Well, you wake up in the mornin'
You hear the work bell ring
And they march you to the table
You see the same old thing
Ain't no food upon the table
Ain't no fork up in the pan
But you'd better not complain, boy
You'll get in trouble with the man

Let the midnight special
Shine the light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine the light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine the light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine the 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 wanna free her man

If you're ever in Houston
Ooh, you'd better do right
You'd better not gamble
And you'd better not fight
Or the sheriff will grab ya
And the boys'll bring you down
The next thing you know, boy
Ooh, you're prison-bound

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