Lyrics:

(Traditional - Arrangement by J. 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

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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 everlovin' 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 wants to free her man



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If you're ever in Houston, well, you better do the right

You better not gamble, there, you better not fight, at all

Or the sheriff will grab ya and the boys will bring you down

The next thing you know, boy, Oh! You're prison bound



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