure too
If you don't (mind high) watch out
He'll conjure you
If I could I sho'ly would
Stand on the rock where Moses stood

[Chorus]

Ezekiel said he saw him
Wheel in the mid' of a wheel
John talked about him
In the book of the 7 seals
Some say the Rose of Sharon
Others say the Prince of Peace
But I can tell everybody (this ol' world)

He been a rock and a shelter for me
Hallelujah

[Chorus]

You can call my rock in the morning
Call him late at night
He's always with me
And all my battles he'll fight
When I'm in trouble
I can call him on the line
He put a telephone in my heart
And I can call God anytime
Hallelujah

[Chorus]

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Well I'm the sheik of Araby
Your love belongs to me
Well at night where you're asleep
Into your tent I'll creep
Aha

The stars that shine above
Will light our way to love
Ah you rule this world with me
I'm the sheik of Araby

Well I'm the sheik of Araby
Your love belongs to me
Wow oh at night where you're asleep
Into your tent I'll creep
Aha

The sun that shines above
Will light our way to love
You rule this world with me
I'm the sheik of Araby
Well I'm the sheik of Araby
Well I'm the sheik of Araby, yeah

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Lazy bones
Sleeping, sleeping in a noon day sun
Tell me, how you spect to get your days work done
Days work done
You'll never get your days work done

Sleeping, lazy bones
Sleeping in a noon day sun
When day's dusk means praying
I bet you keep praying
That all the bugs fall off the vine

And when you go fishing
I bet you keep wishing
That the fish would never never grab your line
You old lazy bones
Loafin, loafin all through the day
Tell me how you spect to make a dime that way
Dime that way
You'll never make a dime that way

Well look at him, lazy bones
Never hear a word I say
Lazy bones

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Never mind the standards
The staples, the symbols
Never mind statistics
That say how we behave

Never find the treasure
You take it, you keep it
Well I'vew found the treasure
That I don't want to save

(Chorus)
My oh my
We make a lot of love
For just two people
My oh my
We make a lot of love
For just you and me

Can you see the future
The forecast, the fortune
Can you see the fate of
The folks that reason for

Plan to be the woman
That looks for an angel
Plan to be the woman
That breaks all the rules

Repeat Chorus twice

People who know me more than I
Say nothing's really new
But one thing that they'll never know
Is making love with you

Repeat Chorus twice

. . .


Hello, Dolly, well, hello, Dolly.
It's so nice to have you back where you belong.
You're looking swell, Dolly,
We can tell, Dolly,
You're still glowin', you're still crowin',
You're still goin' strong.
We feel the room swayin
For the band's playin
One of your old fav rite songs from way back when.
So, take her wrap, fellas,
Find her an empty lap, fellas.
Dolly'll never go away again.

Hello, Dolly, well, hello, Dolly.
It's so nice to have you back where you belong.
You're looking swell, Dolly,
We can tell, Dolly,
You're still glowin, you're crowin',
You're still goin' strong.
We feel the room swayin
For the band's playin
One of your old fav rite songs from way back when.
So, golly gee, fellas,
Find her a vacant knee, fellas.
Dolly'll never go away,
Dolly'll never go away,
Dolly'll never go away again

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Hey pretty mama
I'm gonna do dat thing
Hey pretty mama
Show me how to to dat thing

Show me how to do dat thing
It be's the way sometime

(Spoken)
Seems like everytime you turn around
You have another jazz forum
It be's that way sometimes
This is a trubute to some of my friends
Freddie Cohen
Mike Ward
Johnny Adams
Raymond Miles
Al Hirt
James Booker
Pork Chop
Placida
Florence Davenport
Famous Lambert
Papa French
Emery Thompson
Jeannette Kimble
Johnny Horn
All those cats could be I think'
And for that I'm eternally grateful
Do dat thing one more time
It be's that way sometime

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