Pick a bale of cotton Pick a bale a day Let the midnight special Gonna jump down, spin around, pick a bale of cotton Gonna jump down, spin around, pick a bale a day I said me and my buddy gonna pick a bale of cotton Now me and my buddy gonna pick a bale

Then we slide into the arms of someone else Yeah, we slide into the arms of someone else In disguise, we get a little better at controlling ourselves around midnight Nobody wants to, nobody wants to From the hot strobe lights and the spiked punch bliss

You will never come close to how I feel You will never come close to how I feel Cracks in the pavement underneath my shoe I care less and less about and less about you No one else around to look at me So I can look at my shadow as much as I please All

Walking around at midnight Looking for my marking stone I was born an honest way One foot go the right way I feel like I'm itching Well I am an old man I've got nothing more to say Take me to higher ground I wondered on back home

Oh my, oh my This side, this side, this side I've been up for a long time This side, this side This side, this side, this side, this side You never come around past midnight

Oh, these three worn words Of tourists in Verona I just want to love you in my own language There was a wayward lad Stepped out one morning The ground to be his bed The sky his awning Neon, neon, neon A blue neon lamp in a midnight country field

Yeah, I still miss her in a round about way But I still miss her in a round about way Around about the time that midnight rolls around 'Cause she's not around As far as all my friends can tell I took her leavin' well - that's kinda right 'Cause when I'm

And I want her by my side Well it's three hours past midnight And my baby is nowhere around Well It's three hours past midnight And my baby's no where around I listen hard to hear her footstep Yeah and I ain't even heard a sound Well I toss and tumble on

Working for the devil You'll have to pay his tax That means going to see him Down among the racks You do his work so fine He'll remember you Worried for my friend As he shows me round the flat Where I don't want to find him

Silent night for the rest of my life Whisper, whisper don't make a sound Your bed is made it's in the ground Hold your breath and count to four Pinky swears don't work no more I was alive but now I'm singing Silent knight at the edge of your knife Won't