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

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

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