Ранним утром

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Доброго утра, все. Послушайте эту песню. И хватит рассказывать, что у вас не хватает времени на искусство с вашей работой: эти люди сделали блюз на каторге.

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Отдельные магические силы принадлежат словам. Ни черта не понятно в логике сложения предложений, но меня завораживает. Пока что пять прослушиваний подряд.

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,
Wa-, 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-Berta,
Well, it's Lord (you keep a-talkin'), babe,
Well, it's Lord, Ro-Lordy-Rosie,
Well, it's, o Lord, Gal, well-a.
END CHORUS

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,
It takes a good-lookin' woman, Lord, Baby,
To make a good-lookin' whore, Lord, sugar,
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, Lordy, baby,
Until his pecker got sore, well-a,
Until his pecker got sore, Lordy, baby,
Until his pecker got sore, Lord, sugar.
Well he pecks so hard, Lord, mama,
Until his pecker got sure, 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, haint been to Georgia, Georgia.
But, it's I been told, Lord, mama.