The Midnight Special

Oh, let the midnight special, shine her light on me
Oh, let the midnight special shine her everlovin' light on me
Now you get up in the morning, you hear the ding dong ring
And you go marching to the table, you see the same old thing
Well it’s on the table, a knife a fork and the pan
If you say anything about it, you’re in trouble with the man
Oh let the midnight special shine her light on me
Oh let the midnight special shine her everlovin' light on me
Well, if you ever go to Houston, than you’d better walk right
And you have better not stagger and you’d better not fight
Because the sheriff will arrest you, he’s gonna take you down
And when the jury finds you guilty, you’re penitentiary bound
Oh let the midnight special shine her light on me
Oh let the midnight special shine her everlovin' light on me
Well, yonder comes Miss Rosie, how in the world did I know?
Well, I know her by her apron and the dress she wore
An umbrella on her shoulder, a piece of paper in her hand
She goes marching to the captain, she says «I want my man»
Oh let the midnight special shine her light on me
Oh let the midnight special shine her everlovin' light on me
Everlovin' light on me