Creedence Clearwater Revival (CCR)![]() |
The Midnight Special |
Well, you wake up in the morning You hear the workbell ring And-a march to the table to 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 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 ever-lovin' light on me If you're ever in Houston Oh, you better do 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 Oh, 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 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 C.C.Rev Version Well, you wake up in the morning You hear the workbell ring Then you march to the table You see the same old thing Ain't no food upon the table There ain't 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 its 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 gov'nor She come to free her man So let the Midnight Special shine a light on me Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me So let the Midnight Special shine a light on me Let the Midnight Special shine its ever-lovin' light on me If you're ever in Houston Well, you better do right You better not gamble There you better not fight Or the sheriff will grab you And the boys will bring you down The next thing you know, boy, Ooh, you're prison-bound So let the Midnight Special shine a light on me Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me So 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 its ever-lovin' light on me |
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