THE MIDNIGHT SPECIAL by Leadbelly

Well you wake up in the morning, Hear the ding dong ring.
You go marchin’ to the table, you see the same damn thing.
Well it’s on one table, knife and fork and pan.
And if you say a thing about it, you’re in trouble with the man.
Let the midnight special shine it light on me.
Let the midnight special, shine her ever loving light on me.

If you ever go to Houston, Boys you better walk right.
And you better not stagger, and you better not fight.
The sheriff will arrest you, and he’ll carry you down.
And if the jury find s you guilty, You’re penitentiary bound.
Let the midnight special shine her light on me.
Let the midnight special, shine her ever loving light on me.

Yonder comes Miss Rosie, How in the world do you know.
I can tell by her apron, and the dress she wore.
Umbrella on her shoulder, Piece of paper in her hand.
She goes a-marching to the captain, Say’s, “I want my man.”
Let the midnight special shine her light on me.
Let the midnight special, shine her ever loving light on me.

Copyright 1936 Folkways Music Publishers, Inc. , New York, NY.

Reference:
Leadbelly

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