Good evening, Evangeline Rose
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My you're looking beautiful, In your ribbons and bows.
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Been missing you, out here on the road,
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So many things to say to you, Things you should know
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But honestly these words I speak
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Said on the phone when I'm long gone
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Just don't say what I need you to hear
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Don't worry if my words aren't clear
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When I hang up this phone
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I'm comin' home
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Good evening, Evangeline Rose
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My how the days pass so fast, my how you've grown
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And I'm wondering, how long you've known
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That you give me all the reason and the rhyme
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With a simple hello
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But when I'm gone, one day's too long
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I miss so much, I can't touch
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The moments, the laughter, the pain
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There's so much I can't explain
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Right here right now on the phone
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I'm comin' home
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And these tires on the road they hum a melody so sweet
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And they whisper words that only you would say
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And though they take me from the only place I ever felt complete
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My dear, they always take me home
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Good evening, Evangeline Rose
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My you're looking beautiful, in your ribbons and bows
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As you take my arm, I smile and you know
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That I can give your hand away today
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But I'll never let you go
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And honestly, I cannot speak
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My little girl, my whole world
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Time stood still, for a while
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Watch you walking down the aisle
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My sweet Evangeline Rose
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It's good to be home
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Evangeline Rose
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Marc Broussard |