Midnight Special Lyrics

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

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 want to free her man, oh

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 right

You better not gamble

No, you better not fight

Or the sheriff will grab you

And the boys will bring you down

Next thing you know, boy

You are so prison bound (yes you are)

So 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