Hootin' Owl Blues
Performer(s): Porter Grainger



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