Midnight Rambler - Live From Madison Square Garden, New York/1969

Lyrics for Midnight Rambler - Live From Madison Square Garden, New York/1969

Lordy Wanna have a story about the midnight rambler? Everybody got to go I'm talkin' 'bout the midnight rambler And everybody got to go Well, I'm a-talkin' about the midnight gambler The one you've never seen before I'm sighin' down the wind so sadly Listen and you'll hear me moan Well, I'm a talkin' 'bout the midnight gambler And everybody got to go, yeah Talkin' about the midnight gambler The one you never seen before I'm talkin' 'bout the midnight rambler Did you see me jump the garden wall? I don't give you a hoot of a warning Dressed up in a black cat cloak I don't need your light of the morning I've spent my time, the cock will crow I'm talkin' about the midnight rambler Well, honey, it's no rock 'n' roll show Well, I'm a-talkin' about the midnight gambler Yeah, everybody got to go Don't do that, don't do that Don't do that, don't do that Don't do that, don't do that I don't do that, oh, don't do that I don't do that Well, alright Oh, yeah, we're alright Oh, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Well, you heard about the Boston Honey, it's not one of those Talkin' 'bout the midnight, sh- Did you see me jump the bedroom door I'm called the hit-and-run raper, in anger Or just a knife-sharpened tippie-toe Or just shoot 'em dead, brain bell jongleur Everybody got to go If you ever meet the midnight rambler And he's running down your marble hall And he's pouncing like a proud black panther You can say, I told you so If you listen for your midnight rambler Play it easy, easy, as you go I'm gonna smash down all your plate glass windows Put my fist through your steel-plated door (I'm immature, it's written on my toe) Well, I been talkin' about the midnight rambler The one you never seen before Well, I'm a-talkin' about the midnight rambler And did you see me jump your garden wall And if you ever catch the midnight rambler Steal your mistress from under your nose Go easy with your cold-fanged anger I'll stick my knife right down your throat, baby, and it hurts