The Midnight Special

Yonder come Miss Rosie, how in the world do you know

Well I know by the apron and the dress she wore

Well an umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand

Well I'm gonna ask the governor, he turn a-lose a-my man

Let the midnight special, shine the light on me

Let the midnight special, shine the ever-lovin' light on me

When you get up in the mornin', when that big bell ring

You go and march to the table, see the same damn thing

Knife and fork are on the table, there's nothin' in my pan

And if you say anything about it, havin' trouble with the man

Well I went to the nation and to the territo(ry)

Well I thought about the girl I love, in that Mexico

If you ever go to Houston, oh you better walk right

And you better not squallow and you better not fight

Sheriff Rocko will arrest you, Eddie Boone will take you down

You can bet your bottom dollar, penitentiary bound

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', then hollerin' and a-cryin'

Then I had to give the worry about a been a long time