Yonder come a Miss Rosie,
how in the world do you know?
I can tell by her apron and
Umbrella on her shoulder,
piece of paper in her hand.
She's going to ask the governor
and let the Midnight Space Show
Let the Midnight Space Show
shine a table of light on me.
If you ever go to Houston,
man, you better walk right
And you better not quarrel
Face the front with a rescue
Ain't nobody gonna take you down
And the judge is gonna tell you
how in the world do you know?
Well I can tell him by his big hat
He came to see the captain,
gang of chains in his hand
shine several of a light on me
When it gets up in the morning,
Gonna march you to the table,
Knife and fork on the table,
Don't ever say anything about it,
shine a terrible lovin' light on me
Well, look a -jumpin', Judy,
there's a mighty fine gal
She bought it in the morning,
And she broke me the news
shine the devil of a light on me
Well, I'll begin a -grievin'
Oh, the Lord ain't cryin'
And I'll begin a -worryin'
Shine a terrible lovin' light on me
Shine a terrible lovin' light on me
