Sam Cooke
Sam Cooke
Sam Cooke
Sam Cooke
Sam Cooke
Sam Cooke
Sam Cooke
Sam Cooke
Sam Cooke
Sam Cooke
Sam Cooke
Sam Cooke
[Verse 1]
Missed the Saturday dance
I heard they crowded the floor
Couldn't bear it without you
I don't get around much anymore
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 anymore
[Bridge]
And oh, darling, I guess, my mind's more at ease
But nevertheless, why stir up old memories?
[Verse 2]
Been invited on dates
Might have gone but what for?
Awfully different without you
I don't get around much anymore
Oh, I missed that Saturday dance
But I heared they flooded the floor
I couldn't bear it without you
Don't get around much anymore
So I thought I'd visit the club
But I only got as far as the door
Someone will ask me about you
I don't get around much anymore
[Bridge]
Oh, oh, 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?
[Outro]
Oh, I've 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 anymore, no, no, no
Know that I don't, I just don't get around much anymore
Anymore, no, anymore
Don’t Get Around Much Anymore was written by Bob Russell & Duke Ellington.
Don’t Get Around Much Anymore was produced by Hugo & Luigi & Hugo Peretti & Luigi Creatore.