Alabama 3 - Woke Up This Morning

And after three days of drinkin' with Larry Love, I just get an inklin' to go on homeSo, I'm walkin' down Coldharbour Lane, head hung low, three or four in the mornin'. The sun's comin' up and the birds are out singing. I let myself into my pad. Wend myself up that spiral staircase and stretch out nice on the ChesterfieldPithecanthropus Erectus already on the CD player and I just push that remote button to sublimity. And listen to the sweet sculptural rhythms of Charles Mingus. And J.R. Monterose and Jackie McLean duet on those saxophones and, the sound makes its way out the window minglin' with the traffic noises outside you know, and all of a sudden I'm overcome by a feelin' of brief mortalityCause I'm gettin' on in the world, comin' up on forty-one years. Forty-one stony gray steps towards the grave, you know, the box awaits its grisly load. Now I'm gonna be food for wormsAnd just like Charles Mingus wrote that beautiful piece of music 'Epitaph' for Eric Dolphy, I say, so long Eric. So long John Coltrane and Charles Mingus. So long Duke Ellington and Lester Young. So long Billie Holiday and Ella Fitzgerald. So long Jimmy Reed. So long Muddy Waters, and so long Howlin' Wolf(Woke up this mornin')Woke up this mornin'Got yourself a gunYour mama always said you'd be the Chosen OneShe said, "You're one in a millionYou got to burn to shine"But you were born under a bad signWith a blue moon in your eyesAnd you woke up this mornin'And all that love had goneYour Papa never told you about right and wrongHey but you're, but you're looking good, babyI believe that you're a-feelin' fineShame about itBorn under a bad sign with a blue moon in your eyesSo sing it nowWoke up this mornin'Woke up this mornin'I see ya, ya woke up this mornin'The world turned upside downLord above, things ain't been the sameSince the blues walked into townHey but you're, but you're, one in a millionCause you got that shotgun shineShame about itBorn under a bad sign with a blue moon in your eyesSo sing it nowWoke up this mornin'You got a blue moonGot a blue moon in your eyesSo sadGoddamnA god-damned shame about itWoke up this mornin'You got a blue moonGot a blue moon in your eyes, yeahMister D. Wayne LoveWhen you woke up this morning everything was goneBy half past ten your head was going ding-dongRingin' like a bell from your head down to your toesLike some voice tryin'a tell ya there's somethin' you should knowLast night you was flyin' but today you're so lowAin't it times like these makes you wonder if you'll ever knowThe meaning of things as they appear to the othersWives, husbands, mothers, fathers, sisters and brothersDon't you wish you didn't function, don't you wish you didn't thinkBeyond the next pay check and the next little drink?Well you do so make up your mind to go onCause when you woke up this mornin', everything you had was goneWoke up this mornin'When ya woke up this mornin'Woke up this mornin'Ya woke up this mornin'Woke up this mornin'You wanna be, you wanna be the Chosen OneYeah you know it cause, you just can't help yourself, yeahWoke up this mornin'When ya, woke up this mornin'Woke up this mornin'Woke up this mornin'Woke up this mornin'Got yourself a gunGot yourself a gunGot yourself a gun