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.