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The Midnight Special
By Creedence Clearwater Revival

Well you wake up in the morning,
You hear the work bell ring
And they March you to the table
To see the same old thing
Ain’t no food upon the table
Ain’t no pork up in the pan
But you better not complain, Boy!
You’ll get in trouble with The 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 a everloving light on me

Younder come Miss Rosie
How in the world did you know?
By the way she wears her apron,
And the clothes she wore.
Umbrella on her shoulder
Piece of paper in her hand
She come to see the Gov’nor.
She wants 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 a everloving light on me

If you’re ever in Houston
Well, you better do the right
You better not gamble
You better not fight
Or the Sheriff will grab ya,
And the boys will bring you down
The next thing you know, boy,
Oh, you’re prison bound

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 a everloving light on me