Lyrics:

Well, you wake up in the mornin'hear the ding-dong ringyou go marchin' to the tablesee the same old thingsee the fork on the tablenothing in your panif you say a thing about ityou're in trouble with the manLet the midnight specialshine a light on melet the midnight specialshine its everlovin' light on meIf you ever go to Houstonwell you'd better act rightand you'd better not gambleand you'd better not fightfor the sheriff will arrest youand he'll take you downand before you understand ityou are prison boundLet the midnight specialshine a light on melet the midnight specialshine its everlovin' light on me