“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!
