Midnight Special

Midnight Special - Temuera Morrison

Written by：J.C. Fogerty

Well you wake up in the mornin'

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 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 governor

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 ever lovin' light on me

If you're ever in Houston

Oh you better do the right

You better not gamble and you better not fight

Or the sheriff will grab you 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 ever lovin' light on me

Let the midnight special shine a light on me

Let the midnight special shine a ever lovin' light on me