Early in the Mornin'
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lyrics (see notes below)
Well, it's early in the mornin--in the mornin'
Baby, when I rise, Lordy my my,
Well, it's early every mornin—early mornin'
A-baby when I rise well-a.
Well- it's early in the mornin-the mornin'
Baby, when I rise, Lordy baby,
You have-all I have a misery, hey-Berta,
Was-, in my right side, well-a,
R-in-a my right side, Lordy baby,
R-in-a my right side, Lordy sugar.
Well I have a misery, Berta,
R-in a my right side, well-a.
Well-a Lord, Lordy, berta
-Lordy-Berta, Well, it's Lord
(you keep a-talkin'), babe,
Well- a Lord, Lordy Rosa
Well, it's, o Lord, Gal, well-a.
Well-a, whosonever told it, that he told a
He told a dirty lie, babe.
Well-a, whosonever told it, that he told a
-He told a dirty lie,a. Well-a
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a, whosonever told it, that he told a
He told a dirty lie, babe.
Well the eagle on the dollar-quarter,
He gonna rise and fly, well-a.
He gonna rise and fly, sugar.
He gonna rise and fly, well-a.
Well the eagle on the dollar-quarter,
He gonna rise and fly, well-a.
(Chorus)
Well-a Lord, -Lordy, Rosie
Well a Lord, - Lordy, baby
Well, a Lord, rose, Lordy suga
Well, it's, o Lord, Gal, well-a.
Well, rocks 'n gravel make-a,
Make a solid road, sugar.
it takes-a rocks-and , gravel make-a
to make a solid road, well-a.
It takes-a rocks-and, gravel make- a
To make a solid road, suga.
It takes a good-lookin' woman to make-a
To make a good-lookin' whore, well-a,
To make a good-lookin' whore,
Lord, Baby, To make a good-lookin' whore
Lord, sugar, It takes a good lookin' woman to make-a,
To make a good lookin' whore, well-a.
(Chorus)
Well, it's-a Lord, Lordy, Rosie
-Well, it's Lord (you keep a talkin'), babe,
Well, it's Lord, Ro-Lordy-Rosie,
Well, it's, o Lord, Gal, well-a.
Boys, the peckerwood a-peckin' on the
On the schoolhouse door, sugar.
Well, the peckerwood a-peckin' on the
heRe-on the schoolhouse door, well-a.
Well, the peckerwood a-peckin' on the
On theschoolhouse door, sugar.
Well he pecks so hard,Lordy, baby,
Until his pecker got sore, well-a,
Until his pecker got sore, Lordy, baby,
Until his pecker got sore, Lord, sugar.
Well he pecks so hard, Lord,my my,
Until his pecker got sore, well-a. (Chorus)

Well, it's-a LOrd, Lordy, Rosie
Well, it's Lord (you keep a-talkin'), babe,
Well, it's Lord, Ro -Lordy-Rosie,
Well, it's, o Lord, Gal, well-a.
Well, hain't been to Georgia, boys, but,
Well, it's I been told, sugar.
Well, hain't been to Georgia, Georgia.
But, it's I been told, well-a.
Well, haint been to Georgia, Georgia.
But, it's I been told, Lord, mymy.
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From, "Prison Songs: Historical Recordings from Parchman Farm 1947