Lyrics:
Listen to my tale of woe,
It's terribly sad but true,
All dressed up, no place to go
Each evening I'm awfully blue.
I must win some
Listen to my tale of woe,
It's terribly sad but true,
All dressed up, no place to go
Each evening I'm awfully blue.
I must win some
Listen to my tale of woe,
It's terribly sad but true,
All dressed up, no place to go
Each evening I'm awfully blue.
I must win some
foolish things remind me of you
The park at evening when the bell has sounded
The "Ile de France" with all the gulls around it
The beauty that is
Back in the days of my childhood
In the evening when everything was still
I used to sit and listen to the fox hounds
With my dad in the old Kentucky
that he was not right.
But he found them that evening at a tavern in town,
In a quiet little out of the way place.
And they smiled at each other
Spending these lonesome evenings
With nothing to do
But to live in dreams that I make up
All by myself
Dreaming that you're beside me
I
Six o'clock on Friday evening
Momma doesn' t know she's leaving
'Til she hears the screen door slamming
Rubber squealin', gears a-jamming
of springtime
That makes the lonely winter seem long.
You are the breathless hush of evening
That trembles on the brink of a lovely song.
You are the angel
Oh, when the evening sun goes down
You will find me hanging 'round
Oh, the night life ain't no good life
But it's my life
Many people just like
high in the evening sniffing pots of glue, oh, oh, oh
I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch oh, the bitch is back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can
When the evening shadows fall
And you're wondering who to call
For a little company
There's always me
If your great romance should end
found
Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down
When you're down and out when you're on the street
When evening falls so hard I will comfort
in the name of love
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Good evening ladies and gentleman its the power piper of r&b
And I would like to welcome
afternoon
Bicycling on every Wednesday evening
Thursday, I go waltzing to the zoo
I come from London Town, I'm just an ordinary guy
Fridays, I go
la twitle dee dee dee there's peace and good will
You're welcome as the flowers on Mockin' Bird Hill
[ guitar ]
When it's late in the evening I climb
Spending these lonesome evenings
With nothing to do
But to live in dreams that I make up
All by myself
Dreaming that you're beside me
I
foolish things remind me of you
The park at evening when the bell has sounded
The "Ile de France" with all the gulls around it
The beauty that is
wonderful, my love
The world is full of wondrous things it's true
But they wouldn't have much meaning without you
Some quiet evening I sit by your side
the evening, and I'm gonna hold ya
Never turn you loose
Never gonna turn ya
Gotta keep a hold on
Hold on to my baby
Got to, got to, got to
Got to, got to,
Used to know a girl that lived down there and
she'd go out in the evenings to pick a mess of it...
Carry it home and cook it for supper, 'cause that's
Listen to my tale of woe,
It's terribly sad but true,
All dressed up, no place to go
Each evening I'm awfully blue.
I must win some
him I care
And when the evening is over
I'll kiss him goodnight and then
I'll have a date with a dream
And meet him all over again
foolish things remind me of you
The park at evening when the bell has sounded
The "Ile de France" with all the gulls around it
The beauty that is
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