Welcome to the Miracosta College Community Education Intermediate Guitar Performance Class!
We are happy to have you with us and thank you for supporting us on our guitar journey! We will be playing the following songs for you tonight and we invite you to sing along! Light refreshments to follow.
With a Little Help from My Friends - The Beatles
If You Want to Sing Out, Sing Out - Cat Stevens
I Got a Name - Jim Croce
City of New Orleans – Steve Goodman
Norwegian Wood - The Beatles
Hey Jude - The Beatles
La Bamba – Ritchie Valens
With a Little Help from My Friends - The Beatles
If You Want to Sing Out, Sing Out - Cat Stevens
I Got a Name - Jim Croce
City of New Orleans – Steve Goodman
Norwegian Wood - The Beatles
Hey Jude - The Beatles
La Bamba – Ritchie Valens
With a Little Help From my Friends - The Beatles
What would you think if I sang out of tune?
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
And I'll try not to sing out of key
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends
What do I do when my love is away?
Does it worry you to be alone?
How do I feel by the end of the day?
Are you sad because you're on your own?
No, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends
Do you need anybody?
I need somebody to love
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love
Would you believe in a love at first sight?
Yes, I'm certain that it happens all the time
What do you see when you turn out the light?
I can't tell you, but I know it's mine
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, get high with a little help from my friends
Oh, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends
Do you need anybody?
I just need someone to love
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends
Oh, I get high with a little help from my friends
Yes, I get by with a little help from my friends
With a little help from my friends
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
And I'll try not to sing out of key
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends
What do I do when my love is away?
Does it worry you to be alone?
How do I feel by the end of the day?
Are you sad because you're on your own?
No, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends
Do you need anybody?
I need somebody to love
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love
Would you believe in a love at first sight?
Yes, I'm certain that it happens all the time
What do you see when you turn out the light?
I can't tell you, but I know it's mine
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, get high with a little help from my friends
Oh, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends
Do you need anybody?
I just need someone to love
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends
Oh, I get high with a little help from my friends
Yes, I get by with a little help from my friends
With a little help from my friends
If You Want to Sing Out - Cat Stevens
Well, if you want to sing out, sing out
And if you want to be free, be free
'Cause there's a million things to be
You know that there are
And if you want to live high, live high
And if you want to live low, live low
'Cause there's a million ways to go
You know that there are
[Chorus:]
You can do what you want
The opportunity's on
And if you can find a new way
You can do it today
You can make it all true
And you can make it undo
you see ah ah ah
its easy ah ah ah
You only need to know
Well if you want to say yes, say yes
And if you want to say no, say no
'Cause there's a million ways to go
You know that there are
And if you want to be me, be me
And if you want to be you, be you
'Cause there's a million things to do
You know that there are
[Chorus]
You can do what you want
The opportunity's on
And if you can find a new way
You can do it today
You can make it all true
And you can make it undo
you see ah ah ah
its easy ah ah ah
You only need to know
Well, if you want to sing out, sing out
And if you want to be free, be free
'Cause there's a million things to be
You know that there are
You know that there are
You know that there are
You know that there are
You know that there are
And if you want to be free, be free
'Cause there's a million things to be
You know that there are
And if you want to live high, live high
And if you want to live low, live low
'Cause there's a million ways to go
You know that there are
[Chorus:]
You can do what you want
The opportunity's on
And if you can find a new way
You can do it today
You can make it all true
And you can make it undo
you see ah ah ah
its easy ah ah ah
You only need to know
Well if you want to say yes, say yes
And if you want to say no, say no
'Cause there's a million ways to go
You know that there are
And if you want to be me, be me
And if you want to be you, be you
'Cause there's a million things to do
You know that there are
[Chorus]
You can do what you want
The opportunity's on
And if you can find a new way
You can do it today
You can make it all true
And you can make it undo
you see ah ah ah
its easy ah ah ah
You only need to know
Well, if you want to sing out, sing out
And if you want to be free, be free
'Cause there's a million things to be
You know that there are
You know that there are
You know that there are
You know that there are
You know that there are
I Got A Name - Jim Croce
Like the pine trees lining the winding road
I've got a name
I've got a name
Like the singing bird and the croaking toad
I've got a name
I've got a name
And I carry it with me like my daddy did
But I'm living the dream that he kept hid
Moving me down the highway
Rolling me down the highway
Moving ahead so life won't pass me by
Like the North wind whistling down the sky
I've got a song
I've got a song
Like the whip-poor-will and the babies crying
I've got a song
I've got a song
And I carry it with me and I sing it proud
If it gets me nowhere, I'll go there proud
Moving me down the highway
Rolling me down the highway
Moving ahead so life won't pass me by
And I'm gonna go there free
Like the fool I am and I'll always be
I've got a dream
I've got a dream
They can change their minds but they can't change me
I've got a dream
I've got a dream
I know I could share it if you want me to
If your going my way I'll go with you
Moving me down the highway
Rolling me down the highway
Moving ahead so life won't pass me by
Moving me down the highway
Rolling me down the highway
Moving ahead so life won't pass me by
I've got a name
I've got a name
Like the singing bird and the croaking toad
I've got a name
I've got a name
And I carry it with me like my daddy did
But I'm living the dream that he kept hid
Moving me down the highway
Rolling me down the highway
Moving ahead so life won't pass me by
Like the North wind whistling down the sky
I've got a song
I've got a song
Like the whip-poor-will and the babies crying
I've got a song
I've got a song
And I carry it with me and I sing it proud
If it gets me nowhere, I'll go there proud
Moving me down the highway
Rolling me down the highway
Moving ahead so life won't pass me by
And I'm gonna go there free
Like the fool I am and I'll always be
I've got a dream
I've got a dream
They can change their minds but they can't change me
I've got a dream
I've got a dream
I know I could share it if you want me to
If your going my way I'll go with you
Moving me down the highway
Rolling me down the highway
Moving ahead so life won't pass me by
Moving me down the highway
Rolling me down the highway
Moving ahead so life won't pass me by
City of New Orleans - Steve Goodman
Riding on the city of New Orleans
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
There are fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail
There all out on this southbound odyssey
and the train pulls out of Kankakee
rolls past the houses, farms and fields
passin' towns that have no names
and freight yards full of old black men
and the graveyards of rusted automobiles
Singin' good morning America, how are ya
Saying don't ya know me I'm your native son
Yes I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
and I'll be gone 500 miles when day is done
And I was dealing cards with the old men in the club car
And it's penny a point, there ain't no one keeping score
Won't ya pass that paper bag that holds that bottle
You can feel the wheels grumbling through the floor
And the sons of Pullman porters; The sons of engineers
They ride their father's magic carpet made of steel
And mothers with the babes asleep
go rockin' to the gentle beat
and the rhythm of the rails is all they dream
Singin' good morning America, how are ya
Sayin' don't ya know me I'm your native son
And I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone 500 miles when day is done
Nighttime on the City of New Orleans
changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
It's halfway home and we'll be there by morning
through the Mississippi darkness rolling to the sea
And all the towns and people
they seem to fade into a bad dream
the old steel rails, it ain't heard the news
The conductor sings that song again
its passengers will please refrain
this train's got the disappearing railroad blues
Singin' it's good night America, how are ya
Sayin' don't ya know me I'm your native son
and I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
Singin' it's good night America, how are ya
Saying don't ya know me I'm your native son
Well I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone a long, long time when the day is done
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
There are fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail
There all out on this southbound odyssey
and the train pulls out of Kankakee
rolls past the houses, farms and fields
passin' towns that have no names
and freight yards full of old black men
and the graveyards of rusted automobiles
Singin' good morning America, how are ya
Saying don't ya know me I'm your native son
Yes I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
and I'll be gone 500 miles when day is done
And I was dealing cards with the old men in the club car
And it's penny a point, there ain't no one keeping score
Won't ya pass that paper bag that holds that bottle
You can feel the wheels grumbling through the floor
And the sons of Pullman porters; The sons of engineers
They ride their father's magic carpet made of steel
And mothers with the babes asleep
go rockin' to the gentle beat
and the rhythm of the rails is all they dream
Singin' good morning America, how are ya
Sayin' don't ya know me I'm your native son
And I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone 500 miles when day is done
Nighttime on the City of New Orleans
changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
It's halfway home and we'll be there by morning
through the Mississippi darkness rolling to the sea
And all the towns and people
they seem to fade into a bad dream
the old steel rails, it ain't heard the news
The conductor sings that song again
its passengers will please refrain
this train's got the disappearing railroad blues
Singin' it's good night America, how are ya
Sayin' don't ya know me I'm your native son
and I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
Singin' it's good night America, how are ya
Saying don't ya know me I'm your native son
Well I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone a long, long time when the day is done
Norwegian Wood - The Beatles
Instrumental
Hey Jude - The Beatles
Hey Jude, don't make it bad.
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her into your heart,
Then you can start to make it better.
Hey Jude, don't be afraid.
You were made to go out and get her.
The minute you let her under your skin,
Then you begin to make it better.
And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain,
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders.
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder.
Hey Jude, don't let me down.
You have found her, now go and get her.
Remember to let her into your heart,
Then you can start to make it better.
Hey Jude, don't make it bad.
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her under your skin,
Then you'll begin to make it
Better better better better better better, oh.
Na na na nananana, nannana, hey Jude...
(repeat X number of times, fade)
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her into your heart,
Then you can start to make it better.
Hey Jude, don't be afraid.
You were made to go out and get her.
The minute you let her under your skin,
Then you begin to make it better.
And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain,
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders.
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder.
Hey Jude, don't let me down.
You have found her, now go and get her.
Remember to let her into your heart,
Then you can start to make it better.
Hey Jude, don't make it bad.
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her under your skin,
Then you'll begin to make it
Better better better better better better, oh.
Na na na nananana, nannana, hey Jude...
(repeat X number of times, fade)
La Bamba – Ritchie Valens
Para bailar La Bamba
Para bailar La Bamba
Se necesita una poca de gracia
Una poca de gracia
Pa' mí, pa' ti, ay arriba, ay arriba
Y arriba, y arriba
Por ti seré, por ti seré, por ti seré
Yo no soy marinero
Yo no soy marinero, soy capitán
Soy capitán, soy capitán
Bamba, bamba
Bamba, bamba
Bamba, bamba, bam
Para bailar La Bamba
Se necesita una poca de gracia
Una poca de gracia
Pa' mí, pa' ti, ay arriba, ay arriba
Y arriba, y arriba
Por ti seré, por ti seré, por ti seré
Yo no soy marinero
Yo no soy marinero, soy capitán
Soy capitán, soy capitán
Bamba, bamba
Bamba, bamba
Bamba, bamba, bam