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 com

plain,

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

govnor,

she wants 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 a everlovin light on

me.

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.

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.

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