Gregory Alan Isakov Evelyn Lyrics

all the tables nice and clean evelyn's asleep on the grave yard shift again selling gasoline

and theres kids smoking on south first see high-school was just a blur, to her and everything just found their place it seemed

theres an old folk song on the radio sounding thin and dark and haunted theres a bag of weed in the back beneath the books

and she can't stand the sight of this coldasac like an old crow, king of the lamp-post and this window hasn't been this clean since it last rained

well she pictures up a different day driving west to east L.A and there aint no sign of a dime, but hey anyone can dream...anyone can dream
and all the college girls come in when the bars let out and they're hungry making such a mess, evelyn just talks trash, as she's sweeping up

theres a thin dark cloud in the evening air after every sunny day there's a bum who lives in the parking lot wash the windows just to say hey.

all the tables nice and clean evelyn's asleep on the grave yard shift again selling gasoline

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