Midnight Rambler - Live From Madison Square Garden, New York/1969

Lordy
 Wanna have a story about the midnight rambler?
 Everybody got to go
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 I'm talkin' 'bout the midnight rambler
 And everybody got to go
 Well, I'm a-talkin' about the midnight gambler
 The one you've never seen before
 I'm sighin' down the wind so sadly
 Listen and you'll hear me moan
 Well, I'm a talkin' 'bout the midnight gambler
 And everybody got to go, yeah
 Talkin' about 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 a warning
 Dressed up in a black cat cloak
 I don't need your light of the morning
 I've spent my time, the cock will crow
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 I'm talkin' about the midnight rambler
 Well, honey, it's no rock 'n' roll show
 Well, I'm a-talkin' about the midnight gambler
 Yeah, everybody got to go
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 Don't do that, don't do that
 Don't do that, don't do that
 Don't do that, don't do that
 I don't do that, oh, don't do that
 I don't do that
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 Well, alright
 Oh, yeah, we're alright
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 Oh, yeah
 Oh, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
 Well, you heard about the Boston
 Honey, it's not one of those
 Talkin' 'bout the midnight, sh-
 Did you see me jump the bedroom door
 I'm called the hit-and-run raper, in anger
 Or just a knife-sharpened tippie-toe
 Or just shoot 'em dead, brain bell jongleur
 Everybody got to go
 If you ever meet the midnight rambler
 And he's running down your marble hall
 And he's pouncing like a proud black panther
 You can say, I told you so
 If you listen for your midnight rambler
 Play it easy, easy, as you go
 I'm gonna smash down all your plate glass windows
 Put my fist through your steel-plated door
 (I'm immature, it's written on my toe)
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 Well, I been talkin' about the midnight rambler
 The one you never seen before
 Well, I'm a-talkin' about 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