EARLY IN THE MORNING

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Song Title
EARLY IN THE MORNING
Writers
Richardson, Lomax Alan
Publisher
LUDLOW MUSIC, INC. (BMI)
% Publisher Controls
100%
Territory Controlled
WORLD
Lyrics
Well, it’s early in the mor-in the mornin’,
Baby, when I rise, Lordy, mama.
Well, it’s early every mor – in the mornin’,
A-baby, when I rise, well-a.
Well-a, when I rise, well-a.

Well-a, it’s early in the mor – in the mornin ‘,
Baby, when I rise, Lordy, baby.
You have – it’s I have a misery, Berta.
Wo – in my right side, well-a.
R-in-a my right side, Lordy, baby.
R-in-a my right side, Lordy, sugar.
Well, it’s I have a misery, Berta.
R-in-a my right side, well-a.

CHORUS
Well-a, it’s-a, Lordy Ro – Lordy – Bertae,
Well, it’s, Lord (you keep a-talkin’), babe,
Well, it’s Lord, Ro – Lordy – Rosie.
Well, it’s a Lord, gal, well-a.

Well-a, whosonever told it, that he told a –
He told a dirty lie, babe.
Well-a, whosonever told it, that he told a –
He told a dirty lie, well-a.
Well-a, whosonever told it, that he told a –
He told a dirty lie, babe.
Well, the eagle on the dollar – quarter,
He gonna rise and fly, well-a.
He gonna rise and fly, sugar.
He gonna rise and fly, well-a.
Well, the eagle on the dollar – quarter,
He gonna rise and fly, well-a. (Chorus)

Well, rocks ‘n gravel make-a,
Make a solid road, sugar.
Well-a, it takes-a rocks-a, gravel make-a –
To make a solid road, well-a.
It takes-a rocks-a, gravel make-a –
To make a solid road, well-a.
It takes a good-lookin’ woman to make-a –
To make a good-lookin’ whore, well-a.
Ut takes a good-lookin’ woman, Lord, Baby.
To make a good-lookin’ whore, Lord, sugar.
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It takes a good-lookin’ woman to make-a,
To make a good-lookin’ whore, well-a. (Chorus)

Boys, the peckerwood a-peckin’ on the –
On the schoolhouse door, sugar.
Well, the peckerwood a-peckin’ on the –
R-on the schoolhouse door, well-a.
Well, the peckerwood a-peckin’ on the –
On the schoolhouse door, sugar.
Well, he pecks so hard, Lord, baby,
Until his pecker got sore, Lord, baby,
Until his pecker got sore, Lord, sugar.
Well, he pecks so hard, Lord, mama,
Until his pecker got sore, well-a. (Chorus)

Well, hain’t been to Georgia, boys, but,
Well, it’s I been told, sugar,
Well, hain’t been to Georgia, Georgia.
But it’s I been told, well-a.
Well, hain’t been to Georgia, Georgia.
But it’s I been told, Lord, mama.

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