 Up The Ladder To The Roof
Come with me, come with me
And we shall run across the sky.
We illuminate the night.
Ohhhh, i, I will try and guide you
To better times and brighter days.
Just don't be afraid.
Come on up the ladder to the roof
Where we can see heaven much better.
Let's go up the ladder to the roof
Where we can be closer to heaven.
Stay with me, stay with me
And we shall let expression sing.
Hear freedom ringin'.
Ohhh, memories of yesterday's broken dreams.
Hey, don't you know, don't you know
That they are gonna fade away?
Don't be afraid.
Come on up the ladder to the roof
Where we can see heaven much better.
Let's go up the ladder to the roof
Where we can be closer to heaven.
We'll laugh, I'll tell you the story of love.
How it is, the happiness in it, baby.
Combine these thoughts and together we'll travel
To the fountain of lovingness.
I will never, never, never, never,
Never leave you, baby.
As we grow older and older and older, babe.
Stand with song and sing:
Say, don't you wanna go?
Say, don't you wanna go?
Say, don't you wanna go?
Say, don't you wanna go?
Say, don't you wanna go?
Say, don't you wanna go?
Say, don't you wanna go?
Say, don't you wanna go
Up the ladder to the roof
Where we can see heaven much better.
Let's go up the ladder to the roof
Where we can be closer to heaven.
Let's go up the, up the, up the ladder to heaven.
Heaven, heaven, heaven, heaven.
Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy
He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way
He had a boogie style that no one else could play
He was the top man at his craft
But then his number came up, and he was gone with the draft
He's in the Army now, a-blowin' Reveille
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
They made him blow a bugle for his Uncle Sam
It really brought him down because he could not jam
The Captain seemed to understand
Because the next day the Cap' went out and drafted a band
And now the Company jumps when he plays Reveille
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
A-root, a-toot, a-toot-diddely-ada-toot
He blows it eight-to-the-bar, in boogie rhythm
He can't blow a note unless the bass and guitar is playin' with 'im
A-ha-ha-hand the company jumps when he plays Reveille
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
He was some boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
And when he plays boogie-woogie bugle he was busy as a "bzzzy" bee
And when he plays he makes the company jump eight-to-the-bar
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
A toot-diddelyada, toot-diddelyada, toot-toot
He blows it eight-to-the-bar
Can't blow a note if the bass and guitar isn't with 'im
A-ha-ha-hand the Company jumps when he plays Reveille
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
(bugle solo)
He puts the boys to sleep with boogie every night
And wakes 'em up the same way in the early bright
They clap their hands, and stamp their feet
'Cause they know how he blows when someone gives him a beat
Whoa-whoa he breaks it up when he plays Reveille
The boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
A-root, a toot, a-toot-diddely-ada-doot to-to-toot
He blows, eight to the bar
He can blow a note if the bass and guitar isn't, whoa, with him
And the company jumps when he plays Reveille
He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B!
Friends
And I am all alone.
There is no one here beside me.
And my problems have all gone.
There is no one to deride me.
But yah got to have friends.
The feeling's oh so strong.
Yah got to have friends
to make that day last long.
I had some firends but they're gone,
somethin' came and took them away.
And from the dusk 'til the dawn
here is where I'll stay.
Standing at the end of the road, boys,
waiting for my new friends to come.
I don't care if I'm hungry or poor,
I'm gonna get me some of them.
'Cause you got to have friends.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, friends.
That's right you, oh you, yeah you,
I said you gotta have some friends,
I'm talkin' about friends, that's right, friends.
Friends, friends, friends.
I had some firends, oh, but they're all gone, gone,
somethin' came and snatched them away.
And from the dusk until the ran ran dawn, you know,
here is where I gotta stay, here is where I gotta stay.
And I'm standing at the end of a real long road
and I'm waiting for my new friends to come.
I don't care if I'm hungry or freezin' cold,
I'm gonna get me some of them.
'Cause you gotta have friends,
that's right, friends, friends.
I gotta get my, I gotta get my, I gotta get my,
look around and see all of my friends.
Oh, friends, that's right, friends, friends,
friends, friends, friends, friends, oh,
friends, you gotta have friends . . .
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