Evangeline Rose - Marc Broussard

Good evening, Evangeline Rose

My you’re looking beautiful, In your ribbons and bows

Been missing you, out here on the road

So many things to say to you, Things you should know

But honestly these words I speak

Said on the phone when I’m long gone

Just don’t say what I need you to hear

Don’t worry if my words aren’t clear

When I hang up this phone

I’m comin' home

Good evening, Evangeline Rose

My how the days pass so fast, my how you’ve grown

And I’m wondering, how long you’ve known

That you give me all the reason and the rhyme

With a simple hello

But when I’m gone, one day’s too long

I miss so much, I can’t touch

The moments, the laughter, the pain

There’s so much I can’t explain

Right here right now on the phone

I’m comin' home

And these tires on the road they hum a melody so sweet

And they whisper words that only you would say

And though they take me from the only place I ever felt complete

My dear, they always take me home

Good evening, Evangeline Rose

My you’re looking beautiful, in your ribbons and bows

As you take my arm, I smile and you know

That I can give your hand away today

But I’ll never let you go

And honestly, I cannot speak

My little girl, my whole world

Time stood still, for a while

Watch you walking down the aisle

My sweet Evangeline Rose

It’s good to be home