Club has closed,
you're so tired
All night long you're in the
glowin' hot
No camps, they're all high
Wonder where people are goin'
Feel the heart as you walk
You wanna hide before
the dark
But Sunday's here and you're there
What are you thinkin' of doin'?
You got no friends, they don't care
Whether you win or lose
and it's awful bad
you're feeling sad you wanna hide
but then the dawn breaks
and today becomes tomorrow
not a penny can you borrow
people busy all around you
if they only knew that maybe
you could lose your sorrow
cause you really need a good break
and you feel so bad your heart aches
later in the evening
when the shadows fall
you're
really gonna let
Got no friends, they don't care
Whether you're winning or losing,
it's awful bad
You're feeling sad, you want to hide,
but then the dawn breaks
And today becomes tomorrow
Not a penny can you borrow
People busy all around you
If they only knew that maybe
you could lose yourself, oh
Cause you really need a good friend
And you feel so bad, your heart aches
Maybe later in the evening
When the shadows fall
You really gonna let your heart sing?
I'm gonna let it sing
Don Young, Art Thiemann
Art Thiemann on the tenor saxophone
Put your hands together
for one of our dear friends,
we're delighted that you can come up and join us on guitar,
the one and only Mr. Jim Mullen.
Jim and I go way back,
in fact the first time,
I hope he doesn't mind me mentioning this,
The first time I bumped into him,
he was a big,
hairy monster.
We were playing at the Palermo Jazz Festival in Sicily in 1970,
I think it was, Jim was with Brian Auger at the time.
We're going to sing a blues
arranged by Harry South.
I've written some lyrics about when I first went to the Bull's
Head in Barnes on the bus to listen to Jimmy Witherspoon
singing with the Dick Morrissey Quartet.
Okay, this is the blues of the boom.