D G
Well, you wake up in the mornin'
D
You hear the work bell ring
A7
And they march you to the table
D
You see the same old thing
G
Ain't no food upon the table
D
And no fork up in the pan
A7
But you'd better not complain, boy
D
You'll get in trouble with the man
G
Let the midnight special
D
Shine the light on me
A7
Let the midnight special
D
Shine the light on me
G
Let the midnight special
D
Shine the light on me
A7
Let the midnight special
D
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
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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