Midnight Special
by Huddie Ledbetter

Yonder comes Miss Rosie.  How the world do you know?
I can tell her by her apron and the dress she wore.
Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand
Lord she gonna ask the governor, turn loose of my man.

Let the Midnight Special shine the light on me.
Let the Midnight Special shine its ever loving light on me.

You wake up in the morning, when that big bell rings.
Go marching to the table, see the same old thing.
Knife and fork on your table, nothing in your pan.
Never say a thing about it.  Be in trouble with the man.

Let the Midnight Special shine the light on me.
Let the Midnight Special shine its ever loving light on me.

If you ever go to Houston, you know you better act right.
You know you better not squabble, and you better not fight.
Sheriff there he'll arrest you.  He's gonna take you down.
And the judge will sentence you, your penitentiary abound.

Let the Midnight Special shine the light on me.
Let the Midnight Special shine its ever loving light on me.