Canções semelhantes
Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anita O'Day
Vocals
Gary McFarland & His Orchestra
Performer
Bernie Glow
Trumpet
Herb Pomeroy
Trumpet
Doc Severinsen
Trumpet
Willie Dennis
Trombone
Bob Brookmeyer
Trombone
Phil Woods
Alto Saxophone
Zoot Sims
Tenor Saxophone
Hank Jones
Piano
Barry Galbraith
Guitar
Mel Lewis
Drums
George Duvivier
Double Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ray Biondi
Composer
Gene Krupa
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Creed Taylor
Producer
Rudy Van Gelder
Recording Engineer
Letra
Don't the moon look lonesome
Shinin' through the trees
Don't the moon look lonesome
Shinin' through the trees
Why don't your arms look lonesome
When your baby backs up to leave?
Said I'm goin' up on the mountain
To call that baby of mine
Said I'm goin' up on the mountain
To call that baby of mine
But something tells me
He's not coming back this time
Would like to go to the country
Baby, can't take you, ooh
We are goin' up to the country, baby
Can't take you, ooh
Nothin' up there that a man like you could do
He's got fins like a fish, sheep like a frog
When he loves me, I holler, "hot dog"
Love that man better than I do myself
He left me all alone, all alone on the shelf
Do you hear the drummer boogie?
Writer(s): Gene Krupa, Ray Biondi
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