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  • 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



    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
  • 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



    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