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    Rolling Stones Midnight Rambler текст песни

    Midnight Rambler

    (Oh yeah
    I’m a-talkin’ ’bout the midnight rambler
    Everybody got to go)

    A-talkin’ ’bout the midnight rambler
    And everybody got to go

    Well I’m a-talkin’ ’bout the midnight rambler
    The one you never seen before
    I’m sighin’ down the wind so sadly
    A-listen and you’ll hear me moan
    Well I’m a talkin’ ’bout the midnight gambler
    And everybody got to go
    (yeah c’mon)

    Talkin’ ’bout 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 warning
    A-dressed up in my black cat cloak
    I don’t see the light of the morning
    I’ll split the time the cock’rel crows

    I’m tellin’ ’bout the midnight rambler
    Well, honey, it’s no rock ‘n’ roll show
    Well, I’m a-talkin’ ’bout the midnight gambler
    and everybody got to go

    (Ad lib)

    Oh, don’t do that. Oh, don’t do that. Oh, don’t do that

    (Ad lib)

    Well, you heard about the Boston…
    Honey, it’s not one of those
    Talkin’ ’bout the midnight… shit!
    Did you see me jump bedroom door…
    I’m called the hit and run raper, in anger
    Or just a knife sharpened, tippy toe…
    Or just a shoot ‘em dead, brainbell jongleur
    Everybody got to go

    If you ever meet the midnight rambler
    And he’s prowlin’ down your marble hall
    And he’s pouncin’ like a proud black panther
    You should say, I told you so
    If you listen for the midnight rambler
    Play it easy, easy, as you go
    I’ll go smash down all your plate glass windows
    Put my fist through your stairway doors
    (Ad lib)

    Well I’m a-talkin’ bout the midnight rambler
    The one you never seen before
    Well I’m a-talkin’ bout 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



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