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Harry Connick Jr.
Harry Connick Jr.


Background information
Birth name Joseph Harry Fowler Connick, Jr.
Born September 11, 1967
Origin New Orleans, Louisiana, United States
Genre(s) Swing
Traditional pop
Big band
Jazz-Funk
Years active 1977—present
Label(s) Columbia Records
Website Website



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Harry Connick Jr. Album


30 (10/23/2001)
10/23/2001
1.
2.
Chattanooga Choo Choo
3.
Somewhere My Love
4.
5.
6.
7.
Tie A Yellow Ribbon Round The Old Oak Tree
8.
9.
New Orleans
10.
Speak Softly Love
11.
Junco Partner
12.
Don't Fence Me In
13.
14.
. . .



I'm walkin', yes indeed and I'm talkin'
About you and me, I'm hopin'
That you'll come back to me,
I'm lonely as I can be, I'm waitin'
For your company, I'm hopin'
That you'll come back to me

What you gonna do when the well runs dry?
You gonna run away and hide
I'm gonna run right by your side
For you pretty baby I'll even die
I'm walkin', yes indeed and I'm talkin'
About you and me, I'm hopin'
That you'll come back to me

Well, what you gonna do when the well runs dry?
You're gonna sit right down and cry
What you gonna do when I say goodbye
All you gonna do is dry your eye
I'm walkin', yes indeed and I'm talkin'
About you and me, I'm hopin'

. . .

Chattanooga Choo Choo

[No lyrics]

. . .

Somewhere My Love

[No lyrics]

. . .



In a quaint caravan
There's a lady they call The Gypsy
She can look in the future
And drive away all your fears

Everything will go right
If you only believe The Gypsy
She could tell at a glance
That my heart was so full of tears

She looked at my hand
and told me
My lover was always true
Then all that onces I knew, dear
Somebody else was kissing you
But I'll go there again
'Cause I want to believe
The Gypsy
That my lover is true
And will come back to me some day
She looked at my hand
and told me
My lover was always true
Then all that onces I knew, dear
Somebody else was kissing you
But I'll go there again
'Cause I got to believe
The Gypsy
That my lover is true
And will come back to me some day
That my lover is true

. . .



Ask me how do I feel
now that we're cosy and clinging
Well sir, all I can say, is if I were a bell I'd be ringing!

From the moment we kissed tonight
That's the way I've just gotta behave
Boy, if I were a lamp I'd light
And If I were a banner I'd wave!

Ask me how do I feel, little me with my quiet upbringing
Well sir, all I can say is if gate I'd be swinging!
And if I were a watch I'd start popping my springs!
Or if I were a bell I'd go ding dong, ding dong ding!

Ask me how do I feel from this chemistry lesson I'm learning.
Well sir, all I can say is if I were a bridge I'd be burning!
Yes, I knew my moral would crack
From the wonderful way that you looked!
Boy, if I were a duck I'd quack!
Or if I were a goose I'd be cooked!

Ask me how do I feel,
now that we're fondly caressing
Well, if I were a salad I know I'd be splashing my dressing
Oh, If I were a season
I shortly be spring
Yes, or if I were a bell I'd go

. . .



Way down yonder in New Orleans
In the land of the dreamy scenes
It's a garden of Eden...you know what I mean

Creole babies with lovin' eyes
Softly whisper their tender sighs
Stop..ya bet your life you'll linger there...a little while
stop....won't you give your lady fair...a little smile

It's the heaven right here on earth
All the beautiful queens
Way down yonder in New...Orleans

stop....won't you give your lady fair...a little smile
stop....give lady fair...a little smile
Oh!
It's the heaven right here on earth
All the beautiful queens,
Look out!

. . .

Tie A Yellow Ribbon Round The Old Oak Tree

[No lyrics]

. . .



If your whole life somehow
Wasn't much 'til now
And you've almost lost
Your will to live
No matter what you've been through
Long as there's breath in you
There is always one more time

If your dreams go bad
Every one that you've had
don't you think that your dreams
Can't come true
Because it's funny about dreams
Just strange as it seems
Because there is always one more time

Turnin' corners
Turnin' corners
Only a state of mind
Only a state of mind
Keeping your eyes closed
Keeping your eyes closed
Worse than being blind
Worse than being blind
If better a heart out there
If better a heart out there
Looking for someone to share
Looking for someone to share
I don't care if it's been
I don't care if it's been
Turned down time and time again
Turned down time and time again
And if we meet some day
And if we meet some day
Please don't walk away
No, no don't walk away
'Cause there is always always one more time
One more time

. . .

New Orleans

[No lyrics]

. . .

Speak Softly Love

[No lyrics]

. . .

Junco Partner

[No lyrics]

. . .

Don't Fence Me In

[No lyrics]

. . .



Don't like good-byes, tears or sighs.
I'm not too good at leavin' time.
I got no taste for grievin' time. No, no - not me.

You've been my near ones, always my dear ones.
I never thought that I would find
Another love, a different kind, but it came to be.

Well, if you think I'm tellin' you lies,
Go try your luck and look into her eyes.
But remember, you must remember she's mine,
And my world overhead has a clear new shine.

Don't want to leave you, sorry to grieve you.
It's travelin' time and I must move on.
Found the girl to lean upon.
And If I could arrange it,
Would I care to change it?

. . .



I'll only miss her when I think of her
And I'll think of her all the time
Likely I'll spend my days hearing her turn of a phrase
Things I found hard to praise, right now, would seem sublime

And the truth is
I'll only miss her when some stranger laughs
'Cause it's still her laugh my heart hears
Maybe in time, I guess, the longing will grow the slightest bit less
And there will be moments, yes, when it disappears
I'll bet I forget her completely
In about a hundred years

The truth is
I'll only miss her when some stranger laughs
'Cause it's still her laugh my heart hears
Maybe in time, I guess, the longing will grow the slightest bit less
And there will be moments, yes, when it disappears
I'll bet I forget her completely

. . .


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