Midnight Special

Yonder comin' Miss Rosie How in the world do you know? Well, I know by her apron and the dress she wore Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand "Well, I'm goin' and ask the governor he turn a-loose my man" Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me Oh, let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me When you gets up in the mornin', when that big bell ring You go to marchin' to the table, meet the same damn thing Knife and fork are on the table, there's nothing in my pan And if you say anything about it, you have a trouble with the man Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me Oh, let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me Well, I went into the nation and the territo Well, I thought about the girl I love, in that Mexico Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me Let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me If you ever go to Houston Boy, you better walk right And you better not squabble, and you better not fight Benson Crocker will arrest you, Jimmy Boone will take you down You can bet your bottom dollar, penitentiary bound Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me Let the Midnight Special shine her 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', whoopin', hollerin', and cryin' And I began to worry about a great long time Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me Let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me