Ccr The Midnight Special Lyrics

The Midnight Special Lyrics

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 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 everlovin´ 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 everlovin´ light on me.

If
you´re ever in Houston, well, you better do the right;
You better not
gamble, there, 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.

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 everlovin´ 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 everlovin´ light on me.