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(POP) Johnny Mercer - On The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe

Johnny Mercer - On The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe (1945)

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, woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-woo
Hey Jim, you better get out the rig, woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-woo
She's got a list of passengers that's pretty big

And they'll all want lifts to Brown's Hotel
'Cause lots of them been travellin' for quite a spell
All the way from Philadelphia
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe

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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, woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-woo
Hey Jim, you better get out the rig, woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-woo
She's got a list of passengers that's pretty big
And they'll all want lifts to Brown's Hotel
'Cause lots of them been travellin' for quite a spell
All the way from Philadelphia
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe

On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe
Doo-doo-da, The good old A.T. and the Santa Fe 

(COUNTRY) Spade Cooley (Tex Williams & Oakle) - Shame On You

Spade Cooley (Tex Williams & Oakle) - Shame On You (1945)

Shame, shame on you,
Shame, shame on you,
Took my heart as a token,
When returned, it was broken,
Hide your face, shame on you.

Shame, shame on you,
Shame, shame on you,
Took my car and my money,
Tell you gal, that ainat funny,
Dern your hide, shame on you.

Shame, shame on you,
Shame, shame on you,
Ran around with other guys,
Tried to lie when I got wise,
Foolish girl, shame on you.

Shame, shame on you,
Shame, shame on you,
Two can play your little game,
You'll find out who was to blame,
Hide your face, shame on you.

Shame, shame on you,
Shame, shame on you,
Can you hold your head up high?
Look your friends right in the eye?
No you can't, shame on you.

(COUNTRY) Tex Ritter - You Two Timed Me One Time Too Often

Tex Ritter - You Two Timed Me One Time Too Often (1945)

Everyone knows that you're untrue,
Honey you and me are through,
You two timed me one time too often,
I'm so tired of your abuse, 
Guess I'd better turn you loose,
You two timed me one time too often.
Nothing you can say or do, 
Will make me change my mind,
I found out the hard way,
That a man in love is always blind,
I woke up and now I see,
You've been playing games with me,
You two timed me one time to often.

I'll go find somebody new,
You'll regret it when I do,
You two timed me one time too often,
All you did was take my heart,
Make it ache and break apart.
You two timed me one time too often.
There's no use to stand around,
And say you're sorry now,
I'm no good at playing that,
Old second fiddle anyhow,
It's too late too make amends,
This is where our courtin' ends,
You two timed me one time too often 

(COUNTRY) Jack Guthrie - Oklahoma Hills

Jack Guthrie - Oklahoma Hills (1945)

Many a month has come and gone
Since I've wandered from my home
In those Oklahoma hills
Where I was born

Many a page of my life has turned
Many lessons I have learned
And I feel like in those hills
Where I belong

CHORUS:
Way down yonder in the Indian nation
Ridin' my pony on the reservation
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born

Way down yonder in the Indian nation
A cowboy's life is my occupation
In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born

But as I sit here today
Many mile's I am away
From the place I rode my pony
Through the draw

Where the oak and black-jack trees
Kiss the playful prairie breeze
And I feel back in those hills
Where I belong

CHORUS

Now as I turn life a page
To the land of the great Osage
In those Oklahoma hills
Where I was born

Where the black oil rolls and flows
And the snow white cotton grows
And I feel like in those hills
Where I belong

CHORUS

(POP) Les Brown and his Orchestra (Doris Day) - Sentimental Journey

Les Brown and his Orchestra (Doris Day) - Sentimental Journey (1945)

Gonna take a sentimental journey
Gonna set my heart at ease
Gonna make a sentimental journey
To renew old me-emories

Got my bag
Got my reservation
Spent each dime 
I could afford
Like a child 
In wild anticipation
Long to hear that 
A-all aboard

Seven
That's the time we leave
At seven
I'll be waitin' up for 
Heaven
Countin' every mile 
Of railroad track
That takes me back

Never thought 
My heart could be so yearny
Why did I decide to roam
Gotta take that sentimental journey
Sentimental jour-ourney home

Sentimental journey...