The Midnight Special

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 an 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 light on me

Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me

Let the Midnight Special shine an ever-lovin' light on me

If you're ever in Houston

Well, you better do right

You better not gamble

There, you better not fight, Lord

Or the sheriff will grab ya

And the boys will bring you down

The next thing you know, boy

Whoa, 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 an ever-lovin' 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 an ever-lovin' light on me