Well, you wake up in the morning
And you hear the work bell ring
And don't march him to the table
And you'll see the same old thing
Ain't no fork upon the table
Ain't no fork upon the pan
But you better not complain, boy
You'll get in trouble with the mail
Let the Midnight Special
Shine his light on me
Let the Midnight Special
Shine his ever -loving light on me
Let the midnight special,
shine his light on me
Let the midnight special,
shine his ever -loving light on me
Go on and give me roses,
how in the world did you know
About the way she wears her apron,
and the clothes she wore
April on her shoulder,
piece of paper in her hand
She came to see the governor,
wants to free her men
Let the midnight special,
shine his light on me
Let the midnight special,
shine his ever -loving light on me
Woo, let the midnight special
Shine his light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine his ever -loving light on me
Woo!
If you are from Houston
Oh, you better do alright
You better not gamble
An d you better not fight
Oh, the sheriff will grab you
And the boys will bring you down
The next thing you know,
Boy, you're prison bound
It's the midnight special
Shine his light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine his ever -loving light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine his light on me
Let the midnight special
The shine is ever on and not on me