Paroles Evelyn de Gregory Alan Isakov

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Textes et Paroles de Evelyn




All the tables nice and cleanEvelyn's asleepOn the graveyard shift againSelling gasolineAnd there's kids smoking on south firstSee high-school was just a blur, to herAnd everything just found their place it seemedThere's an old folk song on the radioSounding thin and dark and hauntedThere's a bag of weed in the back beneath the booksAnd she can't stand the sight of this cul-de-sacLike an old crow, king of the lamp-postAnd this window hasn't been this clean since it last rainedWell she pictures up a different dayDriving west to east L.A.And there ain't no sign of a dime, but heyAnyone can dream...anyone can dreamAnd all the college girls come in when the bars let out and they're hungryMaking such a mess, Evelyn just talks trash, as she's sweeping upThere's a thin dark cloud in the evening airAfter every sunny dayThere's a bum who lives in the parking lotWash the windows just to say heyAll the table nice and cleanEvelyn's asleepOn the graveyard shift againSelling gasoline

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