Yonder come Miss Rosie, how in the world do you know Well I know by the apron and the dress she wore Well an umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand Well I'm gonna ask the governor, he turn a-lose a-my man
Let the midnight special, shine the light on me Let the midnight special, shine the ever-lovin' light on me
When you get up in the mornin', when that big bell ring You go and march to the table, see the same damn thing Knife and fork are on the table, there's nothin' in my pan And if you say anything about it, havin' trouble with the man
Let the midnight special, shine the light on me Let the midnight special, shine the ever-lovin' light on me Well I went to the nation and to the territo(ry) Well I thought about the girl I love, in that Mexico
Let the midnight special, shine the light on me Let the midnight special, shine the ever-lovin' light on me
If you ever go to Houston, oh you better walk right And you better not squallow and you better not fight Sheriff Rocko will arrest you, Eddie Boone will take you down You can bet your bottom dollar, penitentiary bound
Let the midnight special, shine the light on me Let the midnight special, shine the ever-lovin' light on me
Well jumpin' little Judy, she was a mighty fine girl Well Judy brought jumpin' to this whole round world Well she brought it in the mornin', just a while before day She brought me the news, that my wife was dead That started me to grievin', then hollerin' and a-cryin' Then I had to give the worry about a been a long time
Let the midnight special, shine the light on me Let the midnight special, shine the ever-lovin' light on meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
