The Midnight Special lyrics

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 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 everloving 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

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 everloving light on me

Oh, 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 everloving 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 light on me,

Let the Midnight Special shine a everloving light on me

• Artist:Creedence Clearwater Revival
• Album:Willy And The Poor Boys