Harry Belafonte — In the Evenin Mama

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