That Evening Sun

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The alley dogs are barking chickens 
crowing down the lane
I feel just like that rooster with 
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his mournful low refrain
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With the sundown on my shoulder 
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justa hanging 'round the yard
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I'll be leaving here tomorrow 
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gonna catch an empty car


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There's a thousand constellations in
 that brilliant beaming sky
But the earth is just one station on
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 that lonesome starry line
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There's a distant whistle blowing 
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down a rusty stretch of track
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And I'm just an empty coal car on 
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a train not coming back


Chorus:

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Well I hate to see that evening sun
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 go down
          Bm                      
When it's lonesome coming down my 
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trail
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And I know this train will take me 
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where I'm bound
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But I hate to see that evening sun 
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go down


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Well the sidewalks have their street
 lamps, the city has their glow
And the poorboy has the moonlight 
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walking in his shadow
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But the nighttime can't be trusted
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 to return the morning sun
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And my eyes have not adjusted to 
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this black face I've got on


Chorus:

       G                           
Well I hate to see that evening sun
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 go down
          Bm                      
When it's lonesome coming down my 
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trail
      G                            
And I know this train will take me 
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where I'm bound
      A                            
But I hate to see that evening sun 
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go down


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Don't the nighttime make you 
lonesome for that early morning sun
For that light upon that engine 
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reaching t'wards the dawn
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You can spend your whole life 
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racing down rusty railroad lines
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It's the setting sun your chasing 
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in that dark and rolling sky


Chorus:

       G                           
Well I hate to see that evening sun
    D
 go down
          Bm                      
When it's lonesome coming down my 
A
trail
      G                            
And I know this train will take me 
          D
where I'm bound
      A                            
But I hate to see that evening sun 
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go down