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With Plenty Of Money And You / Where The Red, Red Roses Grow
Windsor 7465
 
    
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With Plenty Of Money And You / Where The Red, Red Roses Grow
 


ID: 18435
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LabelWindsor
WEB SITE www.windsorrecords.com
Label information
Grid list of Windsor recordings
Number7465
TypeSinging Call (two vocals)
Copies1
Vic's Rating0 (not rated)
Bpm 
Duration 
Media78 rpm vinyl
Artist(s)
Bruce Johnson (picture)     recordings by Bruce Johnson

Bruce Johnson

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Cue Sheet side A

 
Lyrics

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With Plenty Of Money And You Lyrics ID: 1246

Well, baby, what I couldn't do
With plenty of money and you.
In spite of the worry that money brings.
Just a little filthy looker buys a lot of things.
And I could take you to places that you would like to go.
But outside of that, I've no use for dough.
It's the root of all evil,
Of strife and upheaval.
But I'm certain, honey, that life would be sunny
With plenty of money and you.

It's the root of all evil,
Of strife and upheaval.
But I'm certain, honey, that life would be sunny
With plenty of money and you.

Lyrics by Al Dubin and Harry Warren.
Recorded by Count Basie.

There's A Little White House On A Little Green Hill (Where The Red, Red Roses Grow) Lyrics ID: 4361

Home, home, what a magic word, when a fellow is lonely and blue
Home, home, best you've ever heard when a fellow finds out that he's through
The sun shines east, the sun shines west, you all know that song
I know where the sun shines best, that song wasn't wrong
Home, home, like a tired bird, what a pretty little nest I'm going to

There's a little white house on a little green hill
Where the red, red roses grow
There's a little white light in the window tonight
And it shines for me, I know
Though the skies may be cloudy, say what do I care?
Mother's eyes will say "Howdy", she'll welcome back her rowdy
To that little white house on a little green hill
Where the red, red roses grow

Blue, blue, when the night descends, I'm as lonesome as lonesome can be
Who, who, yes whoever spends, that's the one that the gang wants to see
It's "howdy here", and "howdy there", when you're going strong
"Goodbye pal", and "goodbye gal", when your dreams go wrong
Through, through, with fair weather friends
I'll go back to those who won't go back on me

There's a little white house on a little green hill
Where the red, red roses grow
There's a little white light in the window tonight
And it shines for me, I know
Though the skies may be cloudy, say what do I care?
Mother's eyes will say "Howdy", she'll welcome back her rowdy
To that little white house on a little green hill
Where the red, red roses grow

Composed by Harry Akst.
Lyrics by Billy Rose.
Recorded by Burl Ives.
 

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