Evidence - Bennie Wallace



     
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Evidence Lyrics


Lipstick impressions on my white collar shirt
Number on a matchbook so I'll get a hold of her
Oh, that's all the proof I needI can smell her perfume on my passenger seat
A strand of long blonde hair that don't belong to me
Oh, it's not a dreamI can't believe it's really happening
My eyes can see, yeah
It's not an illusion, I didn't imagine this
I've got the evidence, let me tell ya nowMy machine is blinkin' from a message she left
Her voice sounds so sweet I can't erase it yet
Oh, I probably never willI bought a picture for five dollars that she talked me into
I was head over heels, cramped up in the booth
Oh, I've got it on filmStill I can't believe it's really happening
My eyes can see, yeah
It's not an illusion, I didn't imagine this
I've got the evidence, yeah I've got the evidenceI can't believe it's really happening
My eyes can see, yeah
It's not an illusion, I didn't imagine this
I've got the evidence, yeah I've the evidence

I've got the evidence

Enjoy the lyrics !!!

BENNIE WALLACE

Bennie Wallace began playing jazz in 1959 in a school band under the direction of jazz drummer Chet Hedgecoth. Hedgecoth took the students to hear good jazz bands in the area and once even drove them a hundred miles to hear the Count Basie band. Through Chet, Wallace also discovered the Amvets club, a local black after-hours jazz venue. It was there that he had his first opportunity to sit in and play in a real jazz club. In the summer of 1965, the owner of the Amvets, Seth Crenshaw, gave Wallace his first regular job as a band leader.

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