paroles de chanson Don't Get Around Much Any More - Sam Cooke

Missed the Saturday dance
I heard they crowded the floor
Couldn't bear it without you
I don't get around much any more

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 any more

Oh, darling, I guess
My mind's more at ease
But nevertheless
Why stir up old memories?

Been invited on dates
Might have gone, but what for?
Awfully different without you
I don't get around much any more

Oh, I miss that Saturday dance
When I heard they flooded the floor
I couldn't bear it without you
I don't get around much any more

So I thought I'd visit the club
But I only got as far as the door
Someone would have asked me about you
I don't get around much any more

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?

Oh, I 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 any more

No, no, no, no
That I don't, I just don't get around much any more
Any more, no, any more