OPEN MIC LYRICS

SEMINOLE WIND
John Anderson

Ever since the days of old,
Men would search for wealth untold.
They’d dig for silver and for gold,
And leave the empty holes.
And way down south in the Everglades,
Where the black water rolls and the saw grass sways.
The eagles fly and the otters play,
In the land of the Seminole.

So blow, blow Seminole wind,
Blow like you’re never gonna blow again.
I’m calling to you like a long lost friend
But I know who you are.
And blow, blow from the Okeechobee,
All the way up to Micanopy.
Blow across the home of the Seminole,
The alligators and the gar.

Progress came and took its toll,
And in the name of flood control,
They made their plans and they drained the land,
Now the glades are going dry.
And the last time I walked in the swamp,
I sat upon a Cypress stump,
I listened close and I heard the ghost,
Of Osceola cry.

DON’T THIS ROAD LOOK ROUGH AND ROCKY
Flatt & Scruggs

Darling, I have come to tell you
Though it almost breaks my heart

But before the morning darling
We’ll be many miles apart

CHORUS:

Don’t this road look rough and rocky
Don’t that sea look wide and deep

Don’t my baby look the sweetest
When she’s in my arms asleep

CHORUS

Can’t you hear the night birds crying
Far across the deep blue sea

While of others you are thinking
Won’t you sometimes think of me

CHORUS

One more kiss before I leave you
One more kiss before we part
You have caused me lots of trouble
Darling you have broke my heart

SWAY
Norman Gimbel

When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more

Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance, you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me

Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have that magic technique
When we sway, I go weak

I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now

Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have that magic technique
When we sway, I go weak

I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now

When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more

Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me

When marimbas start to play
Hold me close, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more

Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance, you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me

CHEEK TO CHEEK
Irving Berlin

Heaven, I’m in heaven
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we’re out together, dancing cheek to cheek

Yes, heaven, I’m in heaven
And the cares that hung around me through the week
Seems to vanish like a gambler’s lucky streak
When we’re out together, dancing cheek to cheek

Oh I’d love to climb the mountain
Reach the highest peak
But it doesn’t thrill me half as much
As dancing cheek to cheek

Oh, I’d love to go out fishing
In a river or a creek
But I don’t enjoy it half as much
As dancing cheek to cheek

Now, mama, dance with me
I want my arms about you
The charms about you
Will carry me through, yes

Heaven, I’m in heaven
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we’re out together, dancing cheek to cheek

Yes, Heaven, I’m in heaven
And the cares that hung around me through the week
Seem to vanish like a gambler’s lucky streak
When we’re out together, dancing cheek to cheek

Cheek to cheek
Cheek to cheek
Cheek to cheek

WAGON WHEEL
Bob Dylan & Ketch Secor

Heading down south to the land of the pines
I’m thumbing my way into North Caroline
Staring up the road and pray to God I see headlights
I made it down the coast in seventeen hours
Picking me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I’m a-hopin’ for Raleigh, I can see my baby tonight

So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey, momma rock me
Rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey, momma rock me

I’m running from the cold up in New England
I was born to be a fiddler in an old time string band
My baby plays a guitar, I pick a banjo now
Oh, north country winters keep a-getting me down
Lost my money playing poker so I had to leave town
But I ain’t turning back to living that old life no more

So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey, momma rock me
Hey, rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey, momma rock me

Walkin’ to the south out of Roanoke
Caught a trucker out of Philly had a nice long toke
But he’s a heading west from the Cumberland gap
To Johnson City, Tennessee
And I gotta get a move on before the sun
I hear my baby calling my name and I know that she’s the only one
And if I die in Raleigh at least I will die free

So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey, momma rock me
Oh, rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey momma rock me

OLD CAPE COD
Patti Page

If you’re fond of sand dunes and salty air
Quaint little villages here and there
(You’re sure) You’re sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod
(Old Cape Cod, that old Cape Cod)

If you like the taste of lobster stew
Served by a window with an ocean view
(You’re sure) You’re sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod

Winding roads that seem to beckon you
Miles of green beneath the skies of blue
Church bells chimin’ on a Sunday morn’
Remind you of the town where you were born

If you spend an evening you’ll want to stay
Watching the moonlight on Cape Cod Bay
You’re sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod
(Aah-aah)

If you spend an evening you’ll want to stay (on Cape Cod Bay)
Watching the moonlight on Cape Cod Bay
You’re sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod
You’re sure to fall in love, you’re sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod

WILD AND FREE
Sarina Patridge

Let there always be something wild here
Beating at the heart here
Standing at the edge of what’s known
There will always be something wild here
Wild and free wild and free

TODAY

Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine
I’ll taste your strawberries and drink your sweet wine
A million tomorrows shall all pass away
‘Ere I forget all the joys that were mine. . .
Today

 

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