Midnight Special (At The Royal Albert Hall / London, UK / April 14, 1970)

Well, you wake up in the mornin' 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 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 (alright) 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 wanna 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 better do the right You better not gamble There and 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 Well, 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 (alright) Let the midnight special Shine a ever-lovin' light on me