Well, you wake up in the morning.
You hear the work bell ring.
And I march you to the table.
You see the same old thing.
Ain't no food upon the table
There's no fork up in the pan
But you better not complain, boy
You'll 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 an ever -lovin' light on me
Yonder come Miss Rosie,
found 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 governor,
she want 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 hell of a loving light on me
If you have all your hues done,
you better do it right
You better not gamble,
and you better not fight alone
The sheriff will grab you,
and the boys will bring you down
The next thing you know, boy,
boy, you're prison 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 hell of a 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 hell of a lovin' light
On me