Lyrics:
The pickin's have been lush
And yet before the evening is over
You might give me the brush
You might forget your manners
You might refuse to stay
And so
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
Take it easy with me, please
Touch me gently like a summer evening breeze
Take your time, make it slow
Andante, Andante
Just let the feeling
At the end of day when work was over
And when the evening meal was done
Dad would read to us from the family Bible
And we'd count our many blessings one by
the morning
Satisfaction, later in the evening
Call it satisfaction, in the midnight hour
and roll their own
And they like their music with a little bit of southern sound
They kick up their heels every evening when the sun goes down
And you
your bride
"All men are false", says my mother
"They'll tell you wicked, lovin' lies
The very next evening, they'll court another
Leave you alone
The evening breeze caressed the trees tenderly
The trembling trees embraced the breeze tenderly
Then you and I came wandering by
And lost in
Every day, along about evening
When the sunlight's beginning to pale
I ride through the slumbering shadows
Along the Navajo Trail
When it's
Twilight falls,
Evening shadows find,
There 'neath the stars a maiden so fair divine.
The moon on high seemed to see her there,
In her eyes
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 handsome guy
the evening
She is waiting
Waiting for her man to come
And take her by her hand
And take her to this promise land
Woah, woah
She's a pretty face
But
It's another lonely evening
And another lonely town
But I ain't too young to worry
And I ain't too old to cry
When a woman gets me down
Got
now we sit here in the evening
And listen to the crickets sing
And we'll be here twenty years from now
And we'll hear the crickets sing
And then she'll
of London town
When the evening sun goes down
Honey, it's cold and misty, and oh, so foggy
And it's hard to find my way around
And if I should stumble
boll weevil wearing overalls
I go to church in the morning, baby, you know, down the railroad track
Late over in the evening they bring, bring
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
Girls, all I really want is girls
And in the morning it's girls
'Cause in the evening it's girls
I like the way that they walk
And it's chilly
the only kind of love I understand
She was a handsome woman just thirty-four
Who was spoken to in town by very few
She managed a late evening business
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
time that I would ask her
Then one evening her flame of love blew out
Blow me down and pick me up!
She swapped me for a trout
Got a whale
he was not right
But he found them that evening
In a tavern in town
In a quiet little out of the way place
And they smiled at each other
When he
me, any time that I would ask her
Then one evening her flame of love blew out
Blow me down and pick me up!
She swapped me for a trout
[Chorus]
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