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Beautiful Place (NYC)

Summertime in equatorial Manhattan
And all the people with the puddles on their backs
Are filling up the cracks between the cars and buildings.
I don't care whether you're white or red or black or Latin,
The season's scratching like a hamster on your head,
You take a little walk outside.

One with onions and a small papaya,
You're sitting underneath a ginkgo tree,
Crazy people in their suits go by you,
It may be steamy but it's still -
A Beautiful Place.

Underground the ants are riding in the subways.
They're facing faces that they've never faced before,
They lean against the doors although the sign says not to.
57th Street, the shoppers walking sideways,
High-heeled women like flamingos on a beach,
Their dreams are within their reach inside.

Think about it all and it gets scary,
I tend to freeze up at the starting line.
In my head's a rhyming dictionary,
It ain't poetic but it's still -
A Beautiful Place

Summer nights and all the maniacs are sleeping.
Who knows what visions they are dreaming in their pates,
Perhaps a piece of cake that they have saved for breakfast.
Up here on the roof, our secrets are worth keeping.
A breeze is blowing and the city is beneath,
An ever-changing wreath of lights.

Overhead a single star is winking,
He sees you smile through the smoggy sky.
Bet I know exactly what you're thinking -
It may be dirty, honey, a little sooty, baby,
A crazy city but it's still -
A Beautiful Place.

Rockapella

Autumn In New York

Autumn in New York
Why does it seem so inviting?
Autumn in New York
It spells the thrill of first-nighting

Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds in canyons of steel
They're making me feel I'm home

It's autumn in New York
That brings the promise of new love

Autumn in New York
Is often mingled with pain

Dreamers with empty hands
They sigh for exotic lands

It's autumn in New York
It's good to live it again

This autumn in New York
Transforms the slums into Mayfair
Autumn in New York
You'll need no castles in Spain

Lovers that bless the dark
On benches in Central Park

It's autumn in New York
It's good to live it again

Frank Sinatra / Written by Vernon Duke

California

I've known her valleys, I've known her mountains
Her missions and her courtyards and her fountains
The giant redwoods towering in the skies of her
That grow as though as they know they show the size of her

I've often wandered her farthest reaches
Her deserts and her snow and, yes, her beaches
A land that paradise could well be jealous of
That's California, California, blessed by heaven from above
That's California, land I love

(I've known her valleys, I've known her mountains)
(Her missions and her courtyards and her fountains)
(The giant redwoods towering in the skies of her)
(That grow as though as they know they show the size of her)

I've often wandered her farthest reaches
Her deserts and her snows and, yes, her beaches
A land that paradise could well be jealous of
That's California, California, bless'd by heaven from above
That's California, the land I love

Frank Sinatra / Written by Sammy Cahn & Jimmy Van Heusen

Chicago

Chicago, Chicago, that toddlin' town
Chicago, Chicago, I will show you around - I love it
Bet your bottom dollar you'll lose the blues in Chicago
Chicago, the town that Billy Sunday couldn't shut down

On State Street, that great street, I just want to say
They do things they don't do on Broadway
They have the time, the time of their life
I saw a man, he danced with his wife
In Chicago, Chicago, my home town

Chicago, Chicago, that toddlin' town
Chicago, Chicago, I'll show you around - I love it
Bet your bottom dollar you'll lose the blues in Chicago
Chicago, the town that Billy Sunday could not shut down

On State Street, that great street, I just want to say
They do things that they never do on Broadway - hey
They have the time, the time of their life
I saw a man, and he danced with his wife
In Chicago, Chicago, Chicago, that's my home town

NOTE: Billy Sunday was a baseball player-turned-evangelist who preached against alcohol and other vices

Frank Sinatra / Written by Fred Fisher

Choo Choo Ch' Boogie

I'm headin' for the station with a pack on my back
I'm tired of transportation in the back of a hack
I love to hear the rhythm of the clickety clack
And hear the lonesome whistle
See the smoke from the stack
And pal around with democratic fellows named "Mac"
So, take me right back to the track, Jack!

Choo-Choo Choo-Choo Ch-Boo-gie
Woo-woo, Woo-woo Ch' Boogie
Choo-Choo Choo-Choo-Ch-Boo-gie
Take me right back to the track, Jack!

You reach your destination but alas and alack
You need some compensation to get back in the black
You take a mornin' paper from the top of the stack
And read the situations from the front to the back
The only job that's open needs a man with a knack
So, put it right back in the rack, Jack!

Choo-Choo Choo-Choo Ch-Boo-gie
Woo-woo, Woo-woo Ch' Boogie
Choo-Choo Choo-Choo Ch-Boo-gie
Take me right back to the track, Jack!

Gonna settle down by the railroad track
And live the life o'Riley in a beaten down shack
So when I hear a whistle I can peep thru the crack
And watch the train a rollin' when it's ballin-the-jack
For I just love the rhythm of the clickety clack
So take me right back to the track, Jack!

Choo-Choo Choo-Choo Ch-Boo-gie
Woo-woo, Woo-woo Ch' Boogie
Choo-Choo Choo-Choo-Ch-Boo-gie
Take me right back to the track, Jack!

Manhattan Transfer

Cruisin'

Baby let's cruise, away from here
Don't be confused, the way is clear
& if you want it you got it forever
This is not a one night stand, baby, yeah so
Let the music take your mind, ooh
Just release & you will find
You're gonna fly away
Glad you're goin' my way
I love it when we're cruisin' together

The music is played for love,
Cruisin' is made for love
I love it when we're cruisin' together

Baby tonight belongs to us
Everything's right, do what you must
& inch by inch we get closer & closer
To every little part of each other ooh baby, yeah So
Let the music take your mind
Just release & you will find
You're gonna fly away
Glad you're going my way
I love it when we're cruisin' together

The music is played for love,
Cruisin' is made for love
I love it when we're cruisin' together

Cruise with me baby
Cruise
Baby let's cruise
Let's flow, let's glide
Ooooh let's open up, & go inside
& if you want it you got it forever
I can just stay there inside you
& love you baby,
Let the music, take your mind
Just release & you will find
You're gonna fly (away)
Yeah, I'm glad you're going my way
I love it, when we're cruisin together

The music is played for love,
Cruisin' is made for (love)
I love it, I love it, I love it
You're gonna fly away
Yeah, glad you're going my way
I love it when we're cruisin' together

(The music is played for love)

It's love music

(Cruisin' is made for love)

...& fade

Smokey Robinson

Downtown

When you're alone and life is making you lonely
You can always go - downtown
When you've got worries, all the noise and the hurry
Seems to help, I know - downtown
Just listen to the music of the traffic in the city
Linger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are pretty
How can you lose?

The lights are much brighter there
You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares
So go downtown, things'll be great when you're
Downtown - no finer place, for sure
Downtown - everything's waiting for you

Don't hang around and let your problems surround you
There are movie shows - downtown
Maybe you know some little places to go to
Where they never close - downtown
Just listen to the rhythm of a gentle bossa nova
You'll be dancing with him too before the night is over
Happy again

The lights are much brighter there
You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares
So go downtown, where all the lights are bright
Downtown - waiting for you tonight
Downtown - you're gonna be all right now

(instrumental)

And you may find somebody kind to help and understand you
Someone who is just like you and needs a gentle hand to
Guide them along
So maybe I'll see you there
We can forget all our troubles, forget all our cares
So go downtown, things'll be great when you're
Downtown - don't wait a minute for
Downtown - everything's waiting for you
Downtown, downtown, downtown, downtown ...

Frank Sinatra / Written by Tony Hatch

Massachusetts

Like a dream in the night
As the snow settles white
There's a fire burning bright
In Massachusetts

And there's a house upon a hill
That keeps us from the chill
And by the grace of God
We will be in Massachusetts

CHORUS:
You can tell me about the times you spent
In the Rockies and on the plains,
Please don't think that I'm the last to say
That there ain't lots of other places
In this world that still remain
Beautiful and unchanged
But they're just not the same

The sun comes up to meet the dawn
And there's a day that must go on
There's another night that's gone
In Massachusetts

And I could spend all of my days
And remain each day amazed
At the way each day is phrased
In Massachusetts

CHORUS

Now if you could only see
I know you would agree
There ain't nowhere else to be
Like Massachusetts

And there's a house upon a hill
That keeps us from the chill
And by the grace of God
We will be in Massachusetts

Come on tell me about the time you spent
In the Rockies and on the plains
And please don't think that I'm the last to say
That there ain't lots of other places
In this world that still remain
Beautiful and unchanged
But they're just not the same as Massachusetts

Arlo Guthrie

Moonlight In Vermont

Pennies in a stream
Falling leaves, a sycamore
Moonlight in Vermont

Icy finger-waves
Ski trails on a mountainside
Snowlight in Vermont

Telegraph cables, they sing down the highway
And travel each bend in the road
People who meet in this romantic setting
Are so hypnotized by the lovely...

Ev'ning summer breeze
Warbling of a meadowlark
Moonlight in Vermont

<instrumental-one verse>

Telegraph cables, how they sing down the highway
And they travel each bend in the road
People who meet in this romantic setting
Are so hypnotized by the lovely...

Ev'ning summer breeze
The warbling of a meadowlark
Moonlight in Vermont
Moonlight in Vermont
Moonlight in Vermont

Frank Sinatra / Written by John Blackburn & Karl Suessdorf

New York, New York

Start spreadin' the news, I'm leavin' today
I want to be a part of it, New York, New York
These vagabond shoes are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it, New York, New York

I wanna wake up in a city that doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap

These little town blues are melting away
I'll make a brand new start of it, in old New York
If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you , New York, New York

New York, New York

I want to wake up in a city that never sleeps
And find I'm A-number-one, top of the list,
King of the hill, A-number-one

These little town blues are melting away
I'm gonna make a brand new start of it in old New York
A-a-a-nd if I can make it there, I'm gonna make it anywhere
It's up to you, New York, New York

New York

Tony Bennett / Written by: Fred Ebb & John Kander

Oklahoma!

Brand new state!
Brand new state, gonna treat you great!
Gonna give you barley, carrots and pertaters,
Pasture fer the cattle,
Spinach and termayters!
Flowers on the prairie where the June bugs zoom,
Plen'y of air and plen'y of room,
Plen'y of room to swing a rope!
Plen'y of heart and plen'y of hope.

Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain
And the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain.
Oklahoma, Ev'ry night my honey lamb and I
Sit alone and talk and watch a hawk
Makin' lazy circles in the sky.
We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand!
And when we say
Yeeow! Ayipioeeay!
We're only sayin'
You're doin' fine, Oklahoma!
Oklahoma, O.K.

Rogers and Hammerstein

Old Cape Cod

If you're fond of sand dunes and salty air,
quaint little villages here and there,
you're sure to fall in love with Old Cape Cod.

If you like the taste of a lobster stew
served by a window with an ocean view,
you're sure to fall in love with Old Cape Cod.

Winding roads that seem to beckon you.
Miles of green beneath the skies of blue.
Church bells chimin' on a Sunday morn
remind you of the town where you were born.

If you spend an evening you'll want to stay,
watching the moonlight on Old Cape Cod bay.
You're sure to fall in love with Old Cape Cod.

You're sure to fall in love, in love, in love.
You're sure to fall in love, in love,
with Old Cape Cod, Old Cape Cod.

Bette Midler

Route 66

Now if you ever plan to motor west
Travel my way take the highway that's the best
Get your kicks on Route 66

It winds from Chicago to LA
More than 2000 miles all the way
Get your kicks on Route 66

It goes through St. Louis
Joplin, Missouri and
Oklahoma City
Lookin mighty pretty
You'll see Amarillo, Gallup, New Mexico
Flagstaff, Arizona, don't forget Winona, Barstow, Reno
San Bernidino

Won't you get hip to this timely tip
When you make that California trip
Get your kicks on Route 66

Now if you ever plan to motor west
Travel my way take the highway that's the best
Get your kicks on Route 66

Get your kicks on Route 66 (x 5)

Brian Setzer / Written by Bobby Troup

San Francisco

When I look back, along the track
that left me here, when I'm standing
there is a place, where love begins
a certain town I left my heart in.

Chorus:
San Francisco love is all around
San Francisco you've never let it down
I have seen you open every door
San Francisco love is what we're here for

I'm eight miles high, and feeling free
and in my eyes, the sun is shining
The Golden Gate and Haight Asbury
I'm always California dreaming

San Francisco love is all around
San Francisco you've never let it down
I have seen you open every door
San Francisco love is what we're here for

I'm always California dreaming
San Francisco love is all around
San Francisco you've never let it down
I have seen you open every door
San Francisco love is what we're here for

The Olsen Brothers

Sentimental Journey

Gonna take a sentimental journey
Gonna set my heart at ease
Gonna make a sentimental journey
To renew old memories

Got my bag, got my reservation
Spent each dime I could afford
Like a child in wild anticipation
Long to hear that "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 journey home
Sentimental journey!

Doris Day / Words and music by Bud Green, Les Brown and Ben Homer

You'll Never Take the Texas Out of Me

Tanya Tucker:
You'll never take the Texas out of me
I guess a homesick country girl is all I'll ever be
And though destiny directs us
You can take me out of Texas
But you'll never take the Texas out of me

I feel at home in Oklahoma
I'm at ease in Tennessee
But my roots are deep in Texas
Home is always in the heart of me

You'll never take the Texas out of me
I guess a homesick country girl is all I'll ever be
And though destiny directs us
You can take me out of Texas
But you'll never take the Texas out of me

Big Bird (spoken):
You know, Tanya, I feel the same way about my home sweet home
(sung) You can't take Sesame Street out of me
And if I went to Texas I'd take Sesame with me
And though I like other places
I'd miss familiar faces
So you can't take Sesame Street out of me

TT and BB:
Our home sweet homes are very different
But we love them just the same
And when we take our memories with us
Home is sweet by any other name

BB:
You can't take Sesame Street out of me

TT:
Never take the Texas out of me

BB:
That funny homesick feeling is the same for you and me

Both:
And if we were to trade places
It would take more than erasers
'Cause you'll never take the feeling out of me

TT:
You'll never take the Texas

BB:
Sesame Street!

TT:
Out of me!

Tanya Tucker and Big Bird (Carroll Spinney)