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Rolling Stones - Midnight Rambler

Author And Composer: Mick Jagger and Keith Richards

Intro and verses:

Did you hear about the Midnight Rambler?

Everybody got to go

Did you heard about the Midnight Rambler,

The one that shut the kitchen door?

He don't give a hoot of warning

wrapped up in a black cat cloak

He don't go in the light of the morning

He's split, the time the cook'rel crows

At the next Verse:

Talkin' 'bout the Midnight gambler,

The one you never seen before

Talkin' 'bout the midnight gambler

Did you see him jump the garden wall?

Sighin’ down the wind so sadly

Listen and you’ll hear him moan

Well I’m a talkin’ bout the midnight gambler

Everybody got to go

Did you hear about the midnight gambler?

Well, honey, it's no rock'n'roll show

Well I'm talkin' 'bout the Midnight gambler,

The one you never seen before

Oh, don't do that oh, don't do that x16

Well you heard about the Boston

It's not one of those

Well, talkin' 'bout the midnight shhh

The one that closed the bedroom door

I'm called the hit-and-run raper in anger

The knife-sharpened tippie-toe

Or just the shoot 'em dead, brainbell jangler

You know, the one you never seen before

So if you ever meet the midnight rambler

Coming down your marble hall

Well he's pouncing like proud black panther

Well, you can say I, I told you so

Well, don't you listen for the midnight rambler

Play it easy, as you go

I'm gonna smash down all your plate glass windows

Put a fist, put a fist through your steel-plated door

Bridge:

Did you hear about the midnight rambler

He'll leave his footprints up and down your hall

And did you hear about the midnight gambler

And did you see me make my midnight call

And if you ever catch the midnight rambler

I'll steal your mistress from under your nose

I'll go easy with your cold fanged anger

I'll stick my knife right down your throat, baby

And it hurts!

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