Midnight Special

Well, you wake up in the morning

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 pork up in the pan

But you better not complain, boy

You'll 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 her governor

She wants to free her man

So let the Midnight Special shine a light on me

Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me, yeah, yeah

Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me

Let the Midnight Special shine a ever-lovin' light on me

If you ever go to Houston

Oh, you better do it right

Yes, you better not gamble

And you better not fight

'Cause the sheriff, he'll grab you

And the boys'll bring you down

And the next thing you know, boy

You're prison-bound, yeah, yeah

Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me

Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me, yeah, yeah

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 its ever-lovin' light on me