Annie Laurie - Jimmie Lunceford

The sun'll come out Tomorrow Bet your bottom dollar That tomorrow There'll be sun Just thinkin' about Tomorrow Clears away the cobwebs And the sorrow Till there's none When I'm stuck with a day That's grey and lonely I just stick up my chin and grin And say Oh The sun'll come out tomorrow So ya gotta hang on Till tomorrow Come what may Tomorrow Tomorrow I love ya Tomorrow You're always a day away Hey you, little girl That dog there, ain't I seen him runnin' around the neighbourhood? Ain't he a stray? A stray? Oh no, officer! He's, he's my dog! Your dog, huh? So, what's his name? His name? His name is, uh, Sandy! That's it, Sandy I call him Sandy, you see, cause of his nice sandy colour Okay, let's see him answer to his name Answer? You mean when I call him? Right, when you call him Well, you see officer, I just got him and sometimes he just doesn't wanna come- Call him! Okay, here boy! Here, Sandy! Sandy! Good Sandy! Good old Sandy! Okay, kid The next time you take him out, I wanna see him on a leash and with a licence, you understand? Yes Sir, I understand, on a leash and with a licence Now, get along with you before you catch your death of cold in this weather Oh, I don't mind the weather! When I'm stuck with a day That's grey And lonely I just stick up my chin And grin And say Oh The sun'll come out tomorrow So ya gotta hang on Till tomorrow Come what may Tomorrow Tomorrow I love ya Tomorrow You're always a day away Tomorrow Tomorrow I love ya Tomorrow You're always A day Away

Coolsville Coolsville Coolsville Coolsville So perfect So nice Hey little darlin, I'm comin' your way little darlin And I'll be there Just as soon as I'm all straightened out Yeah just as soon as I'm perfect. Some things are just pictures They're scenes before your eyes And don't look now I'm right behind you Coolsville Coolsville So perfect So nice So nice! And down by the ocean under the boardwalk You were so handsome we didn't talk You're my ideal I'm gonna find you I'm goin to Coolsville So perfect So ideal This train This city This train Some things are just pictures They're scenes before your eyes And don't look now I'm right behind you Coolsville She said: Oh Jesus, why are you always in the arms of somebody else? He said: Oh man! I don't need anybody's help I'm gonna get there on my own. This train This city This train This city This train