In The Hills Of Old Kentucky
Year 1914
Music by Chas. L. JohnsonMusic by J. R. Shannon Forster Music Publisher Chicago, Illinois |
First Verse There's a rose that grows in old Kentucky, She's the sweetest girl I know, With eyes of blue, and manner, too, That have made me love her so. Where the lonely mountain trail is winding 'Round my old Kentucky home, To a simple old log cabin, That is where I soon will roam. Second Verse In my dreams I see the blue grass waving, And the meadow larks at play; They seem to call me back again to those hills far away, Where the winding trail is filled with sunshine, And the Rhododendron grows, Where the birds are ever singing To my own dear Mountain Rose. Chorus In the hills of old Kentucky Where the birds sing merrily, And the Southern breeze is playing thru the trees, That is where I belong to be. O'er the mountain trail I'm going, Where my sweet wild flower grows, In the hills of old Kentucky To my Mountain Rose. CLICK HERE TO PLAY THIS SONG |
My Oriental Girl
Year 1917
Words by Edward BeckMusic by Milton E. Schwarzwald Jermone H. Remick Co. New York and Detroit |
First Verse Far off where the lonely caravan winds on its way In that distant land Proud Sheik dreaming of his sweetheart who is waiting there Far o'er the desert sands He'll forget the deserts whirl When he meets his Oriental Girl My Second Verse Night winds seem to whisper of his love so far away Stars remind him of her eyes Still he knows to meet her he must journey night and day And that is why he sighs But tho' deserts may be wide Soon he'll see his Oriental Bride My Chorus Oriental Girl Oriental Girl A face that's so entrancing And eyes with fire dancing A form that keeps you glancing all the while O'er the desert wide Come to my side Let me protect you So no one will get you Be my Oriental Bride. CLICK HERE TO PLAY THIS SONG |
Cleo
Year 1919
Music by Lee S. RobertsWords by J. Will Callahan Forster Music Publisher Inc. Chicago |
First Verse Pale moonlight! A wondrous night! My fancy takes its flight to Rainbow Isle; Swaying trees a truant breeze All bring you to me just for a while. Second Verse Some June night love's magic light May guide your boat a right to Rainbow Isle; O'er the sea of memory Some time, in the golden After while. Chorus Cleo, I see only you, And the dream makes me lonesome and blue, Brings back that moment divine When I fancied your heart answered mine; Cleo, 'twill be only you And I'd give all this world if you knew, Just how I'm yearning, and wait for your returning Come back to me,My Cleo, do! CLICK HERE TO PLAY THIS SONG |
New Orleans
Year 1912
Words and Music by Newton Alexander
Edgar Selden Music Pub. and Production Co.New York City |
First Verse I don't know what to do, I feel so doggone blue, I'd like to take a boat, I'd like to go a float, Along the Mississippi, to old New Orleans, Where I know I've got a good old Southern home; That's where I want to be, And you'll agree with me, About that feeling grand When you put out your hand And find a Welcome there It's worth all you can give; Well that's the way folks treat you down where I live. Second Verse About a year ago, I didn't even know, What money really means, Till I left New Orleans, And found that friends are few and people mighty mean, If you ain't got plenty of that old long green, I'm tired of roamin' now, And I just feel somehow, If I could lay my head On my old Southern bed, I'd be contented there Until the day I die; Because it's Home, Sweet, Home, And that's the reason why. Chorus New Orleans, New Orleans, In Louisiana a midst the Bayou streams; Little piccanninies playin' 'round your door, Steamboat whistles tootin' 'long the river shore; New Orleans, New Orleans, There's always a Welcome for you there it seems, 'Cause hospitality, is a reality, 'Way down in dear old New Orleans. CLICK HERE TO PLAY THIS SONG |
Louis'anna Blues
Year 1920
Music and Words by Howard C. Washington and James S. White
Washington and White Co. |
First Verse Down in Lou'siana where the melons grow Lives the sweetest little girl that I love so My oh my heavens above how she can love When she starts a loving I'm in heav'n above Before long you'll see me going on a train That I'm sure will carry me right back again Oh! deario I'm home sick and so lonely I can be cured by you only. Oh! Second Verse Dearie now I'm wond'ring if you'll ever know Just how bad I feel and that I miss you so With me 'twas the ending of a perfect day It's not clear to me just why I went away Dearie I just want your love and nothing more I want you to love me as you did of yore Sweet heart I am so sad and lonely My heart cries for you only. Oh! Chorus I've got the blues the Lou'siana blues My honey how I'm longing just for you Baby I'm wond'ring if you are still true And that is why I feel so blue I can't forget, do you regret The love and kisses that you gave to me How I miss you, your loving kiss Your love so true, 'twas joy and bliss Oh I've got the weary blues, the Lou'siana blues Those weary Lou'siana blues. CLICK HERE TO PLAY THIS SONG |
The Trail Of The Lonesome Pine
Year 1913
Words by Ballard MacdonaldMusic by Harry Carroll Shapiro, Bernstein and Co. Corner of Broadway and 39th St. New York |
First Verse On a mountain in Virginia stands a lonesome pine, Just below is the cabin home, Of a little girl of mine, Her name is June, and very, very soon, She'll belong to me, For I know she's waiting there for me, 'Neath that lone pine tree. Second Verse I can hear the tinkling waterfall, far among the hills, Bluebirds sing each so merrily To his mate in rapture trills; They seem to say "Your June is lonesome too," Longing fills her eyes, She is waiting for you patiently, Where the pine tree sighs. Chorus In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, On the trail of the lonesome pine In the pale moonshine our hearts entwine, Where she carved her name and I carved mine; Oh, June, like the mountains I'm blue Like the pine I am lonesome for you, In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, On the trail of the lonesome pine. CLICK HERE TO PLAY THIS SONG |
I'm Gonna Make Hay While The Sun Shines In Virginia
Year 1916
Words by Joe Young and Sam LewisMusic by Archie Gottler Kalmar, Puck and Abrahams 1570 Broadway New York |
First Verse City people pity people living on the farm, I'm going home today 'Way down Virginia way' You know my dad's a farmer So is mamma, They live in a shack If you think I'm grieving because I'm leaving, Try and hold me back, Second Verse Howdy do there, how are you there, That's Virginia way, when they shake hands with you Their hearts go with it too I'm gonna send a wire To the Squire Here's just what I'll write If the train don't show up I will show up Home tomorrow night. Chorus I'm gonna make hay while the sun shines in Virginia, The old folks need a lot of sunshine now, I'm gonna be a farmer in Virginia I'll plant a kiss on mother's wrinkled brow (How I love her) I'm gonna raise the mortgage from the homestead I'll weed out all their sorrows and their tears I'm gonna make hay while the sun shines in Virginia I'm gonna brighten up their few remaining years. CLICK HERE TO PLAY THIS SONG |
Anything Is Nice If It Comes From Dixieland
Year 1919
Words and Music by Grant Clarke, Geo. W. Meyer and
Milton Ager
Leo Feist Inc.Feist Building New York |
First Verse Every winter you will notice that the birdies in the sky, To the south will always fly, Now perhaps you're wondering why, It's a land of sunshine, And the only place a real wise bird should be, There's a lot of good things waiting there, For you and me. Second Verse Dixie, Dixie is a garden far away from snow and ice, It's a perfect paradise, And the home of everything nice, Everybody loves it, 'Cause they know about it's many different charms, Like a mother she will welcome you With open arms. Chorus Just to make our clothes the cotton grows, In dear old Alabam; Each hungry mouth looks to the South, For sweet Virginia ham, From Tennessee comes melody That's played by ev'ry band, And if you're talking of chicken, Oh, Maryland! Louisiana sugar is sweeter than the rose, Just thank old Carolina, That's where the Bull Durham grows, If you're dreaming of a girl to love, That's the place to win her hand, Take my advice, Anything is nice, If it comes from Dixie land. CLICK HERE TO PLAY THIS SONG |
You'll Always Find A Lot Of Sunshine In My Old Kentucky Home
Year 1918
Words by Lew BrownMusic by Rubey Cowan Broadway Music Corporation 145 W. 45th St. New York |
First Verse Oh! the blues have flown away because I'm going home today To Kentucky, I'll be lucky when I'm back again Oh! the humming of the bees, and the birdies in the trees Make me happy, oh, so happy with their melodies Second Verse Oh! I rise at early morn and help to plow the fields of corn Then I wander 'way down yonder to my sweetie Sue All the boys around the farm, how they rave about her charm They're so jealous, oh, so jealous when she's holding my arm Chorus You'll always find a lot of sunshine, in my old Kentucky home In the southern atmosphere All your worries disappear You hear the darkies 'neath the trees, playing old time melodies And they croon a little tune of my old Kentucky home You'll always find a lot of sunshine, when my dear old mother's near. My sweetie Sue she's just a little bunch of sunshine, too And if you go down there midst all that splendor Stop! Look! I know you'll surrender, to the sunshine of my old Kentucky home. CLICK HERE TO PLAY THIS SONG |
Samoa
Year 1916
Words and Music by John S. Dunham
Edw. L. Ballenger Music Pub. Co.Superba Theatre Building Los Angeles, California |
First Verse Down in Samoa, Down where they know-a, Dance they think is simply grand There's nothing to it, But when they do it, You will throw up both your hands You'd never dream it, Unless you've seen it, It fills your beaming face with smiles, And when they show you, It will control you, This dance of the South Sea Isles. Second Verse In Pago, Pago, They do the Tango, But its diff'rent from our own And when they're dancing, It's so entrancing You forget your Home Sweet Home Their costumes charming, But so alarming, You'll wonder what will happen while They're in the garden, That loving garden, Way down in the South Sea Isles. Chorus But when they start a singing their plaintive songs, The kind you've not heard before You could sit and listen the whole night long Then You'll ask for more and if they do the dance that they do for kings, 'Twill set your brain in a whirl When they do that dance, it puts you in a trance. For that's when you'll owe your life to Samoa, Down in the South Sea Isles. CLICK HERE TO PLAY THIS SONG |
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