Midnight Special (chromatic)

Midnight Special (chromatic)

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Song Name:	Midnight Special (chromatic)	By:	Leadbelly's version
Posted By:	WaltP	Difficulty:	Any
Key:	G	Genre:	Blues
Harp Type:	Chromatic	Audio:
Created:	2009-10-30 13:10:05	Modified:	0000-00-00 00:00:00
Rating:	Login to Vote	Avg Rating:	More Votes Needed
		Fav Count:	7

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Song:

MIDNIGHT SPECIAL
Leadbelly
Key: G

G                        C
-4  -3   -4  -3 -4  3   -3   2
Well you wake up in the morn-ing,
                   G
-3   3   -3    3  2 -1
hear the ding dong ring,
                        D7
-1  2-1  2    2  -1 -1  -4 -3
You go march-ing to the ta-ble,
                        G
3  -3* -4   -4   -3    3
You see the same damn thing
                   C
-3   -3* -43 -33 -3  3
Well, it's on one ta-ble,
                    G
-3     3   -3   3  2-1
knife, and fork and pan,
                          D7
-1   2 -1   2 -1   2  -1  -4  -3
and if you say a thing a-bout it,
                             G
  -4  -3*  -4   -4  -3  -3   3
you're in troub-le with the man

                   C
-4  -3* -4-3  3   -3    3
Let the mid-night spe-cial,
                    G
  -3   -4   -3   3  2-1
shine it�s light on me
                   D7
2  -1   2   -1   -4   -3
Let the mid-night spe-cial,
                                  G
  3   -3  -4 -3  3   2    3   -3  3
shine her ev-er-lov-ing light on me

If you ever go to Houston,
you better walk right,
you better not stagger,
you better not fight
Sheriff Benson will arrest you,
he'll carry you down
And if the jury finds you guilty,
penitentiary bound

Yonder come little Rosie,
how in the world do you know
I can tell her by her apron,
and the dress she wore
Umbrella on her shoulder,
piece of paper in her hand
She goes a-marching to the captain,
says, "I want my man"

"I don' believe that Rosie loves me",
well tell me why
She ain't been to see me, since las' July
She brought me little coffee,
she brought me little tea
Brought me damn near ever'thing
but the jailhouse key

Yonder comes doctor Adams,
"How in the world do you know?"
Well he gave me a tablet, the day befo'
There ain't no doctor, in all the lan'
Can cure the fever of a convict man

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