Thank you for sharing this! I first listened to this recording in 1999when I found an mp3 of it on Napster but it was a corrupted file that was missing the last 20 secounds and I've been searching for the complete track ever since!
Not sure why it says this song is Fantasia's Confidential Ghetto in the description when it's lime in the coconut. At any rate, I like this version better than the original.
This hilarious song always makes me think of Matt Bomer as "White Collar"'s Neal Caffrey...(I love the way Della says "BRO-ADS"!!) He is go gorgeous and he really does have the women "falling by the wayside..." She really delivers the seXXy conman a set-down, don't she?? And he really is from Missouri, although he grew up in Texas!! This lady don't take shit off nobody!!
Bob Dylan wrote a series of magical lyrics and put beautiful notes, very beautiful, between them. Then, Nina Simone sang it as beautiful as an angel's voice. A very extraordinary combination, beautiful. Salute Salute Salute . I shall not want to be released from.this beauty 😁🎙🎶⚘🙏 ******* I Shall Be Realesed By Nina Simone Song Writer: Bob Dylan They say everything can be replaced They say every distance is not near So I remember every face Of every man who put me here I see my light come shining From the west down to the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released They say every man needs protection They say every man must fall So I swear I see my reflection Somewhere inside these walls I see my light come shining From the west out to the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released Yonder stands a man in this lonely crowd Man who says he's not to blame All day long I hear him hollering so loud Just crying out that he's not to blame I see my light come shining From the west down to the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released
Well, you wake up in the mornin' You hear the work bell ring And they march you to the table You see the same old thing Ain't no food upon the table And no pork up in the pan But you better not complain, boy You get in trouble with the man Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me Let the Midnight Special shine an ever-lovin' light on me Yonder come Miss Rosie How in the world did you know? By the way she wears her apron And the clothes she wore Umbrella on her shoulder Piece of paper in her hand She come to see the gov'nor She want to free her man, oh Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me Let the Midnight Special shine an ever-lovin' light on me If you're ever in Houston Well, you better do right You better not gamble There, you better not fight, Lord Or the sheriff will grab ya And the boys will bring you down The next thing you know, boy Whoa, you're prison bound Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me Let the Midnight Special shine an ever-lovin' light on me Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me Let the Midnight Special shine an ever-lovin' light on me
Love that you love the song... Hate that you're not loving Little Richard for his love of it. Had to say something before leaving You in detention to think about your behavior. ;). 😊
How, HOW can she smoke so much and never sound coarse?! She is even smoking on the covers! I get bronchitis from nothing and I don t even smoke. I am jealous :D
