Midnight Special
Well, you wake up in the morning, You hear the work bell ring
And they march you to the table, To 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
{Refrain} X 3
Let the midnight special
Shine a light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine a 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 governor, She want to free her man
{Refrain}
If you're ever in Houston, Well you'd better do the right thing
You'd better not gamble, And you better not fight
Or the sheriff will grab you, And the boys will bring you down
The next thing you know boy, Well you're prison bound
{Refrain} x 2
