Woke Up This Morning (Sopranos Mix) Alabama 3

And after three days of drinkin' with Larry Love
I just get an inklin' to go on home

So, I'm walkin' down Coldharbour Lane, head hung low, three or four in the mornin'
The sun's comin' up and the birds are out singing
I let myself into my pad
Wend myself up that spiral staircase and stretch out nice on the Chesterfield

Pithecanthropus Erectus already on the CD player and I just push that remote button to sublimity
And listen to the sweet sculptural rhythms of Charles Mingus
And J.R. Monterose and Jackie McLean duet on those saxophones and
The sound makes its way out the window minglin' with the traffic noises outside, you know
And all of a sudden I'm overcome by a feelin' of brief mortality

'Cause I'm gettin' on in the world, comin' up on forty-one years
Forty-one stony gray steps towards the grave, you know
The box awaits its grisly load
Now I'm gonna be food for worms

And just like Charles Mingus wrote that beautiful piece of music "Epitaph" for Eric Dolphy
I say, "So long, Eric. So long John Coltrane and Charles Mingus
So long Duke Ellington and Lester Young
So long Billie Holliday and Ella Fitzgerald
So long Jimmy Reed. So long Muddy Waters, and so long Howlin' Wolf."

Woke up this mornin'
Got yourself a gun
Your mama always said you'd be the Chosen One
She said, "You're one in a million
You got to burn to shine"
But you were born under a bad sign
With a blue moon in your eyes