The 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
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 a everloving 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 wants to free her 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 a everloving light on me
Oh, 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
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 a everloving 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 a everloving light on me
