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Well you wake up in the morning ... hear the workbell ring
And they march you to the table ... you see the same old thing
Aint 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 her ever-loving 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
And she come to see the Govenor ... she want 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 her ever-loving light on me
If your ever in Houston .. oh you better do it right
You better not not gamble .. and you better not fight
Or the Sheriff will grab you .. and the boys will bring you down
The next thing you know boys .. oh your 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 her ever-loving light on me