Midnight Special

Midnight Special - Paul Evans

Well you wake up in the morning boy

You hear the ding dong ring

Then you look upon the table boy

You see the same darn thing

You find no food upon the table boy

There's no fork up in the pan

But you better not complain boy

You'll get in trouble with the man

Let the midnight special

Shine it's light on me

Let the midnight special

Shine it's ever loving light on me

Well yonder comes Miss Rosie boy

How in the world do you know

By the way she wears her apron boy

And the clothes she wore

The umbrella on her shoulder

Piece of paper in her hand

Well she come to see the Governor

She wants to free her man

Let the midnight special

Shine it's light on me

Let the midnight special

Shine it's ever loving light on me

Now if you're ever in Houston boy

Well you better do right

Hey you better not gamble boy

And you better not fight

Boy the sheriff he'll grab you

And the boys will pull you down

And the next thing you know boy

You're prison bound

Let the midnight special

Shine it's light on me

Let the midnight special

Shine it's ever loving light on me