Well, you wake up in the mornin'
You hear the work bell ring
And they march to the table
You see the same damn thing
Well, there ain't no food upon the table
And don't you know there ain't no pork up in the pan
But you better not complain, boy
You're gonna get yourself in trouble with the man, oh
Let the midnight special
Shine a light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine a light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine a light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine an everlovin' light on me
Yonder come Miss Rosie
How in the world did you know?
By the way she wear 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
Let the midnight special
Shine a light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine a light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine a light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine an everlovin' light on me
Well, if you're ever in Houston
Yeah, you better do 'em right
You better not gamble
Oh, you better not fight, Lord
'Cause the sheriff'll grab ya
And them boys'll bring you down
Yeah, the next thing you know, boy
Lord, you're prison bound, oh
Let the midnight special
Shine a light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine a light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine a light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine an everlovin' light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine a light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine a light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine a light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine an everlovin' light on me