Early in the Mornin'
Anonymous
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| EARLY IN THE MORNING Well, it’s early in the morn –in the morning, baby When I rise, Lordy mama Well, it’s early every morning a-baby When I rise well-a well-a It’s early in the morning, baby When I rise, Lordy baby You have-, it’s I have misery, Berta, Wa, in my right side Well-a, in a my right side, Lordy baby- R-in-a my right side,Lordy, sugar. Well, it´s I have a misery, Berta, R-in-a my right side, well-a. Well-a, it's-a, Lordy, Ro-Lordy-Berta, Well, it's Lord (you keep a-talkin'), babe, Well, it's Lord, Ro-Lordy-Rosie, Well, it's, o Lord, Gal, well-a. Well-a, whosonever told it, That he told a- he told a dirty lie, babe. Well-a, whosonever told it, that he told a -he told a dirty lie, well-a. Well-a, whosonever told it, that he told a -he told a dirty lie, babe. Well the eagle on the dollar-quarter, He gonna rise and fly, well-a. He gonna rise and fly, sugar. He gonna rise and fly, well-a. Well the eagle on the dollar-quarter, He gonna rise and fly, well-a. Well-a, it's-a, Lordy, Ro-Lordy-Berta, Well, it's Lord (you keep a-talkin'), babe, Well, it's Lord, Ro-Lordy-Rosie, Well, it's, o Lord, Gal, well-a. Well-rocks ’n gravel make -a Make a solid road Well-a takes a-rock –a gravel make a To make a solid road, well-a It takes a good lookin woman to make a To make a good lookin whore Well-a It takes a good lookin woman, Lord, Baby To make a good lookin whore, Lord sugar It takes a good lookin woman to make-a To make a good lookin whore, well-a Well-a, it's-a, Lordy, Ro-Lordy-Berta, Well, it's Lord (you keep a-talkin'), babe, Well, it's Lord, Ro-Lordy-Rosie, Well, it's, o Lord, Gal, well-a. Boys, the peckerwood a-peckin' on the- On the schoolhouse door, sugar. Well, the peckerwood a-peckin' on the- R-on the schoolhouse door, Well-a. Well, the peckerwood a-peckin' on the- On the schoolhouse door, sugar. Well he pecks so hard, Lordy, baby, Until his pecker got sore, well-a, Until his pecker got sore, Lordy, baby, Until his pecker got sore, Lord, sugar. Well he pecks so hard, Lord, mama, Until his pecker got sure, well-a. Well-a, it's-a, Lordy, Ro-Lordy-Berta, Well, it's Lord (you keep a-talkin'), babe, Well, it's Lord, Ro-Lordy-Rosie, Well, it's, o Lord, Gal, well-a. Well, hain't been to Georgia, boys, but, Well, it's I been told, sugar. Well, hain't been to Georgia, Georgia. But, it's I been told, well-a. Well, haint been to Georgia, Georgia. But, it's I been told, Lord, mama. | EARLY IN THE MORNING (sung by Johnny Moore and other men) Wake up in the mornin', well-a, With a cup and a pan. Wake up in the mornin', well-a, With a cup and a pan. Well, you say anything about it, Well-a have trouble out the man. Well, you say anything about it, Well-a have trouble out the man. Oh captain, captain, don'tcha, Well-a, know my name? Oh captain, captain, don'tcha, Well-a, know my name? Well, I used to be the porter, well-a, On the southbound train. Well, I used to be the porter, well-a, On the southbound train. I'm the same grand rascal, well-a, Stole your watch and chain. I'm the same grand rascal, well-a, Stole your watch and chain. Cryin' ol' Mamie, well-a, Oh Lordy, gal! Cryin' ol' Mamie, well-a, Oh Lordy, gal! Well, Mamie in Meridian, livin' at ease, Well, Mamie in Meridian, livin' at ease, Well, I'm on Parchman, got to work or leave. Well, I'm on Parchman, got to work or leave. I’m gonna holler like – [give a mighty good squall] (?) * I’m gonna holler like – [give a mighty good squall] (?) I'll call Alberta from the woman's wall. I'll call Alberta from the woman's wall. Cryin' ol' Mamie, well-a, Oh Lordy, gal! Cryin' ol' Mamie, well-a, Oh Lordy, gal! Well, look over yonder, sun done gone, Well, look over yonder, sun done gone, Well, way over yonder, where the western sun. Well, way over yonder, where the western sun. Cryin' ol' Mamie, well-a, Oh Lordy, gal! Cryin' ol' Mamie, well-a, Oh Lordy, gal! Mud ! Mud ! ** |
Verso* e nota ** da :
The Mudcat Cafè - 2009
ADD Version: Early in the Morning - From: Ken Schatz.
** About the shouts at the end, William Ferris, in Blues from the Delta, says:
"When a tree is cut or the hoers reach the end of a row, the caller signals the end of his chant by crying 'Mud! Mud! Mud!'"
( Wikipedia )