Midnight Special

<p>Well, you wake up in the morning You hear the work bell ring And they march you to the table To see the same old thing</p><p>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</p><p>Let the midnight special Shine a light on me Let the midnight special Shine a ever loving light on me</p><p>Yonder come miss Rosie How in the world did you know By the way she wears her apron And the clothes she wore</p><p>Umbrella on her shoulder Piece of paper in her hand She come to see the governor She want to free her man</p><p>If you're ever in Houston, Well you'd better do the right You'd better not gamble And you better not fight (at all)</p><p>Or the sheriff will grab you And the boys will bring you down The next thing you know boy, Well you're prison bound</p>