Bing Crosby – Empty Saddles lyrics

Evelina, won't ya ever take a shine to that moon?
Evelina, ain't ya bothered by the bobolink's tune?
Tell me, tell me how long
Ya gonna keep delayin'the day.
Don't ya reckon it's wrong
Trifflin? with April this way?
Evelina, won't ya pay a little mind to me soon?
Wake up! wake up!
The earth is fair, the fruit is fine
But what's the use o? smellin? winter water melon
Clingin? to another fella's vine?
Evelina, won't ya roll off that vine an? be mine?