Late in the evening
The first thing I remember,
I was lying in my bed,
I couldn’t of been no more than one or two.
And I remember there’s a radio,
Comin’ from the room next door,
And my mother laughed the way some ladies do,
When it’s late in the evening,
And the music’s seeping through.
The next thing I remember,
I am walkin’ down the street,
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