Lyrics:

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.CHORUS:Let the Midnight
Special shine 'er light on me,Let the Midnight Special shine 'er light
on me,Let the Midnight Special shine 'er light on me,Let the
Midnight Special shine 'er 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./CHORUSIf you're ever in Houston, well, you better do the
right;You better not gamble, there, you better not fight, at allOr
the sheriff will grab ya and the boys will bring you down.The next thing
you know, boy, Oh! You're prison bound.CHORUSCHORUS