Eleanor Rigby - Booker T. & The M.G.'s

I?

m Eleanor Rigby, I picked up the rice

In the church where the weddin?

s had been, yeah

I?

m Eleanor Rigby, I?

m keepin?

my face in a jar by the door

You wanna know what is it for?

Well, all the lonely people

Where do they all come from?

yeah

All the lonely people, where do they all belong?

now now

Father McKenzie writin?

a words to a sermon that no one will hear

No one comes near

Look at him workin?, darnin?

his socks in the night

What does he care?

yeah

All the lonely people, where do they all come from?

All the lonely people, where do they all belong?

yea!

Uum-hum-um-um, um hum- hum- yea!

Eleanor, baby, um hum-hum-um

Eleanor Rigby, died in the church

And was buried along with her name

Nobody came

Father McKenzie wipin?

the dirt from his hands

As he walked from the grave

Sayin?

all the lonely people, where do, where do they come from?

All over the world, the lonely, lonely, lonely, people

Where do, where do they all belong?

Ooo lonely, only the lonely know

Ooohoo lonely, only the lonely people know

Just like a Eleanor Rigby, yeah, Eleanor, Eleanor

Rigby, only the lonely, yeah the lonely, yea-e-yea

fades-

Loneliness

Yeah gotta love some lonely people