| Song | January 23-30, 1978 |
| Artist | Steve Forbert |
| Album | Jackrabbit Slim |
| 作曲 : Forbert | |
| Plane comes down on the old runway | |
| Home again for a week | |
| I'll stay | |
| Hanging out like | |
| I used to do | |
| Hope to find some old friends | |
| I knew Hear the news in the honky tonk who got married, yes and who split up | |
| Drinking beer while the jukebox plays | |
| Brand new songs for brand new days | |
| Quiet nights and empty streets | |
| Sleepy town, humble home | |
| Same old waltz in the wind | |
| By the railroad track | |
| Riding out to a country bridge | |
| Moonlight shining across the ridge | |
| Frozen trees 'neath a billion stars 7 friends jammed in | |
| Robby's car | |
| High as kites and wild and gone | |
| Drunk as well and laughing loud | |
| Back at home | |
| I say good night (good night) | |
| And I close the door | |
| Sunday morning the church bell rings | |
| The organ plays and the choir sings | |
| Where am I while the preacher speaks? | |
| Dreaming dreams 'neath my sheets asleep | |
| Waking up and trying to think | |
| What went down, what'd we do? | |
| I rub my eyes and | |
| I shake my head | |
| And feel the sun | |
| Plane takes off on the old runway | |
| Snow fell light on the ground today | |
| Lost an hour that | |
| I gained before | |
| Headed back to my | |
| New York door | |
| Fare thee well, adios, adieu | |
| And best of luck to all of you | |
| I ain't no saint and | |
| I don't pretend to be | |
| But I hope you all found a friend in me | |
| City lights blink and shine | |
| Down below, let it change | |
| It's often said that life is strange | |
| Oh yes, but compared to what? (Yeah) |
| zuò qǔ : Forbert | |
| Plane comes down on the old runway | |
| Home again for a week | |
| I' ll stay | |
| Hanging out like | |
| I used to do | |
| Hope to find some old friends | |
| I knew Hear the news in the honky tonk who got married, yes and who split up | |
| Drinking beer while the jukebox plays | |
| Brand new songs for brand new days | |
| Quiet nights and empty streets | |
| Sleepy town, humble home | |
| Same old waltz in the wind | |
| By the railroad track | |
| Riding out to a country bridge | |
| Moonlight shining across the ridge | |
| Frozen trees ' neath a billion stars 7 friends jammed in | |
| Robby' s car | |
| High as kites and wild and gone | |
| Drunk as well and laughing loud | |
| Back at home | |
| I say good night good night | |
| And I close the door | |
| Sunday morning the church bell rings | |
| The organ plays and the choir sings | |
| Where am I while the preacher speaks? | |
| Dreaming dreams ' neath my sheets asleep | |
| Waking up and trying to think | |
| What went down, what' d we do? | |
| I rub my eyes and | |
| I shake my head | |
| And feel the sun | |
| Plane takes off on the old runway | |
| Snow fell light on the ground today | |
| Lost an hour that | |
| I gained before | |
| Headed back to my | |
| New York door | |
| Fare thee well, adios, adieu | |
| And best of luck to all of you | |
| I ain' t no saint and | |
| I don' t pretend to be | |
| But I hope you all found a friend in me | |
| City lights blink and shine | |
| Down below, let it change | |
| It' s often said that life is strange | |
| Oh yes, but compared to what? Yeah |