Midnight Special Songtext

Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me./
Oh let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me./
When you gets up in the morning,/
When that big bell ring./
You go marching to the table/
You meet the same old thing./
Knife and fork are on the table/
Ain't nothing in my pan./
And if you say a thing about it/
You have a trouble with the man./

(Chorus)

If you ever go to Houston,/
Boys, you better walk right,/
And you better not squabble/
And you better not fight./
Benson Crocker will arrest you,/
Jimmy Boone will take you down./
You can bet your bottom dollar/ That you're Sugarland bound./

(Chorus)

Well, jumping Little Judy,/
She was a mighty fine girl./
She brought jumping/
To the whole round world./
Well, she brought it in the morning/
Just a while before day./
Well, she brought me the news/
That my wife was dead./
That started me to grieving,/
Whooping, hollering, and crying./
And I began to worry/
About my great long time.

(Chorus)