In The Evenin’ Mama

Harry Belafonte

In the evenin’, in the evenin’ mama
When the sun go down
In the evenin’, in the evenin’ pretty mama
When the sun go down
Don’t you feel mighty lonesome
In the evenin’ when the sun go down
My little woman, my little woman
My little woman, well she done gone
My little woman, my pretty little baby
My pretty little baby, well she done gone
She done gone, she done gone
And I feel so lonesome
In the evenin’ when the sun go down
Well if I could holler just like a mountain Jack
Then I would go ‘way up on a mountaintop
And I would call, and I would call
And I would call my baby back
Oh…. In the evenin’
It’s so hard, it’s so hard, I declare, in the evenin’
When the sun go down
In the evenin’, in the evenin’ mama,
Mama, when the sun go down,
In the evenin’, in the evenin’ , pretty mama
When the sun go down
Don’t you feel mighty lonesome
Yes, I declare in the evenin’, when the sun go down
When the sun go down