afraid
writer fred rose

afraid to tell you how much i care.
afraid i’ll need you and you won’t be there.
i’d love to take you in to my heart.
but something tells me we would only part.
i loved and lost just one love ago.
i paid the cost and it hurt me so.
a heart gets careless when vows are made.
i want to love you but i’m so afraid

ain’t done one single thing this morning except for crying all night long
ain’t had no lovin’ since you’ve been gone
and i ain’t a gonna get no lovin’ till you come home
nothin’s been the same since you left me everything has gone from right to wrong
ain’t had no lovin’ since you’ve been gone
and i ain’t a gonna get no lovin’ till you come home
smiles of yesterday now find me cryin’ the red and golden rainbow turned to blue
with every breath i take i feel like dyin’
life just ain’t worth livin’ when i ain’t got you
each and every day i’ve spent without you is one more hurtin’ lonely day too long
ain’t had no lovin’ since you’ve been gone
and i ain’t a gonna get no lovin’ till you come home
ain’t had no lovin’ since you’ve been gone
and i ain’t a gonna get no lovin’ till you come home

writers milton ager, jack yellen

oh ain’t she sweet,
well see her walking down that street.
yes i ask you very confidentially:
ain’t she sweet?

oh ain’t she nice,
well look her over once or twice.
yes i ask you very confidentially:
ain’t she nice?

just cast an eye
in her direction.
oh me oh my,
ain’t that perfection?

oh i repeat
well don’t you think that’s kind of neat?
yes i ask you very confidentially:
ain’t she sweet?

oh ain’t she sweet,
well see her walking down that street.
well i ask you very confidentially:
ain’t she sweet?

oh ain’t that nice,
well look it over once or twice.
yes i ask you very confidentially:
ain’t she nice?

just cast an eye
in her direction.
oh me oh my,
ain’t that perfection?

oh i repeat
well don’t you think that’s kind of neat?
yes i ask you very confidentially:
ain’t she sweet?

oh ain’t she sweet,
well see her walking down that street.
well i ask you very confidentially:
ain’t she sweet?
well i ask you very confidentially:
ain’t she sweet?

alabama jubilee
writers jack yellen, george l. cobb

chorus: you ought to see deacon jones when he rattles the bones, old parson brown foolin’ ‘roun like a clown, aunt jemima who is past eighty three, shoutin’ "i’m full o’ pep! watch yo’ step!, watch yo’ step! one legged joe danced aroun’ on his toe, threw away his crutch and hollered, "let ‘er go!" oh, honey, hail! hail! the gang’s all here for an alabama jubilee mandolins, violins, hear the darkies tunin’ up, the fun begins, come this way, don’t delay, better hurry, honey dear, or you’ll be missin’ music sweet, rag-time treat, goes right to your head and trickles to your feet, it’s a reminder, a memory finder of nights down in old alabam’. hear that flute, it’s a beaut, and the tunes it’s tootin’, tootsie, ain’t they cute? let’s begin, it’s a sin, to be missin’ all this syncopated music! oh, you jane, once again give your legs some exercise to that refrain, boy, that’s what makes me so dreamy and takes me back home to my old alabam’.

i wonder if she thinks of me or ever needs someone
who cares for her the way i did not long ago
i wonder if she’s found someone to stay close by her side
to tell her things i never could that keep her satisfied
and now and then the many ways she shows her to love me
she always did the best she could to understand
when i bring home the troubles i’d been fightin’ with all day
she’d take my hand and ease my mind with all her loving ways
now she comes to me in secret when i lay me down to sleep
a dream of love so soft and low my heart will always keep
i wonder if she ever dreams or ever thinks of me
forgiving for never giving love to her
and if she does then maybe she’ll come back to me someday
and take my hand and ease my mind with all her loving ways