Sam Cooke — Dont Get Around Much Anymore

[Verse 1] Missed the Saturday dance I heard they crowded the floor Couldn't bear it without you I don't get around much anymore Thought I'd visit the club Got as far as the door They'd have asked me about you I don't get around much anymore [Bridge] And oh, darling, I guess, my mind's more at ease But nevertheless, why stir up old memories? [Verse 2] Been invited on dates Might have gone but what for? Awfully different without you I don't get around much anymore Oh, I missed that Saturday dance But I heared they flooded the floor I couldn't bear it without you Don't get around much anymore So I thought I'd visit the club But I only got as far as the door Someone will ask me about you I don't get around much anymore [Bridge] Oh, oh, oh, darling, I guess, I guess my mind's more at ease Oh, but never, but never, but never But nevertheless, now, why stir up old memories? [Outro] Oh, I've been invited on dates And I might have gone but what for? It's awfully, awfully, awfully different without you I don't get around much anymore, no, no, no Know that I don't, I just don't get around much anymore Anymore, no, anymore