Well, you wake up in the morning You hear the workbell ring

And-a march to the table to see the same old thing

Ain't no food upon the table and no fork 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 wants to free her man

Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me Let the Midnight Special shine a light on

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 Oh, you better do 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

Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me

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

Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me Let the Midnight Special shine a light on

Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me

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

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