"Stardust"
by H. Carmichael

And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadow of my heart
High up in the sky The little stars climb
Always reminding me that we're apart
You wandered down the lane and far away
Leaving me a song that will not die
Love is now a stardust of yesterday
The music of the year gone by
Sometimes I wander why I spend
The lonely nights dreaming of a song
The melody haunts my reverie
And I am once again with you
When our love was new
And each kiss an inspiration
But that was long ago
And now my constellation
Is in the stardust of a song
Beside the garden wall
When stars are bright
You are in my arms
The nightingale tells his fairy tale
Of paradise where roses grew
Though I dream in vain
In my heart it will remain
My stardust melody
The memory of love's refrain

- Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -

"On the Street Where You Live"
by A.J. Lerner

I have often walked down this street before
But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before
All at once am I several stories high
Knowing I'm on the street where you live
Are there lilac trees in the heart of town?
Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?
Does enchantment pour out of every door?
No, it's just on the street where you live
And oh, the tow'ring feeling just to know
Somehow you are near
The overpow'ring feeling that any second
You may suddenly appear
People stop and stare, they don't bother me
For there's nowhere else on earth that I would rather be
Let the time go by, I don't care if I can be here
On the street where you live

- Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -

"I'm an Old Cowhand (From the Rio Grande)"
by J. Mercer

…Oh, step aside, y'all ornery tenderfeet, cause I'm about to sing my song…
I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande
But my legs ain't bowed, and my cheeks ain't tan
Well I'm a cowboy who never saw a cow
Never roped a steer 'cause I don't know how
And I sure ain't fixin' to startin now
Oh, yippee-i-o-ki-ay, yippee-i-o-ki-ay
I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande
And I learned ride before I learned to stand
Well I'm a ridin fool who is up-to-date
I know every trail in the Lone Star State
'Cause I ride the range in a Ford V-8
Oh, yippee-i-o-ki-ay, yippee-i-o-ki-ay
…Look out, I'm gonna show yall how to ride now…
…Here we go…
I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande
And I come to town just to hear the band
I know all the songs that the cowboys know
'Bout the big corral where the dogies go
'Cause I learned them all on the radio
Oh, yippee-i-o-ki-ay, yippee-i-o-ki-ay
…Now my story's almost done, so listen up!…
…You ain't got much longer now…
I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande
Where the west is wild round the borderland
Where the buffalo roam around the zoo
And the indian make you a rug or two
And the old Bar-X is the Bar-be-cue
Oh, yippee-i-o-ki-ay, yippee-i-o-ki-ay
…I'm just an old cowhand…

- Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -

"Tangerine"
by V. Schertzinger

South American stories tell of a girl who is quite a dream
The beauty of her race…
Though you'll doubt all the stories and think the tails are just a bit extreme
Wait till you see her face
Ooh, Tangerine, she is all they claim
With her eyes of night, and lips as bright as flame
Tangerine, when she dances by,

Senoritas stare and cabolleros sigh
And I've seen toasts to Tangerine
Raised in every bar, across the Argentine
Yes, she's got them all on the run
But her heart belongs to just one
Her heart belongs to Tangerine

- Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -

"Didn't He Ramble"
by H. Bolton

Didn't he ramble, didn't he ramble
He rambled all around, in and out of town
Didn't he ramble, didn't he ramble
He rambled till the butcher cut him down
He rambled through the city,
He rambled through the street,
Little ol lady pass him said,
"Look at the market meat!"
Didn't he ramble, didn't he ramble
He rambled all around, in and out of town
Didn't he ramble, didn't he ramble
He rambled till the butcher cut him down

- Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -

"Lazybones"
by H. Carmichael
-Johnny Adams and HCJr duet

JA-You know, I'm gettin tired of doin all the work myself
HC-Man, you ain't doin all the work
JA-I just can't seem to get any help around here
HC-Don't give me that, man
JA-Can't you hear me?
HC-I hear ya baby!
JA-No I guess not…
JA-Lazybones, sleeping in the sun
How do 'spect to get your day's work done?
Never get your day's work done, sleeping in the new day's sun
HC-Now, that's your side of the story, Johnny
JA-Tell me yours
HC-I'm about to tell you man…
HC-Oh, lazybones, sleepin in the shade
How you 'spect to get your cornmeal made?
You'll never get your cornmeal made, just sleepin in the evenin shade
AJ-When taters need spraying I bet you keep praying
The bugs fall off the vine
HC-And when you go fishin, I bet you keep wishin
The fish won't grab your line, oh no
AJ-Lazybones, loafing through the day
How you 'spect to get a dime that way?
Never make a dime that way,
Never heard a word I say
HC-Man, you ain't workin
AJ-I don't get a chance to go fishin, I have to do all the work
HC-You think so?
AJ-I know so
HC-I don't see no fish
AJ-They don't bite 'cause you're still sleepin
HC-That's cause you set my alarm clock four hours later just
so you could brag about workin
AJ-I don't even get a nibble
HC-'cause you ain't usin the right bait, man

- Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -

"This Time the Dream's On Me"
by H. Arlen

Somewhere, someday
We'll be close together, wait and see
Oh, by the way, this time the dream's on me
You'll take my hand and you'll look at me adoringly
But as things stand, this time the dream's on me
It would be fun to be certain that I'm the one
To know that I at least supply the shoulder you cry upon
To see you through till you're everything you want to be
It can't be true, but this time the dream's on me

- Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -

"On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe"
by H. Warren

Do you hear that whistle down the line?
I figure that it's engine number forty-nine
She's the only one that'll sound that way
On the Atchison, Topeka, and the Santa Fe
See the old smoke risin round the bend
I reckon that she knows she's gonna meet a friend
Folks around these parts get the time of day
From the Atchison, Topeka, and the Santa Fe
Here she comes, Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey Jim, you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
She's got a list of passengers that's pretty big
And they'll all want lifts to [Ray] Brown's Hotel
Cause of lots of them been travelin for quite a spell
All the way from PhiladelphIa
On the Atchison, Topeka, and the Santa Fe

- Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -