Paul Davis Sweet Life Lyrics

Sweet Life 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.