Lyrics:
the things he buys (tho she accepts the things he buys)
What she really wants is his love sometimes (really wants his love sometime)
So oh oh baby I want
Wake up baby look around
Birds sing, ooh that sound
Reminds me of a line
From "Unchained Melody"
Feel like I'm a little girl
Best thing in
I hate to see that evening sun go down
I hate to see that evening sun go down
Cause my baby, he's gone left this town
Feelin' tomorrow like I
I hate to see that evening sun go down
I hate to see that evening sun go down
Cause my baby, he's gone left this town
Feelin' tomorrow like I
My baby loved to hear this guitar blue
My baby loved to hear this guitar blue
But now she's gone I'm lonesome lonesome to
(Play that thing boy)
I hate to see that evening sun go down
I hate to see that evening sun go down
'Cause my baby, he's gone left this town
Feelin' tomorrow like I
this evenin', that is why I feel so bad
I got the blues, baby, I gotta' pack my few rags and go
I got the blues, baby, I gotta' pack my few rags
I hate to see that evening sun go down
I hate to see that evening sun go down
Cause my baby, he's gone left this town
Feelin' tomorrow like I
I got ramblin'
I got ramblin' on my mind
I got ramblin'
I got ramblin' all on my mind
Hate to leave you baby
But you treats me so unkind
I hate to see that evening sun go down
I hate to see that evening sun go down
Cause my baby, he's gone left this town
Feelin' tomorrow like I
Nine times out of ten
When she sings hot, you can`t be solemn
It sends the shivers up and down your spinal column
When she sings blue, the men
a store, and sell their goods
To the county recips
You know us po niggas, nappy hair and big lips?
Four or five babies on your crotch
And you expect
I hate to see that evening sun go down
I hate to see that evening sun go down
Cause my baby, he's gone left this town
Feelin' tomorrow like I
I got ramblin'
I got ramblin' on my mind
I got ramblin'
I got ramblin' all on my mind
Hate to leave you baby
But you treats me so unkind
I hate to see that evening sun go down
I hate to see that evening sun go down
Cause my baby, he's gone left this town
Feelin' tomorrow like I
I'm sending you red roses and violets.
(Violets of...) blue, girl.
The roses mean I love you.
The violets mean I'll always be true, girl. (Be
I hate to see that evening sun go down
I hate to see that evening sun go down
Cause my baby, he's gone left this town
Feelin' tomorrow like I
I hate to see that evening sun go down
I hate to see that evening sun go down
Cause my baby, he's gone left this town
Feelin' tomorrow like I
I hate to see that evening sun go down
I hate to see that evening sun go down
Cause my baby, he's gone left this town
Feelin' tomorrow like I
they'd be
Puttin' those life plans on the shelf
A couple American babies raisin' one up their self
One beer turns into a lit cigarette
Burnin' into
Here's to good times, baby now it's up to you
Tell me darling what it is you want to do
If you want me, you know I could be with you
We always got
Now you left me here and went out on the town
I don't know when I've been so down
The sky is dark,
The moon is blue
I don't know what I'm
on givin'
If I'm livin' in the house of the blues
Lord, I had a fever
My body cold and wrecked with pain
Yes, I had such a fever
Felt like I was goin' up in
Well, I heard the news, there's good rockin' tonight
Well, I heard the news, there's good rockin' tonight
I'm gonna hold my baby as tight as I can
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