(Dolly Parton)      My chain of thought was broken by a sudden burst of laughter   Something badly needed to lighten up the chores   Seemed old Mrs. Bailey had accidentally fell   In the water being used to scrub the floors   Now Mrs. Bailey was the meanest matron at the home   She believed in lots of work with little play   And we laughed til we bent double though we knew we'd get in trouble   But trouble's all we had at evening shade.      Now evening shade was where they claim to teach you understanding   Teach you love and keep you off the streets   And all the kids that live there are said to be a problem   Juvenile delinquents so to speak   But understanding isn't learned from punishment and anger   An iron hand has no gentle touch and love ain't learned from hate   The reason we were there is 'cause we had no one who cared   But they cared even less at evening shade.      Little Susan Bradley, one night had wet her bed   Mrs. Bailey took the razor strap and beat her half to death   And I knew that something must be done to put an end to this   And so I started talking plans with the older kids.      Plans were that Joe Johnson would steal the kerosene   And I would get some matches when nobody seen   Beckie Adams would make sure the kids were all outside   Billy Watson would look out for the evil eye   Now Mrs. Bailey took a nap at three o'clock each day   We knew that she'd be a'sleeping as the plans got underway   Now that it's all over and the sun is going down   There's no evening shade because we burned it to the ground   Evening shade was burning just like the hell it was...