Midnight Blues Lyrics

T-bone Walker Midnight Blues

Well, the clock is strikin' twelve, somebody's got to go
Well, the clock is strikin' twelve, somebody's got to go
Gee, but I'm going to miss ya baby, this is one thing I'm
sure you know

When it's twelve o'clock in Memphis, it's one o'clock in
San Antone
When it's twelve o'clock in Memphis, it's one o'clock in
San Antone
When it's midnight in California, I'll be so all alone

Midnight is an awful hour, why does it come so soon?
Midnight is a awful hour, why does it come so soon?
It never bring me happ'ness, it always leave me filled
with gloom

Don't ever gamble buddy, unless you're sure that you
can't lose
Don't ever gamble buddy, unless you're sure that you
can't lose
You better take my advise, unless you want this midnight
blues

"Put it away!"