Trucker
I give myself away every time I see you, feel you
I´m like a toy you play with, that is me and that´s
How I am, yes I am
Pieces fall in to place, like a puzzle you mix me, fix me
And I don´t want no other, why should I ´cos you fill me
Thrill me
When you play with me nicely baby it´s fun
Don´t understand why you hurt me
How come you're the one?
I need your touch, it means so much
And it´s what keeps me running back
I need your touch, it means so much
And it´s what keeps me running back
I´m like a toy you play with, that is me and that´s
How I am, yes I am
Pieces fall in to place, like a puzzle you mix me, fix me
And I don´t want no other, why should I ´cos you fill me
Thrill me
When you play with me nicely baby it´s fun
Don´t understand why you hurt me
How come you're the one?
I need your touch, it means so much
And it´s what keeps me running back
I need your touch, it means so much
And it´s what keeps me running back
Blueberry Hill
The Call Of The Canyon
Glenn Miller
Written by Billy Hill.
As recorded by the Glenn Miller Orchestra on August 8th 1940 with Ray Eberle.
Just a melancholy echo
Ling‘ring when the day is through
It’s the call of the canyon
Once again I’m dreaming of you
Every night I search the moonlight
Up and down the river shore
It’s the call of the canyon
Maybe I will see you once more
Standing there alone by the ashes
Of the fire we said would never die
Will I ever find an ember
Burning from the days gone by...?
Then I hear a lonely whisper
As a little spark I see
It’s the call of the canyon
Bringing back your answer to me!
(Transcribed by Alex Foertsch: afn@netzland.net)