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Midnight Special

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 thingAin'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 manLet the midnight special

Shine a light on me

Shine a light on me

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 governor

She want to free her man

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)

Or the sheriff will grab you

And the boys will bring you down

The next thing you know boy,

Well you're prison bound

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