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

'Round midnight, midnight It begins to tell I do pretty well, till after sundown Suppertime I'm feelin' sad But it really gets bad 'Round midnight Memories always start 'round midnight Haven't got the heart to stand those memories When my heart is still

'Round midnight Let our love take wing some midnight Let the angels sing For your returning Let our love be safe and sound When old midnight comes around It begins to tell 'round midnight I do pretty well 'til after sundown Suppertime I'm feeling sad

It begins to tell, 'round midnight, midnight. I do pretty well, till after sundown, Suppertime I'm feelin' sad; But it really gets bad, 'round midnight. Memories always start 'round midnight Haven't got the heart to stand those memories, When my heart is

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

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

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

Can't stop now Believe us, The field is our battleground Throw me the dice Gonna break the odds Make you feel alive And the game is on Midnight, million lights It our time to shine

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

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