Соло-Paul
Тексты песен сольных альбомов Пола Маккартни
CHOBA B CCCP (The Russian Album)
KANSAS CITY (4:02)
TWENTY FLIGHT ROCK (3:05)
LAWDY MISS CLAWDY (3:18)
I'M IN LOVE AGAIN (2:59)
BRING IT ON HOME TO ME (3:15)
LUCILLE (3:14)
DON'T GET AROUND MUCH ANYMORE (2:50)
I'M GONNA BE A WHEEL SOMEDAY (4:14)
THAT'S ALL RIGHT MAMA (3:48)
SUMMERTIME (4:58)
AIN'T THAT A SHAME (3:43)
CRACKIN' UP (3:55)
JUST BECAUSE (3:34)
MIDNIGHT SPECIAL (3:59)
This CD was initially released exclusively in the U.S.S.R. on vinyl October 31, 1988 by the Melodiya label. "I'm In Love Again" was not included on that record.
KANSAS CITY
By Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller / Richard Penniman
I'm goin' to Kansas City, Kansas City, here I come,
I'm goin' to Kansas City, Kansas City, here I come.
They got some crazy little women there,
I'm gonna get me one.
I'm gonna be standin' on the corner, 12th street and wine,
I'm gonna be standin' on the corner, 12th street and wine.
With my Kansas City baby, a bottle of Kansas City wine.
Hey, hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey, hey),
Ah, hey now, baby (hey, baby),
Ooh, gal (ooh, gal),
Yeah, pal (well, pal),
Tell me, baby, what's been wrong with you?
Oh yeah!
Well, I might take a train,
I might take a plane,
But if I have to walk, you know,
I'm goin' just the same.
I'm goin' to Kansas City, Kansas City, here I come.
They got some crazy little lovin' there,
I'm gonna get me one.
Well, I might take a train,
I might take a plane,
But if I have to go on my back,
I'm goin' just the same.
Goin' to Kansas City, Kansas City, here I come.
I'm coming home, babe!
You got some pretty little lovers there,
I'm gonna get me one.
Well, I'm goin' to Kansas City, Kansas City, here I come,
I'm goin' to Kansas City, Kansas City, here I come.
They got some pretty little women there,
I'm gonna get me one.
Yes, I'm goin' to Kansas City, honey,
Ooh, I'm gonna get me one.
TWENTY FLIGHT ROCK
By Ned Fairchild and Eddie Cochran
Ooh, well, I got a girl with a record machine,
When it comes to rockin', she's a queen.
Went to a dance on a Saturday night,
All alone where I could hold her tight.
She lives on the twentieth floor uptown.
The elevator's broken down.
So I walk one, two flight, three flight four,
Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more,
Up on the twelfth I'm starting to sag,
Fifteen before I'm ready to drag.
Get to the top and I'm too tired to rock.
Well, she, she called me up on the telephone,
Said, "Come on over, baby, I'm all alone".
I said, "Baby, you're mighty sweet,
But I'm in bed with a aching feet".
This went on for a couple of days,
But I couldn't stay away.
Well, sent to Chicago for repairs,
Till it's fixed I'm usin' the stairs.
I hope they hurry, before it's too late,
You know, I love my baby too much to wait.
All this climbing is getting me down,
They'll find my corpse draped over the rail.
Ooh, oh-oh-oh.
LAWDY MISS CLAWDY
By Lloyd Price
Well, lawdy, lawdy, lawdy, miss Clawdy,
Well, you sure look good to me.
So please, don't excite me, baby,
I know it can't be me.
Well, I give you all my money,
Gal, you just don't treat me right.
You wanna ball ev'ry mornin',
Don't go home 'til late at night.
Well, lawdy, lawdy, lawdy, miss Clawdy,
Said gal, you sure look good to me.
Ah, please, don't excite me, baby,
I know it can't be me.
Oh, oh, yeah!
Well, I'm gonna tell, I'll tell-a my mama,
Gal, just what you've been doin' to me.
I'm gonna tell ev'rybody,
Ooh, you got me down in misery.
Well, bye, bye-bye, baby,
Gal, I want to be troubled no more.
Goodbye, Clawdy, darlin',
'Cause down the road I go.
I'm goin' down, can't you hear me now?
Well, come on, Clawdy!
Yeah! Ah yeah!
Oh, ah yeah!
Yeah, down the road, down the road you go!
You're looking for lawdy miss Clawdy?
Well, I won't be troubled no more!
Bye-bye, little darlin', down the road I go.
I'M IN LOVE AGAIN
By Antoine Domino and Dave Bartholomew
Two, three...
Yes, it's me and I'm in love again,
I had no lovin' since you don't know when.
You know I love you, yes, I do,
And I'm savin' all my lovin' just for you.
I need you lovin' and I need it bad,
Just like a dog that's goin' mad.
Oo-wee, baby, oo-wee,
Baby, won't you give your love to me?
Eeny-meeny-miney-mo,
Told me you didn't want me 'round no more.
Oo-wee, baby, oo-wee,
Ah, baby, don't you let your dog bite me.
Woof, woof, woof!
I need you lovin', I need it bad,
Just like a dog when he's goin' mad.
Oo-wee, baby, oo-wee,
Ah, baby, won't you give your love to me?
I need you lovin', I need it bad,
I'm like a doggie when he's goin' mad.
Oo-wee, baby, oo-wee,
Baby, won't you give your love to me?
Yes, it's me and I'm in love again,
I had no lovin' since I don't know when.
You know I love you, yes, I do,
And I'm savin' all my lovin' just for you.
It'll bite you!
BRING IT ON HOME TO ME
By Sam Cooke
If you ever change your mind,
About leavin', leavin' me behind,
Oh, oh, bring it to me,
Bring your sweet lovin',
Bring it on home to me,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey.
You know I laughed when you left,
But now I know I've only hurt myself.
I'll bring you jewel'ry and money too,
But that's not all I'm gonna do to you,
Oh, oh,
Oh, now won't you bring it to me,
Bring your sweet lovin',
Bring it on home to me,
Yeah-hey-hey-hey.
Bring it home!
You know I'll always be your slave,
Oh, till I'm dead and buried in my grave, yeah, yeah.
Oh, why don't you bring it to me,
Bring your sweet lovin',
Bring it on home to me,
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah-hey-hey-hey.
Oh, if you ever will change your mind,
About leavin', leavin' me behind,
Why don't you bring it to me,
Bring your sweet lovin',
Ah, bring it on home to me,
Yeah (yeah), yeah.
LUCILLE
By Richard Penniman and Albert Collins
One, two, one, two, three!
Lucille, please, come back where you belong.
Lucille, please, come back where you belong.
You ran off and married singin' such a beautiful song.
Lucille, please, don't do your sister's will, yeah!
Lucille, please, don't you do your sister's will,
You ran off and married, but I love you still.
Well, I woke up this mornin',
Lucille was not in sight.
Asked my friends about it,
But all their lips were tight.
Lucille, please, come back where you belong.
I'm speaking to you, baby,
Singin' such a beautiful song.
Come on, guys!
Lucille, please, come back where you belong.
I'm speaking to you, baby,
You sing such a beautiful song.
Ah, come on now, Lucille!
Yeah!
Well, Lucille, please, don't do your sister's will, yeah!
Oh! Lucille, please, don't you do your sister's will,
Well, lil', you ran off and married, but I love you still.
Ho!
DON'T GET AROUND MUCH ANYMORE
By Edward "Duke" Ellington and Bob Russell
Well!
I missed the Saturday dance,
I might have gone, but what for?
It's awfully diff'rent without you,
Don't get around much anymore.
But I thought I'd visit the club,
I got as far as the door.
They'd have asked me about you,
Don't get around much anymore.
Well, darling, I guess,
My mind's more at ease.
Nevertheless, I bring back memo,
I bring back memo,
I bring back memories.
Been invited on dates,
But the mock they crowded the floor,
Wouldn't bear it without you.
Don't get around much anymore.
Hey!
Oh, oh, oh.
I'M GONNA BE A WHEEL SOMEDAY
By Dave Bartholomew, Roy Hayes and Antoine Domino
One, two, three!
Hey, hey, ev'rybody!
Ah, you're lookin' good!
Mm, we're gonna do the wheel! We're gonna do the wheel!
Ah, ah, ah, yeah, yeah!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, all right!
Ah, yeah, yeah!
Well, I'm gonna be a wheel Someday,
I'm gonna be somebody.
I'm gonna be a real gone cat,
Then I won't want you.
Ev'rything gonna go my way,
I won't need nobody.
I'm gonna be a real gone cat,
Then I won't want you.
You cry and you sigh,
Girl, you wonder why
I don't look at you when you walk on by.
Well, na, na, na, na, na,
Said, I, I, I, I, I,
Oh, you wonder why
I don't look at you when I go walkin'.
Yeah! Ah, come back, mm,
Get back! Ah yeah, mm-mm.
Oh yeah! Uh-uh! Said, yeah!
You cry and you sigh,
You wonder why
I don't look at you when I walk on by.
Well, you cry and you sigh,
Girl, you wonder why
I won't look at you when I go walkin' by.
Mm, yeah, mm, mm, yeah,
I'm gonna be a wheel someday.
Mm-mm-mm, babe, mm, yeah.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
I'm gonna be a wheel someday now
And I won't want you,
Babe, I won't want you.
Oh, no, no...
THAT'S ALL RIGHT, MAMA
By Arthur Crudup
Well, that's all right, mama, that's all right with you,
Well, that's all right, mama, just any way you do.
That's all right, that's all right,
That's all right, my mama,
Any way you do.
Well, my mama she done told me, my papa done told me too,
Son, that gal you're foolin' with she ain't no good for you.
Oh, well, now I'm leavin' town, baby, I'm leavin' town for sure,
And you won't be bothered with me hangin' 'round your door.
All right!
Well, my mama she done told me, papa done told me too,
Son, that gal you're foolin' with she ain't no gal for you.
Oh, come on now!
Well, I'm leavin' town now, baby, yeah, I'm leavin' town for sure,
Then you won't be bothered with me hangin' 'round your door.
I need your lovin'
That's all right, that's all right, my mama,
Any way you do.
Well, that's all right, my mama,
Any way you do, mm-mm,
Well, that's all right, my mama,
Any way you do.
Yeah! That's all right!
SUMMERTIME
By George Gershwin, Ira Gershwin and Bose Heyward
It's summertime and the living is easy,
The fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah.
Your daddy's rich and your mother's good lookin',
So hush, hush, little baby, don't, don't you cry.
One of these mornings,
Oh, you're gonna rise up singin',
Oh, then you spread your wings
And you take to the sky.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
But till that mornin', yeah,
There ain't nothin' gonna harm you.
So hush, so hush, little baby, now don't, don't you cry.
Hey, yeah, one of these mornings,
One of these mornings,
You're gonna rise up singin',
Oh, rise up singin'.
One of these mornings, one of these mornings,
You're gonna rise up singin', ooh,
You're gonna spread your wings, little girl,
And you'll take to the sky, yeah.
But till that mornin', mornin',
Mm, baby, nothin' can't do harm you.
Your daddy, mummy, daddy, mummy, daddy, mummy,
Standin' by.
AIN'T THAT A SHAME
By Antoine Domino & Dave Bartholomew
You made me cry when you said goodbye.
Ain't that a shame?
My tears fell like rain.
Ain't that a shame?
You're the one to blame.
Oh well, goodbye, although I'll cry.
You know you're the one to blame, babe...
Well, you broke my heart when you said we're gonna part.
Yeah!
Ain't that a shame? Ain't that a shame?..
Oh well, good, goodbye, although I'm gonna cry.
Oh, oh, oh...
CRACKIN' UP
By Ellas McDaniel
You're always howlin' 'bout where I've been.
You're always screamin' 'bout the money I spend.
JUST BECAUSE
By Bob Shelton, Joe Shelton and Sid Robin
Well, well, well,
Just because you think you're so pretty,
And just because your mama thinks you're hot,
Just because you think you've got somethin'
That nobody else has got.
Well, you know you make me spend all my money, honey,
You laughed and you called me old Santa Claus.
Ooh, I'm telllin' you, baby,
I'm through with you,
Because, well, well, just because.
Well, just because you think I'd be lonesome,
And just because you think that I'll be blue,
Just because you think I'd be foolish
To stay at home, waitin' 'round for you.
Well, though you made me drop all my girlfriends,
You laughed and you called me old Santa Claus.
Well, I'm telllin' you, baby,
I'm through with you,
Because, well, well, just because.
Come on, boys!
Well, there will come a time when you'll be lonesome,
And there will be a time when you feel blue,
There'll come a time when old Santa,
Yeh, he won't pay no bills for you.
Ooh, if, baby, you say that I'm foolish, honey,
You laughed and you called me old Santa Claus.
Well, now just because you think you're so pretty, mm,
And just because your mama thinks you're the hottest thing in town,
Just because you think you've got somethin'
Ooh, that nobody else has got.
Well, though you make me spend all my money, honey,
You laughed and you called me old Santa Claus.
Well, I'm telllin' you, baby,
I'm through with you,
Because, well, well, just because.
Yeah, because, well, well, just because.
Mm-mm, because, well, well, just because.
MIDNIGHT SPECIAL (PRISONER'S SONG)
Trad. arr. Paul McCartney
Well, oh well, oh well, oh well, oh well.
Wake up early in the mornin',
In the ding dong ring,
Come walking to the table,
I see the same damn thing.
Knife and fork upon the table,
Piece of paper in my hand,
Nothin' I can do about it,
I get in trouble with the man.
Let the midnight special
Shine a light on me,
Let the midnight special
Shine its everlovin' light on me.
If you ever go to Houston,
You better act right,
You better not gamble
And you better not fight.
'Cause the sheriff will arrest you
And he'll carry you down.
If they're gonna find you guilty,
You're penitentiary bound.
Let the midnight... ooh...
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well, if you ever get to houston,
You better act right,
You better not gamble
And you better not fight.
'Cause the sheriff will arrest you
And he'll carry you down.
And if he find you guilty,
Well, you'll be sugarland bound.
I said, the midnight special,
Shine a light on me,
Let the midnight special
Shine its everlovin' light on me.
Соло-Paul
Тексты песен сольных альбомов Пола Маккартни