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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