Songs
The album contained seven top 100 Billboard hits, including "Just Out of Reach (Of My Two Open Arms)", "Cry to Me", "Can't Nobody Love You", "If You Need Me", "You're Good For Me", "Goodbye Baby (Baby Goodbye)", and "He'll Have to Go". The New Rolling Stones Album Guide singles out Burke's version of the 1959 hit "He'll Have to Go" here as "a heartbreaking interpretation" and his version of Woody Guthrie's "Hard, Ain't It Hard" as a "lively stab". Allmusic notes that Burke's version of "Cry to Me" is "vaguely Caribbean in rhythmic feel", contributing to an "upbeat tempo" that stands "at odds" from the "solemn" lyrics.
| Charting song | Charting year | Black Singles | Pop Singles | Adult Contemporary |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| "Just Out of Reach (Of My Two Open Arms)" | 1961 | #7 | #24 | #6 |
| "Cry to Me" | 1962 | #5 | #44 | |
| "Can't Nobody Love You" | 1963 | #66 | ||
| "If You Need Me" | 1963 | #2 | #37 | |
| "You're Good for Me" | 1963 | #8 | #49 | |
| "Goodbye Baby (Baby Goodbye)" | 1964 | #33 | #33 | |
| "He'll Have to Go" | 1964 | #51 | #51 |
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