Lyrics Eleanor Rigby - Live at Fillmore West, San Francisco, February 5, 1971 - Aretha Franklin

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?
All in this world
All lonely people where do, where do y′all belong?

Father McKenzie, writin′ the 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?

Talkin' about all (all the lonely people) lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All of this world (all the lonely people)
All lonely people tell me where do, where do they all belong? Tell me

(Eleanor)
Eleanor Rigby
Eleanor
Eleanor Rigby

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 (all the lonely people) all the lonely people
Where do they even come from?
All over this world (all the lonely people) the lonely, lonely, people
Where do (all the lonely people) where do they all belong?

Eleanor
Could it be?
Could it be, could it be Eleanor Rigby?
Come on girl, do your thing, yeah, yeah
Eleanor, Eleanor Rigby
Come on with it, woo-woo
Eleanor Rigby, baby
Do your thing!

Oh-oh-oh (all the lonely, the lonely people)
I dig it everyday day