The Midnight Special

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Lyrics

Well, you wake up in the mornin'
You hear the work bell ring
And they march you to the table
You see the same old thing
Aint no food upon the table
And there aint 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 light on me
Let the midnight special shine a ever-lovin' 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 the guv'ner
Yeah, 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 ever-lovin' light on me

If you're ever in Houston
Well you better do it right
And you better not gamble
Well, and you better not fight
Or the sheriff'll grab ya'
And his boys will bring you down
The next thing you know, boy
Well you're prison bound

Ooooh, let the midnight special shine a light on me
Let the midnight special shine a light on me
Let the midnight special, oooh shine a light on me
Let the midnight special shine a ever-lovin' 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 ever-lovin' light on me

Tina West - Vocals
Bill West - Guitar / Backing Vocals
James West - Guitar / Bass / Drums / Backing Vocals