E Yonder comes Miss A Rosie,
How in the world do you E know
I can tell her by her B7 apron
& the dress that she E wore
Umbrella on her A shoulder
A piece of paper in her E hand
I heard her tell the B7 captain
Turn loose my E man
Chorus:
Let the minight A special
Shine it's light E me
Oh let the midnight B7 special
Shine it's everlasting light on E me
When you get up in the morning
When that big bell rings
You go marching to the table
You see the same old thing
Knife & fork are on the table
Ain't nothin in my pan
& you say a word about it
You get in trouble with the man
If you ever go to Houston
Boy you'd better walk right
And you better not gamble
And you better not fight
Cuz Benson Crocker will arrest you
& Jimmy Boone will take you down
& you bet your bottom dollar
That your Sugarland bound
Well, jumpin little Judy
She was a mighty fine gal
She brought jumpin
To the whole round world
Well, she brought it in the morning
Just awhile before day
Well, she brought me the news
That my wife was dead
That started me to grieven
Whoppin, hollerin & cryin
That started me to thinkin
Bout my great long time
Leadbelly
