School is out (Anderson/Barge/Guida/Royster) C F G C No more books and studies F And I can stay out late with my buddies C I can do the things that I wanna do G 'Cause all my cares are through C I can root for the Yankees from the bleachers F And don't have to worry 'bout teachers C And I'm so glad that school is out G C Well, I'm gonna sing and shout! Chorus: G (School is out) Everybody's gonna have some fun C (School is out) Everybody's gonna jump and run G (School is out) Come on, people, don't you be late C (School is out) I just got time to take my girl out on a date C School is out at last F And I'm so glad I passed C Everybody come and go with me G G We're gonna have a night with Daddy People, are you ready, people, are you ready For the show time, show time that's in your town ? People, are you ready, people, are you ready For the show time, show time that's in your town ? Alimony (R. L. Jones/W. Young/R. Higginbotham) C F G C Look at this one, look at that one Tell me do they look like me F All my friends said, don't you worry C Said they'll testify for me G F C Well, I wonder which of my friends had it in for me Alimony, alimony, alimony is killing me F I don't want six extra children C When ain't but two that look like me G F Please, have mercy, judge your honor C Alimony is killing me Please, have mercy, judge your honor I'm as poor as I can be Ain't had money in my pockets Since way back in fifty three Can't you cut down all my payment ? Alimony is killing me Alimony, alimony, alimony is killing me Alimony, alimony, alimony is killing me Jesus on the mainline (Traditional) C F G C Now, Jesus is on that mainline Tell Him what you want F Jesus is on that mainline C Tell Him what you want Jesus is on that mainline Tell Him what you want G F C You can call Him up and tell Him what you want Well, the line ain't never busy Tell Him what you want Wo, that line ain't never busy Tell Him what you want The line ain't never busy Tell Him what you want You can call Him up And tell Him what you want Now, if you're sick and wanna get well Tell Him what you want Oo, if you're sick and you wanna get well Tell Him what you want If you're sick and you wanna get well Tell Him what you want You can call Him up and tell Him what you want Well, if you want your soul converted Tell Him what you want If you want your soul converted Tell Him what you want If you want your soul converted Tell Him what you want You can call Him up and tell Him what you want Now, if your soul's in danger Tell Him what you want If your soul's in danger Tell Him what you want If your soul's in danger Tell Him what you want You can call Him up and tell Him what you want I know Jesus is on that mainline Tell Him what you want Jesus is on that mainline Tell Him what you want Jesus is on that mainline Tell Him what you want Call Him up, call Him up, call Him up, call Him up Call Him up and tell Him what you want At the dark end of the street (Penn/Moman) Spoken: right now, gonna retire from singing for a moment, let El and Terry and Bobby sing this next favourite of yours, goes back into the sixties, I guess. Long time ago. At the Dark End of the Street. C F G C G C At the dark end of the street G C That's where we always meet F C Hiding in shadows where we don't be long F G C Living in darkness to hide our wrong F C F G C You and me at the dark end of the street F C F G C You and me I know time is gonna take its toll We have to pay for the love we stole It's a sin and we know it's wrong But our love keeps coming on strong Tonight we'll meet at the dark end of the street You and me They're gonna find us, oh, they'll find us They're gonna find us, they're gonna find us Oooooh, some day You and me at the dark end of the street You and me And when the daylight hour rolls around And by chance we're both downtown If we should meet, just walk on by Ooooh darling, please don't you cry Tonight we'll meet at the dark end of the street You and me Do Re Mi (Woody Guthrie) G C G7 D D7 Bm Em G Lots of folks back east they say C Leaving home most every day D7 Beating the hot old dusty way G To the California line 'Cross the desert sands they roll C Getting out of that Old Dust Bowl D Think they're coming to a sugar bowl G D7 G But here's what they find D Police at the port of entry say D7 You're number fourteen thousand for today G Hey, if you ain't got the Do Re Mi, boy D If you ain't got the Do Re Mi D7 Well, you better go back to beautiful Texas G Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennes-see California is the garden of Eden G7 C It's a paradise to live in or see G D But believe it or not Bm C You won't find it so hot D G If you ain't got the Do Re Mi You want to buy a home or a farm That can't do nobody harm Take your vacation by the mountains or sea Don't swap your old cow for a car You better stay right where you are Better take this little tip from me Well, I look through the want ads every day The headlines in the papers always say Volver, Volver (F. Z. Maldonado) C F G C Este amor apasionado F Anda todo alborotado por volver G Hoy camino a la locura C Y aunque todo me tortura, sé querer Nos dejamos hace tiempo Pero llegó el momento de perder Tú tenías mucha razón Le hago caso al corazón Y me muero por volver Y volver, volver, volver A tus brazos otra vez Llegaré hasta donde estés Yo sé perder, yo sé perder Quiero volver, volver, volver Muchas gracias, thank you! This impassioned love goes on, compelling me to return; I'm on the road to madness and although everything tortures me, I know how to love. We parted ways some time ago But the moment of loss arrived. You had every reason; I heed my heart And I'm dying to return. And to return, to return, to return To your arms again I will arrive where you are I know how to lose, I can take it I want to return, return, return. How can a poor man stand such times and live? (Alfred Reed) G C G7 D D7 Am G D G I remember a time when every thing was cheap D Now prices nearly puts a man to sleep D7 G G7 Well, when we get our grocery bill C Am We feel like making our will G D7 G Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live ? G D7 G Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live ? Well, the doctor comes around with his face all bright And he says, "In a little while you'll be all right!" Well, all he gives is a humbug pill Dose of dope and a great big bill Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live ? Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live ? Most preachers, well, they preach for gold and not for soul Well, that's what keeps us poor folks always in a hole Now, we can hardly get our breath Taxed and schooled and preached to death Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live ? Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live ? Smack Dab in the middle (Charles E. Calhoun) F# F#7 B C#7 E F# Well, pick me a town in any clime People like a rockin' time Stay awake both day and night And everybody's feeling good and right F#7 Then throw me B Smack dab in the middle Smack dab in the middle C#7 Smack dab in the middle E F# Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul I want ten Cadillacs and a diamond mill Ten suits of clothes all dressed to kill Ten room house and-a some barbecue And-a fifty chicks none over twenty-two Then throw me Smack dab in the middle Smack dab in the middle Smack dab in the middle Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul I want a lotta bread and gangs of meat Oodles of butter and something sweet Gallons of coffee to wash it down And bi-carbonated soda by the pound Smack dab in the middle Smack dab in the middle Smack dab in the middle Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul Well, I want a big jazz band, a lotta dancing girls A street that's paved with natural pearl Bring me a wagonload of bonds and stocks And then open up the doors to Fort Knox Then throw me Smack dab in the middle Smack dab in the middle Smack dab in the middle Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul Soul, soul, soul Smack dab, smack dab, smack dab... Thank you folks! I'm gonna introduce everybody for you On alto sax: Frank Villarreal On drums: Ise Garcia Bass: Big Red, in your town tonight, Big Red Bajo sexto: Jesse Ponce Accordion: Flaco Jimenez And helping out on vocal: Eldridge King, Terry Evans and Bobby King Thank you again and good night!