The Midnight Special Songtext

Well, you wake up in the mornin' You hear the big bell ring And when you get down to the table It's the same damn thing Knife and fork is on the table, woo Ain't nothin' in the pan And if you says a word about it You're in trouble with the man Let the Midnight Special Shine a light on me Let the Midnight Special Shine a light on me Well if you ever go to Houston, Texas Oh you better walk right Oh well you better not quarrel And you better not fight Sheriff Johnson will arrest you Oh he'll take you on down And you can bet your bottom dollar You're penitentiary bound 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 light on me Well, yonder come [little Rosie]/[Winnie Mandela] How in the world do you know? Well, I can tell her by her apron Or the dress she wore Umbrella on her shoulder, woo Piece of paper in her hand She gonna write to the gov'nor To turn loose 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 light on me Let the Midnight Special Shine a light on me Let the Midnight Special Shine a light on me