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Posted By: GUEST,SoSo Q
11-May-13 - 02:45 AM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Early in the Mornin' (prison work song)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Early in the Mornin' (prison work song)
Early in the Mornin' – 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 - 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. END From, "Prison Songs: Historical Recordings from Parchman Farm 1947