Don't Get Around Much Anymore - Dinah Washington, Bob Russell

Missed the Saturday dance

Heard they crowded the floor

Couldn’t bear it without you

Don’t get around much anymore

Though I’d visit the club

Got as far as the door

They’d have asked me about you

Don’t get around much anymore

Darling, I guess my mind’s more at ease

But nevertheless why stir up memories?

Been invited on dates

Might have gone but what for?

Awf’lly diff’rent without you

Don’t get around much anymore