Midnight Special
Lead Belly| Original | Altra versione di Leadbelly come cantata con il gruppo gospel... |
| MIDNIGHT SPECIAL | MIDNIGHT SPECIAL |
| Well you wake up in the morning, hear the ding dong ring, You go a-marching to the table, see the same damn thing Well, it's on a one table, knife, a fork and a pan, and if you say anything about it, you're in trouble with the man | Yonder come Miss Rosie, how in the world do you know Well I know by the apron and the dress she wore Well an umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand Well I'm gonna ask the governor, he turn a-lose a-my man |
| Let the midnight special, shine her light on me Let the midnight special, shine her ever-loving light on me | Let the midnight special, shine the light on me Let the midnight special, shine the ever-lovin' light on me |
| If you ever go to Houston, you better walk right, you better not stagger, you better not fight Sheriff Benson will arrest you, he'll carry you down And if the jury finds you guilty, penitentiary bound | When you get up in the mornin', when that big bell ring You go and march to the table, see the same damn thing Knife and fork are on the table, there's nothin' in my pan And if you say anything about it, havin' trouble with the man |
| Yonder come little Rosie, how in the world do you know I can tell her by her apron, and the dress she wore Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand She goes a-marching to the captain, says, "I want my man" | Well I went to the nation and to the territo(ry) Well I thought about the girl I love, in that Mexico |
| "I don' believe that Rosie loves me", well tell me why She ain't been to see me, since las' July She brought me little coffee, she brought me little tea Brought me damn near ever'thing but the jailhouse key | If you ever go to Houston, oh you better walk right And you better not squallow and you better not fight Sheriff Rocko will arrest you, Eddie Boone will take you down You can bet your bottom dollar, penitentiary bound |
| Yonder comes doctor Adams, "How in the world do you know?" Well he gave me a tablet, the day befo' There ain't no doctor, in all the lan' Can cure the fever of a convict man | Well jumpin' little Judy, she was a mighty fine girl Well Judy brought jumpin' to this whole round world Well she brought it in the mornin', just a while before day She brought me the news, that my wife was dead That started me to grievin', then hollerin' and a-cryin' Then I had to give the worry about a been a long time |
