Lyrics:

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 thin
g.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.
Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me,Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me,Let the Midnight Special shine a l
ight 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 t
he gov'nor, she wants to free her man.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.If 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.Let the Midnight Special shine a ligh
t on me,Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me,Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me,Let the Midnight Special s
hine a everlovin' 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 light on me,Let the Midnight Special shine a everlovin' light on me.