Midnight Special

Yonder comin' Miss Rosie
 How in the world do you know?
 Well, I know by her apron and the dress she wore
 Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand
 "Well, I'm goin' and ask the governor he turn a-loose my man"
 Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me
 Oh, let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me
 When you gets up in the mornin', when that big bell ring
 You go to marchin' to the table, meet the same damn thing
 Knife and fork are on the table, there's nothing in my pan
 And if you say anything about it, you have a trouble with the man
 Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me
 Oh, let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me
 Well, I went into the nation and the territo
 Well, I thought about the girl I love, in that Mexico
 Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me
 Let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me
 If you ever go to Houston
 Boy, you better walk right
 And you better not squabble, and you better not fight
 Benson Crocker will arrest you, Jimmy Boone will take you down
 You can bet your bottom dollar, penitentiary bound
 Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me
 Let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me
 Well, jumpin' Little Judy, she was a mighty fine girl
 Well, Judy brought jumpin' to this whole round world
 Well, she brought it in the mornin', just a while before day
 She brought me the news that my wife was dead
 That started me to grievin', whoopin', hollerin', and cryin'
 And I began to worry about a great long time
 Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me
 Let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me