AIN’T NO SUNSHINE
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
It’s not warm when she’s away.
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
And she’s always gone too long
Anytime she goes away.
Wonder this time where she’s gone
Wonder if she’s gone to stay
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
And this house just ain’t no home
Anytime she goes away.
BRIDGE:
And I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, hey,
I ought to leave the young thing along
But ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
Only darkness every day.
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
And this house just ain’t no home
Anytime she goes away.
Anytime she goes away.
Anytime she goes away.
Anytime she goes away.
Words & Music by
Bill Withers
BETTER OFF DEAD
She couldn’t stand me anymore so she just took the kids and went.
You see, I’ve got a drinkin’ problem, all the money that we had I
spent.
Now I must die by my own hand ‘cause I’m not man enough to live alone.
Hey, hey, she’s better off without me and I’m better off dead now
that she’s gone.
Ah, she gave the most, took the least, she even had the priest come to our home.
And I cried and prayed and promised that I’d leave the stuff alone.
Now I must leave what I can’t face, I hope she finds the kids a happy home.
Hey, hey she’s better off without me and I’m better off dead now that
she’s gone.
She used to call her friend and cry, then the man cut off the telephone.
She’d sit and cry while I went out and pawned the things we owned.
Now I must die by my own hand ‘cause I’m not man enough to live alone.
Hey, hey she’s better off without me and I’m better off dead.
Words & Music by
Bill Withers
DO IT GOOD
(Do it good)
(Do it good)
(Do it good)
If you want to kiss a funky beagle,
Hitch a ride upon an eagle
Read a catalog from Spiegel
Go on and do it, do it, do it,
Go on and do it, do it, do it,
Hey do it, do it to it,
But do it good.
Ah, fish was made for hook-in’,
And grits was made for cookin’
And eyes were made for lookin’,
Go on and do it, do it, do it,
Go on and do it, do it, do it,
But do it good.
Words & Music by
Bill Withers
I don't have any lyrics for this song.
GRANDMA’S HANDS
Grandma’s hands clapped in church on Sunday morning.
Grandma’s hands played the tambourine so well.
Grandma’s hands used to issue out a warning,
She’d say, “Billy don’t you run so fast,
Might fall on a piece of glass,
Might be snakes there in that grass,”
Grandma’s hands
Grandma’s hands sooth the local unwed mother
Grandma’s hands used to ache sometimes and swell
Grandma’s hands used to lift her face and tell her,
She’d say, “Baby Grandma understands,
That you really loved that man,
Put yourself in Jesus’ hands.”
Grandma’s Hands
Grandma’s hands used to hand me piece of candy.
Grandma’s hands picked me up each time I fell.
Grandma’s hands, boy they really came in handy
She’d say, “ Mattie don’t you whip that boy.
What you want to spank him for?
He didn’t drop no apple core,”
But I don’t have Grandma anymore,
If I get to heaven I’ll look for
Grandma’s hands.
Um,mm,mm.
Written by Bill Withers
HARLEM
Summer night in Harlem, man it's a really hot
Well it's too hot to sleep, and I'm too cold to heat
I don't care if I die or not
Winter night in Harlem
Radiator won't get hot
Well the mean old landlord, he don't care
If I freeze to death or not
Saturday night in Harlem, everything's allright
You can really swing and shake you're pretty
Everything's allright
Sunday morning here in Harlem, everybody's all dressed up
While the hip folks gettin' a home from the party
And the good folks just got up
Crooked delegation wants a donation
To send the preacher to the holy land,
Hey, hey lawd, honey don't give your money to that lying, cheatin' man.
Words & Music by
Bill Withers
HOPE SHE’LL BE HAPPIER
Maybe the lateness of the hour
Makes me seem bluer than I am
But in my heart there is a shower,
I hope she’ll be happier with him.
Maybe the darkness of the hour
Makes me seem lonelier than I am,
But over the darkness I have no power,
Hope she’ll be happier with him.
BRIDGE:
I can’t believe that she don’t want to see me,
We lived and loved with each other so long.
I never thought that she really would leave me,
But she’s gone.
Maybe the lateness of the hour
Makes me seem bluer than I am,
But in my heart there is a shower,
Hope she’ll be happier with him.
Words & Music by
Bill Withers
I’M HER DADDY
How do you do, Lucy?
You sure been hard to find.
I heard you had a daughter
Six years old and
I just can’t keep from cry’n’.
Six years Lucy, Lord have mercy,
That’s a long time, that’s a long time.
Is she pretty, has she grown?
Does she sleep well in a room of her own?
Can I see her?
Does she know that I’m her daddy, I’m her daddy?
Did you give her one of my pictures?
Does she carry yeh, yeh, picture with her?
Does she show it to the baby sitter, and say,
“See that man, that’s my daddy, that’s my daddy?”
You should ‘a told me, Lucy, You should ‘a told me, Lucy,
Yeh, you should ‘a told me, Lucy.
Oh, Lucy. Oh, Lucy. Oh, Lucy. Oh, Lucy.
You should ‘a told me Lucy.
Words & Music By
Bill Withers
IN MY HEART
When I need some affection you’re not there,
I close my eyes and use my recollection,
And in one moment there’s my fav’rite scene,
Taken from the place where I keep my dreams,
In my heart, in my heart.
It’s a lovely lovely lovely lovely thing to see,
The picture in the birthday wallet that you gave to me.
But a man can lose a photograph, so just in case,
I keep your portrait close to me in a special place,
In my heart, in my heart, in my heart, in my heart,
In my heart. Hey, hey, in my heart, in my heart. Hey
Words & Music by Bill Withers
Published by Bleunig Music
I don't have any lyrics for this song.
MOANIN’ AND GROANIN’
(Hmm) (hum) (hum)
Ah, she keeps me moanin’, groanin’, hey, because I feel so good,
Feel real good.
Why can’t nobody love me like my baby does?
Young girl turned out to be two times quite the woman that I thought she was.
Oh she keeps me moanin’, groanin’, hey, because I feel is good. I
feel real good.
Oh, can’t nobody do, no, no, no, what my baby’s done.
Said, if she ain’t the best in the world, she’s good as the goodest
one,
And she keeps me moanin’, groanin’, hey, because
I feel real good.
I feel real good.
Oh, oh, eh, hey, oh, ho, oh, ho,
Oh, ho, oh, ho
Words & Music by Bill Withers
SWEET WANOMI
In a room with soft satin pillows,
Cracklin’ fireplace keeps us warm.
Whisprin’ wind through weepin’ willows,
And sweet Wanomi restin’ in my arms.
In a soft light her eyes are gleamin’
Pretty little hand covers up her mouth when she yawns.
Wake me up, I must be dreamin’ that
Sweet Wanomi restin’ in my arms.
Sleepy kisses, warm me softly
Get much warmer later on.
I reach for the light and turn it off,
Uh, huh, sweet Wanomi restin’ in my arms.
Sweet Wanomi restin’ in my arms
Sweet Wanomi restin’ in my arms
Sweet Wanomi restin’ in my arms.
Words & Music by
Bill Withers
