“Midnight Rambler” is a song by British rock band the Rolling Stones, released on their 1969 album Let It Bleed. It is one of my favorite Stones songs. I love the dark lyrics mixed with incredible blues guitar of Keith Richards and the harmonica of Mick Jagger. My favorite is live version of off the album Get Your Ya Ya’s Out! also included in the double album Hot Rocks.

That was done on a full-bodied, Australian electric-acoustic, f-hole guitar. It kind of looked like an Australian copy of the Gibson model that Chuck Berry used. I played it on Gimmie Shelter too… It had all been revarnished and painted out, but it sounded great. It made a great record… (I got it f)rom some guy who stayed at my pad. He crashed out for a couple of days and suddenly left in a hurry, leaving that guitar behind. You know, Take care of this for me. I certainly did! But it served me well through the album.
– Keith Richards, 2002

While skimming through YouTube for cool acoustic rock and blues I found this cover. Enjoy.

(m. jagger/k. richards)

Did you hear about the midnight rambler

Everybody got to go

Did you hear about the midnight rambler

The one that shut the kitchen door

He dont give a hoot of warning

Wrapped up in a black cat cloak

He dont go in the light of the morning

He split the time the cockrel crows

Talkin about the midnight gambler

The one you never seen before

Talkin about the midnight gambler

Did you see him jump the garden wall

Sighin down the wind so sadly

Listen and youll hear him moan

Talkin about the midnight gambler

Everybody got to go

Did you hear about the midnight rambler

Well, honey, its no rock n roll show

Well, Im talkin about the midnight gambler

Yeah, everybody got to go

Well did ya hear about the midnight gambler?

Well honey its no rock-in roll show

Well Im talking about the midnight gambler

The one you never seen before

Oh dont do that, oh dont do that, oh dont do that

Dont you do that, dont you do that (repeat)

Oh dont do that, oh dont do that

Well you heard about the boston…

Its not one of those

Well, talkin bout the midnight…sh…

The one that closed the bedroom door

Im called the hit-and-run raper in anger

The knife-sharpened tippie-toe…

Or just the shoot em dead, brainbell jangler

You know, the one you never seen before

So if you ever meet the midnight rambler

Coming down your marble hall

Well hes pouncing like proud black panther

Well, you can say i, I told you so

Well, dont you listen for the midnight rambler

Play it easy, as you go

Im gonna smash down all your plate glass windows

Put a fist, put a fist through your steel-plated door

Did you hear about the midnight rambler

Hell leave his footprints up and down your hall

And did you hear about the midnight gambler

And did you see me make my midnight call

And if you ever catch the midnight rambler

Ill steal your mistress from under your nose

Ill go easy with your cold fanged anger

Ill stick my knife right down your throat, baby

And it hurts!