Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Appel
Appel
Performer
Dirk Van Der Westhuizen
Dirk Van Der Westhuizen
Performer
Juan Boucher
Juan Boucher
Performer
Juanita du Plessis
Juanita du Plessis
Performer
Kurt Darren
Kurt Darren
Performer
Nicholis Louw
Nicholis Louw
Performer
Prop
Prop
Performer
Ricus Nel
Ricus Nel
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
B. Danoff
B. Danoff
Composer
Buddy Kaye
Buddy Kaye
Composer
Ellie Greenwich
Ellie Greenwich
Composer
Hans Bouwens
Hans Bouwens
Composer
Lead Belly
Lead Belly
Composer
Neil Sedaka
Neil Sedaka
Composer
David Hess
David Hess
Composer
Howard Greenfield
Howard Greenfield
Composer
Jeff Barry
Jeff Barry
Composer
John Denver
John Denver
Composer
Ethel Lee
Ethel Lee
Composer
Taffy Nivert Danoff
Taffy Nivert Danoff
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dirk van Niekerk
Dirk van Niekerk
Producer

Lyrics

Sha la la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la la
When the day is dawnin'
On a Texas Sunday mornin'
How I long to be there
With Marie who's waitin' for me there
Ev'ry lonely city where I hang my hat
Ain't as half as pretty as where my baby's at
Is this the way to Amarillo?
Ev'ry night I've been huggin' my pillow
Dreamin' dreams of Amarillo
And sweet Marie who waits for me
Show me the way to Amarillo
I've been weepin' like a willow
Cryin' over Amarillo
And sweet Marie who waits for me
Sha la la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la la
And Marie who waits for me
When the sun shines on the mountains
And the night is on the run
It's a new day, it's a new way
And I fly up to the sun
Ican feel the morning sunlight
I can smell the new-born hay
I can hear God's voices calling
From my golden sky-light way
Una paloma blanca
I'm just a bird in the sky
Una paloma blanca
Over the mountain I fly
No one can take my freedom away
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
Your doggy's gonna have a puppy
And we're runnin' outta Coke
No enchiladas in the icebox
And the television's broke
I saw some lipstick on your sweatshirt
I smelled some perfume in your ear
Well if you're gonna keep on messin'
Don't bring your business back a-here
Mmm, Speedy Gonzales, why don't cha come home?
Speedy Gonzales, how come ya leave me all alone?
"Hey, Rosita - come quick
Down at the cantina they giving green stamps with tequila!!"
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
Old MacDonald had a farm
E-I-E-I-O
And on that farm he had a cow
E-I-E-I-O
With a moo moo here
And a moo moo there
Here a moo, there a moo
Everywhere a moo moo
Old MacDonald had a farm
E-I-E-I-O
And on his farm he had a pig
E-I-E-I-O
With a oink oink here
And a oink oink there
Here a oink, there a oink
Everywhere a oink
With a moo moo here
And a moo moo there
Here a moo, therea moo
Everywhere a moo moo
Old MacDonald had a farm
E-I-E-I-O
Old MACDONALD had a farm
E-I-E-I-O
And on his farm he had a hen
E-I-E-I-O
With a cluck cluck here
And a cluck cluck there
Here a cluck, there a cluck
Everywhere a cluck
With a oink oink here
And a oink oink there
Here a oink, there a oink
Everywhere a oink
With a moo moo here
And a moo moo there
Here a moo, there a moo
Everywhere a moo moo
Old MacDonald had a farm
E-I-E-I-O
There she was just a-walkin' down the street, singin'
"Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do"
Snappin' her fingers and shufflin' her feet, singin'
"Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do"
She looked good (looked good), she looked fine (looked fine)
She looked good, she looked fine and I nearly lost my mind
Now we're together nearly every single day, singin'
"Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do"
A-we're so happy and that's how we're gonna stay, singin'
"Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do"
Well, I'm hers (I'm hers), she's mine (she's mine)
I'm hers, she's mine, wedding bells are gonna chime
Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do
Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do
Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home
It wasdown in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton
In them old cotton fields back home
It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
In them old cotton fields back home
Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, growin' like a breeze
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads
I hear her voice in the mornin' hour, she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
Drivin' down the road, I get a feelin'
That I should've been home yesterday, yesterday
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads
La la la (Hey hey) la la la (Hey hey)
La la la (Hey hey) la la la
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads
La la la (Hey hey) la la la (Hey hey)
La la la (Hey hey) la la la
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads
Take me home, country roads
Take me home, country roads
Written by: Bill Danoff, Buddy Kaye, David Hess, Ellie Greenwich, Ethel Lee, Hans Bouwens, Howard Greenfield, Jeff Barry, John Denver, Lead Belly, Neil Sedaka, Taffy Nivert Danoff
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