HOOTIN' OWL BLUES
Porter Grainger & Dolly Ross


Midnight on a Sunday, and the clock struck thirteen times,
It was midnight on a Sunday, and the clock struck thirteen times;
I was scared and I was frightened, 'cause I sure believe them signs.

Lord, I heard the owl a-hootin', I knowed somebody was 'bout to die,
Said, I heard the owl a-hootin', I knowed somebody was 'bout to die;
Put my head down 'neath the covers, started in to moan and cry.

Then early in the morning, the picture on the wall fell down,
It was early in the morning, the picture on the wall fell down;
And 'tain't no use in talkin', somebody sure is graveyard bound.

Hound dogs started howlin', somebody's sure to leave this land,
Hound dogs started howlin', somebody's sure to leave this land;
Take who you want to, Lordy, but please don't take away my man.

Lord, I knows I'm black and ugly, but he's so doggone good and fine,
I knows I'm black and ugly, but he's so doggone good and fine;
Lord, take 'most anybody, but please don't take this man of mine.



(Contributed by Andy & Mogg - March 2003)