LYRICS

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Oscar Benton

Benjamin Wilder

Johnny Laporte

On the first day of May, I was standing in lineTook a fast train out of town, a quarter to NineAt home I told, had to see my Mom and DadHad a mind of traveling, ride train ride

On the train I met a man, Benjamin WilderWe got stuck in conversation kind of heavyHe told about his life, his life he was leavingHe had a mind of traveling, ride train ride

Ride train rideRunning wheels ride onWe got something in common, ride train ride

After five hours of talking Benjamin left the trainHe didn’t say a word, teardrops in his eyesFrom that moment I knew I wouldn’t see him againHe had a mind of leaving, ride train ride

Last week at the station, I was standing in lineTook a fast train out of town, a quarter to NineThen I saw Benjamin, and is family, running for the train

Never felt so happy, ride train ride

I Am Back

Johnny Laporte

In my room, darkness all aroundIn my room, no one to be foundThrough the ceiling I watch the blue blue skyWhile the clouds and the days are passing by

I’m waiting, I’m waiting... for what?

Every day nurses at my bedTurning me around, faces very sadThen the doctor, pointing light into my eyesBreathing in my face... he is gonna die

He’s gonna die, he’s gonna die…..I’m gonna die

Clouds and stars and days are passing byThen you came like an angel from the skyYou held my hand whispering in my ear“Don’t worry Oscar... I’m here”

I am back, I am back... I am back!

Bensonhurst Blues Revisited

A. Kaplan/ A. Kornfeld

Bay Parkway wonderYou’re such a successYour pretty secretary, haShe say you are the bestYour face always smilingSay you sure paid your duesBut I know insideYou’ve got the Bensonhurst blues

Those custom-made ciggiesThat you offer to me pretendAnd pretend to care about my familyAnd those pictures on your deskAll them lies that you abuseDo they know you sufferFrom the Bensonhurst blues

Your grandmother’s accentStill embarrasses youYou’re even ashamedOf the friends you once knewYou’re part of the Times nowBaby you’re making the newsBut I know insideYou’ve got the Bensonhurst blues

But thanks for the lessonCause the life that I chooseWon’t make me feel like livingWith the Bensonhurst bluesAnd don’t, don’t try to write meAnd don’t bother to callCause I’ll be in conference

Merry Christmas you all

Like A Howlin’ Wolf

Johnny Laporte

Ahoooooh!!!Like a Kingsnake Im crawlingI come crawling down your trailLike a Howling Wolf I CryI come crawling down your trail

You won’t hear me knockingLike a Howling Wolf I cryComing down to get you

I’ll get you in the gardenI’ll get you in the grassI’ll find you in your kitchenI’ll find you in your bed

Boom boom boom boom

My Heart Skips A Beat

Johnny Laporte

You were playing with my heart, set my soul on fireHow I loved you so much, I just can’t describeEvery time I think of you my heart skip a beatSighing out your name, I hardly sleep

Oh I hate those words when I heard the newsOh I hate those lines, you I had to looseLast night I tried so hard to fall asleepCouldn’t stop from crying, drowning in my tears

Love of my lifeI can’t wait for youEve….I die for you

When will we meet again, oh I hope real soonPlease don’t be mad at me, can you forgive me pleaseI was a selfish guy to make you cryThinking about myself, wish I would die

Fuzz ‘n Fight

Johnny Laporte

Me and my baby, sometimes we fuzz and fightMe and my baby, sometimes we fuzz and fightLast night my baby didn’t come home last nightMe and my baby, sometimes we fuzz and fight

If you see my baby call me on the phoneIf you see my baby tell her I’m all aloneMe and my baby, sometimes we fuzz and fightMe and my baby, sometimes we fuzz and fight

I’ll Come Riding

Johnny Laporte

I’ll come riding, cross the mountainsI’ll come sailing, that deep blue seaOver my head, scarlet shadowsThat will lead me, to where I wanne go

All my life I’ve been prayin to myselfIn this world how can I how can I beAll my life I’ve been prayin to myselfHow can I in this world, how can I be

In my lifeOh, In my life

All my life I’ve been praying to myselfIn this world without You how can I beAll my life I’ve been saying to myselfWithout You in this world there’s no believe

In my lifeOh, In my life

My Love, Why

Johnny Laporte

My love, why do you leave meWhy do you make me cryDid I hurt you, I’m so sorryGotta know the reason why

My love, why do you hurt meMy heart is broken in twoI got to forget you, how can I?I will always love you

We’ve had such a good time togetherI want to thank you for thatLet me know some times, if you’re happy on your ownEven when you’re not alone

Love, please hold meOnce more, please help me through the nightFor me there’s no tomorrowFor me this is the end of time

Blue Blues Singer Remake

G.O. Benton/ G. Post

They call me a blue blues singerBecause I always sing the bluesThey call me a blue blues singerBecause I always sing the bluesBut people don’t know I’m just a sad manFixing the jobs that no one will do

I take always a good friend with meHe sings his song when I am drunk and sickI take always a good friend with meHe sings his song when I am drunk and sickMy guitar please let nobody touch himFor he’s my wife, my food, my stick

And so we live in peace togetherI love the blues; the blues loves meAnd so we live in peace togetherI love the blues; the blues loves meWithout my blues I’m just a dead man‘Cause I am blues and blues is me

Better Stop Crying

Johnny Laporte

You better stop crying, over meYou better stop crying, over meCause you’re mine, you’re mine, yes you’re mine!

You better start crying, over himYou better start crying, over him Cause you’re mine, you’re mine, yes you’re mine!

You better start moving , to my houseYou better start moving , to my house

Cause you’re mine, you’re mine, yes you’re mine!

Brown Eyes

Johnny Laporte

Brown eyes, dark hairYou’re teeth all pearly whiteYour coffee no sugarJust a little cream

In the morning always smilingIn the evening just a little more wineAt night the sun is shiningA little dream, just a little cream

Tell me, where can I find youTell me, where do you hideI am you’re coffee, no sugar

Little dream, little cream

Old But Happy

Johnny Laporte

I’m old, but I’m happyYes I’m old, no regretsI did right, and I did wrongNot to old to sing this song

Country Girl... are you happy?Country Girl... are you sad?We were young, in the sunshineCountry girls, I won’t forget

Never had a chance to come close to youDidn’t even know your nameWhy did God make you so beautiful?Country Girl... He is to blame

Now I’m old, and I’m gladWith the memories of you my Country GirlSome lucky guy is holding your hand nowHe’s got the woman, I got the girl

My Country Girl