Well, you wake up in the morning,
Hear the dingdong ring,
You go marchin' to the table,
You see the same old things,
All on one table, knife,
A fork and a pan,
And if you say a thing about it,
You're in trouble with the man.
let the Midnight
Special shine her light on me,
Let the Midnight Special shine
Her ever-lovin' light on me.
If you ever go to Houston,
man, you better walk right,
You better not stagger,
god knows, you'd better not fight.
Sheriff he'll arrest you,
He'll carry you down,
And if the jury finds your guilty,
You're penitentiary boun'.
Oh, let the Midnight Special
Shine her light on me
Let the Midnight Special
Shine her ever loving light on me
O yonder comes Miss Rosie!
How in the world do you know?
Well, I knowed her by her apron
And the dress she wore
Umbrella on her shoulder,
A piece of paper in her hand
She goes a walking to the captain,
Said Turn loose my man
let the Midnight Special
Shine her light on me
Let the Midnight Special
Shine her ever loving light on me