Well, you wake up in the morning You hear the work bell ring And they march you to the table You see the same old thing
Ain't no food upon the table And no fork 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 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
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 ever-lovin' light on me
If you're ever in Houston Well you'd better do right You'd better not gamble And you better not fight at all Or the sheriff will grab you And the boys will bring you down The next thing you know boy Well, 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 ever-lovin' light on me
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