Midnight Rambler [Live at Earls Court 1976]

Lyrics

Well, all right! All right! Everybody got to go (Everybody got to go) [Verse] Yeah, I'm talkin' about the midnight rambler Everybody got to go I'm talkin' about the midnight gambler The one you never seen before A-sighin' down the wind so sadly And dressed up in a black-cat cloak I'm talkin' about the midnight gambler Everybody got to go I'm talkin' about the midnight gambler The one you never seen before I'm talkin' about the midnight rambler The one who got your garden wall He don't give a hoot of a warning And listen, and you'll hear me moan I'm talkin' about the midnight rambler Everybody got to go Yеah [Harmonica solo] I'm talkin' about the midnight rambler The onе you never seen before I'm talkin' about the midnight rambler Everybody got to go Shoot, all right [Instrumental break] Oh, yeah, shoo Don't do that Don't do that Don't do that Don't do that Don't do that Don't do that Don't do that Don't do that Don't do that… Oh, yeah Oh, yeah, baby Well, well, well, well Hey, sh, sh.. Yeah (Yeah) Ooh, yeah (Oh, yeah) Oh, yeah Baby (Baby) Baby (Baby) Baby (Baby) Ow! Ow! Come on, y'all, sing it Ow! Come on, y'all, baby Ow! Come on, y'all Ow! Ow! Ow! Oowwwww! Whoo! Ow, shoo my, oh, yeah Oh, yeah Ooh, yeah Ooh, yeah Oh, yeah Sh-yeah, la-la-luh Just crazy..for my song Crazy for my baby, yeah, yeah Sure 'nough… Crazy for my baby, yeah Aye, aye Oh, baby Ah.. Well, you heard about the Boston Strangler Well, honey, it’s not one of those I'm talkin' 'bout the midnight… Did you see me shut the bedroom door? I'm called hit-and-run raper in anger Or just the knife-sharpened tippie-toe Or just the shoot-'em-dead, brain-bell jangler Everybody got to go [Verse] If you ever see the midnight rambler And he's pounding down your marble hall Oh, he's a proud, black panther What you can do, see me go Yeah, and you're looking for the midnight gambler Take his fist through your door I'm gonna smash down all your ground metal door Put my fist through your steel-plated door, yeah Hey, ay, I, I, I, I, hey, I, I, I, hey, I, I, hey Everybody get to go, sh Shooter Yeah Well, I'm talkin' about the midnight rambler Everybody get to go I'm talkin' about the midnight gambler The one you never seen before And if you ever see the midnight rambler Steal your mistress from under your nose I'll go easy with your cold-fanged anger Stick my knife right down your throat And it hurts Oh, yeah Ooh, yeah Ooh, yeah Ooh, yeah Ah, aye, yeah Ooh, yeah Oh, yeah, are you ready Yeah for rock and roll some more We got one, which is…