Lyrics:

Well you wake up in the morning, hear the ding dong ring,
You go a-marching to the table, see the same damn thing
Well, it`s on a one table, knife, a fork and a pan,
and if you say anything about it, you`re in trouble with the man

Let the midnight special, shine her light on me
Let the midnight special, shine her ever-loving light on me

If you ever go to Houston, you better walk right, you better not stagger, you better not fight
Sheriff Benson will arrest you, he`ll carry you down
And if the jury finds you guilty, penitentiary bound

Yonder come little Rosie, how in 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
She goes a-marching to the captain, says, 'I want my man'

'I don` believe that Rosie loves me', well tell me why
She ain`t been to see me, since las` July
She brought me little coffee, she brought me little tea
Brought me damn near ever`thing but the jailhouse key

Yonder comes doctor Adams, 'How in the world do you know?'
Well he gave me a tablet, the day befo`
There ain`t no doctor, in all the lan`
Can cure the fever of a convict man