In The Evenin’


h1 January 1st, 1997

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This is another song that I recorded at my home, 57
East Division Street in Chicago, in 1957, on a Pentron reel-to-reel tape
recorder, at 7 1/2 IPS. I used to sing this at the Cafe Roue, on Rush
Street, where I was paid ten dollars a night.

Happy New Year!!!

Lyrics:
In The Evenin’

E A7 E A7

In the evenin, in the evenin

E A7 E7

Baby when the sun goes down

A A7 A A7

In the evenin, in the evenin

E E7

Baby when the sun goes down

A E A A7 E

Ain’t it lonesome baby when you’re not around

A E B7

And the sun goes down

When the fun, the fun’s all over

Baby when the whiskey’s all gone dry

A man gets to thinkin’

A guy was born to die

In the evenin’ in the evenin’

Baby when the sun goes down, and you’re not around

It’s goodbye my friends and pals

I’ve got to be goin’ my way

But I, I’m gonna see you all

Some old rainy day

In the evenin’ in the evenin’

Baby when the sun goes down, and you’re not around

In the evenin, in the evenin

Baby when the sun goes down

In the evenin, in the evenin

Baby when the sun goes down

Ain’t it lonesome baby when you’re not around

And the sun goes down

� 1998 McGuinn Music – Roger McGuinn

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