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Evening Blues
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Singer/Songwriter
Evening Blues was released on June 16, 1998 by HighTone Records as a part of the album Blackjack David
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Release DateJune 16, 1998
LabelHighTone Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM56

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave Alvin
Dave Alvin
Vocals, Guitar
Greg Leisz
Greg Leisz
Mandolin, Guitar, Banjo
David Piltch
David Piltch
Bass Guitar
Bobby Lloyd Hicks
Bobby Lloyd Hicks
Drums, Background Vocals
Dillon O'Brian
Dillon O'Brian
Keyboards, Accordion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dave Alvin
Dave Alvin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Greg Leisz
Greg Leisz
Producer
David Ahlert
David Ahlert
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Standing barefoot in your kitchen door
Listening to the soft evening rain
Watching you drying off from your shower
Look at me like you don't know my name
Then you heat the coffee on the stove
Pull a cup down from the shelf
And slowly turn your back on me
As I sing a blues song to myself
Yeah, I wish that I could hold you, baby
But you seem so far away
Yeah, I wish that I could kiss you, baby
But I've run out of sweet words to say
And I wish that I could hear
Yeah, I wish that I could hear
The blues you sing to yourself
Now all the makeup is washed off your face
And your hair is slicked back wet
You've hung the dress up you wore last night
And changed the sheets on your bed
And all the promises you whispered to me
I guess they're meant for someone else
'Cause all I hear is the soft evening rain
And the blues that I sing to myself
Yeah, I wish that I could hold you, baby
But you seem so far away
Yeah, I wish that I could kiss you, baby
But I've run out of sweet words to say
And I wish that I could hear
Oh, I wish that I could hear
The blues you sing to yourself
The blues you sing to yourself
Now would you care if I walked out this door?
Baby, I can't really tell
Our eyes meet but we just look away
And sing our blues to ourselves
Yeah, I wish that I could hold you, baby
But you seem so far away
Yeah, I wish that I could kiss you, baby
But I've run out of sweet words to say
And I wish that I could hear
Yeah, I wish that I could hear
The blues you sing, the blues
The blues you sing to yourself
Written by: Dave Alvin
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