Midnight Special - Remastered 2002

Yonder comes Miss Rosie/
 How in the world do you know?/
 Well, I know her by the apron and the dress she wore./
 Umbrella on her shoulder,/
 Piece of paper in her hand,/
 Well, I'm callin' that Captain,/
 "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 morning,/
 When that big bell ring./
 You go marching to the table/
 You meet the same old thing./
 Knife and fork are on the table/
 Ain't nothing in my pan./
 And if you say a thing about it/
 You have a trouble with the man./
 If you ever go to Houston,/
 Boys, 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/
 That you're Sugarland bound./
 Well, jumping Little Judy,/
 She was a mighty fine girl./
 She brought jumping/
 To the whole round world./
 Well, she brought it in the morning/
 Just a while before day./
 Well, she brought me the news/
 That my wife was dead./
 That started me to grieving,/
 Whooping, hollering, and crying./
 And I began to worry/
 About my great long time.