Black Betty
Tom Jones · Other Songs - Tom Jones
This is TJ, dedicating this song to Leadbelly
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
Shes from Birmingham, bambalam
Way down in Alabama, bambalam
The way she shake that thing, bambalam
Oh she make me sing, bambalam
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
She really get me high, bambalam
You know thats no lie, bambalam
Shes so rock steady, bambalam
Oh shes always ready, bambalam
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
*Electronicish Vocal Interlude*
Oh Black Betty, bambalam
Oh Black Betty, bambalam
Black Betty had a child, bambalam
She swears its mine, bambalam
She must be out of her mind, bambalam
She must think I'm blind, bambalam
Oh Black Betty, bambalam
Oh Black Betty, bambalam
Oh Black Betty, bambalam
Oh Black Betty, bambalam
*Electronic Vocal Interlude*
Monday she got me arrested,
On Tuesday up in jail,
Wednesday my trail was attested,
Thursday she posted my bail,
Friday we went walking,
Saturday I was outta my door,
On Sunday we was talkin,
Back on Monday she pawned all my clothes
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
Shes from Birmingham, bambalam
Way down in Alabama, bambalam
The way she shake that thing, bambalam
Oh she make me sing, bambalam
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
She really get me high, bambalam
You know thats no lie, bambalam
Shes so rock steady, bambalam
Oh shes always ready, bambalam
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
*Electronic Vocal Interlude*
Whooooa Black Betty!
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
Shes from Birmingham, bambalam
Way down in Alabama, bambalam
The way she shake that thing, bambalam
Oh she make me sing, bambalam
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
She really get me high, bambalam
You know thats no lie, bambalam
Shes so rock steady, bambalam
Oh shes always ready, bambalam
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
*Electronicish Vocal Interlude*
Oh Black Betty, bambalam
Oh Black Betty, bambalam
Black Betty had a child, bambalam
She swears its mine, bambalam
She must be out of her mind, bambalam
She must think I'm blind, bambalam
Oh Black Betty, bambalam
Oh Black Betty, bambalam
Oh Black Betty, bambalam
Oh Black Betty, bambalam
*Electronic Vocal Interlude*
Monday she got me arrested,
On Tuesday up in jail,
Wednesday my trail was attested,
Thursday she posted my bail,
Friday we went walking,
Saturday I was outta my door,
On Sunday we was talkin,
Back on Monday she pawned all my clothes
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
Shes from Birmingham, bambalam
Way down in Alabama, bambalam
The way she shake that thing, bambalam
Oh she make me sing, bambalam
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
She really get me high, bambalam
You know thats no lie, bambalam
Shes so rock steady, bambalam
Oh shes always ready, bambalam
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
Whoa Black Betty, bambalam
*Electronic Vocal Interlude*
Whooooa Black Betty!
Black Betty
Tom Jones' 1968 recording of 'Black Betty' stands as a defining example of the British Invasion's rock and roll revival. The track blends Jones' signature baritone with a driving, upbeat rhythm that propelled it to international success. Originally written by John Paul Young, the song's infectious energy and Jones' distinctive vocal delivery made it an instant hit across Europe and the United States. It remains a staple of his discography, showcasing his ability to adapt folk and rock influences into a polished pop format that resonated with audiences of the late 1960s.