Rebecca Kilgore

It's been the gig of my life.

It's been the greatest gig, and I have the most sympathetic accompanist I could imagine with Dave.

It's just wonderful to have him as an accompanist.

And the other reason is that I get to bring in new songs every week and just...

put them in front of him, and he plays them.

So I get to increase my repertoire by leaps and bounds.

No love, no nothing Until my baby comes home No sir, no nothing

As long as baby must roam I promised him I'd wait for him Till even Hades froze I'm lonesome, heaven knows But what I said still goes No love, no nothing And that's a promise I'll keep No fun

With no one, I'm getting plenty of sleep.

My heart's striking though it's like an empty honeycomb.

No love, no sir, no nothing till my baby comes home.

But what I said still goes No love, no nothing

And that's a promise I'll keep No fun with no one I'm getting plenty of sleep My heart's on strike And though it's like an empty honeycomb

No love, no sir, no nothing till my baby comes home No love, no sir, no nothing till my baby comes home

Okay.

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My luck is changing, it's gotten from simply riding to something worse.

Who knows, someday I will win too.

I'll begin to reach my prime.

Now though I see what our end is, all I can spend is just my time.