Eleanor Rigby - Live at Fillmore West, San Francisco, CA, 3/5/1971

I'm Eleanor Rigby, I picked up the rice
 In the church where the weddings had been, yeah
 I'm Eleanor Rigby, keepin' my face in a jar by the door
 You wan' know what is it for?
 Well, for the lonely people
 Where do they all come from, now, now, now?
 All the lonely people
 Where do they all belong now?
 Father McKenzie, writin' the words to a sermon
 That no one will hear, nobody comes near
 Look at him workin', darnin' his socks in the night
 What does he care? Talking about all
 All the lonely people
 Where do, where do they come from? All over this world
 All the lonely people
 Where do, where do they all belong?
 Hey
 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 the lonely people
 Where do, where do they come from?
 All over this world, the lonely people
 Where do, where do they all belong?
 Eleanor
 Eleanor Rigby, ooh
 Eleanor
 Eleanor Rigby
 Well, Ri
 Well, Ri
 Eleanor Rigby, yeah, yeah
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 Ooh ooh, Eleanor Rigby
 Oh yeah
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 All right
 Try to wonder about, uh...
 A little I wanna make here with you
 (When? How?)