Well, you wake up in the morning

You hear the work bell ring

And they march you to the table to see the same old thing

Ain’t no food up on the table

Ain’t no fork up in the pan

But you better not complain boy

You get in trouble with the man

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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 Governor

She wants to free her man

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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

If you’re ever in Houston

Well you better do right

You better not gamble

And you better not fight

Or the Sheriff will grab you

And the boys will bring you down

And the next thing you know

Oh you’re prison bound

Chorus