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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
John Fogerty
Guitare principale
Tom Fogerty
Guitare
Stu Cook
Basse
Doug Clifford
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
John Fogerty
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
John Fogerty
Production
Russ Gary
Ingénierie de prise de son
Paroles
Well, you wake up in the mornin',
You hear the work bell ring
And they march you 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,
Well, you better do the right,
You better not gamble,
Yeah, 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.
Oh, 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.
Writer(s): Johnny Rivers
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