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.



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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.



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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.



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