Lyrics:
Anna came from Ireland when she was 21
She settled down in Evansville
A lookin for some fun. But she had no
Idea, the people she would meet
The crazy
I've been loved in Cincinnati, Evansville and in St Paul
All the gals were pretty and I ain't tryin' to find no fault
There's a gal in the Windy
SOUTHERN LOVING
(Jim Owen)
« © '73 Unichappell Music »
I've been loved in Cincinnati Evansville and St Paul
All the gals were pretty and I ain't
love, if we’ve been drifting
Hold me on your way back down
A wasted red eye, arrived in Evansville
Tired from a long night, tied up, and thinking still
I already went from rookie of the year to winnin' them championships
On my dana evans shit
Shoutout to Yin, he in Evansville
You know me, I walk with
Perched on the curbside in Evansville
Heels to my sneakers rubbed down to the asphalt
Wait for my bus to arrive as I watch it descend down the hill
watchin' the football game
For I'll have that pint you owe me, I'm gonna drink me fill
When we meet next week at RiRa in downtown Evansville
They've got
at Top Cats, staring at the crowd
The music we developed, now they're sharing in the sound
Getting big in the city, growing out of bounds
Evansville,
honestly, bro, it's all the same to me
Evansville, Nashville, Clarksville, they're all gonna be coming to me
I'm spittin' bars, drivin' cars, goin' to mars,
Just passed Evansville, on the Indiana line
Take a look in the mirror, can't leave you behind
Hung a right at Toledo, you know I can't complain
at last
They tremble with the nervous thought
Of having been, at last, forgot
IL-L-IN-O-IS (We are awakened with the axe)
Ring the bell and call or write
I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S
Ring the bell and call or write us
I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S
Can you call the Captain Clitus?
Logan, Grant, and Ronald Reagan
In the grave
IL-L-IN-O-IS!
Ring the bell and call or write us
IL-L-IN-O-IS!
Can you call the Captain Clitus?
(Who will save it?)
Logan, Grant, and Ronald Reagan
I get out of the underground near Hollywood and Vine
I had the whole train to myself, no one ever rides
I'm in my costume, my mask and tights
I'm
conversations
Witchever way, in order to fly over the moon
You gotta have faith in its different phases
We're just souls that nobody knows in earth's congregation
in the city man cmon now
Right now you on east side of the Evansville right now, the beast on the East
Foreal)
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