Midnight Special Lyric
Well, you wake up in the mornin'
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
Let the Midnight Special
shine 'er light on me,
Let the Midnight Special
shine 'er light on me,
Let the Midnight Special
shine 'er light on me,
Let the Midnight Special
shine 'er everlovin' 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,
he wants to free her man
If you're ever in Houston,
well, you better do the right
You better not gamble, there,
you better not fight, at all
Or the sheriff will grab ya
and the boys will bring you down.
The next thing you know, boy,
Oh! You're prison bound
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