Dave Van Ronk — Midnight Hour Blues

In the midnight hours, before the break of day In the midnight hours, before the break of day When the blues come wandering, it steal your mind away I went to bed last night, babe; I tried to take my rest I went to bed last night, babe; I tried to take my rest My mind kept wandering like the wild geese in the west I went to bed last night, babe; I was turning from side to side I went to bed last night, babe; I was turning from side to side I was not sick; I was just dissatisfied I said good mornin', blues; blues, how do you do? Good mornin', blues; blues, how do you do? I thought I'd drop by and have a few words with you Blues jumped a rabbit; I was runnin' for a solid mile Blues jumped a rabbit; I was runnin' for a solid mile Poor fella laid down and he cried and he cried, like a natural child Blues made me take to whiskey, made me roll on the floor and cry Blues made me take to whiskey, made me roll on the floor and cry Made me take cocaine and it wouldn't let me die In the midnight hours, before the break of day In the midnight hours, before the break of day When the blues come wandering, it steal your mind away


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