In the Evening Jones, Page, Plant

    In the evening, When the day is done
    I'm looking for a woman, but the girl don't come
    So don't let her, Play you for a fool
    She don't show no pity baby, she don't make no rules

    Oh, oh, I need your love, I need your love
    Oh, I need your love, I just got to have

    So don't you let her, Oh, get under your skin
    It's only bad luck and trouble, From the day that you begin
    I hear you crying in the darkness, Don't ask nobody's help
    Ain't no pockets full of mercy baby, Cause you can only blame yourself


    Oh it's simple, All the pain that you go through
    You can turn away from fortune, fortune, Cause that's all that's left to you
    It's lonely at the bottom, Man, it's dizzy at the top
    But if you're standing in the middle, Ain't no way you're gonna stop


    Oh whatever that your days may bring
    No use hiding in a corner, Cause that won't change a thing
    If you're dancing in the doldrums, One day soon, it's got to stop, it's got to stop
    When you're the master of the off-chance, When you don't expect a lot



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