Well, you wake up in the mornin' boy, 
You hear the ding dong ring,
And you look upon the table boy
You see the same darn thing.

You find no food upon the table, 
there's no fork up in the pan.
But you better not complain, boy
You get in trouble with the man.

And the Midnight Special
Shine a light on me,
Let the Midnight Special
Shine it's devil loving light on me,

Yonder come miss Rosie, boy
how in the world did you know?
By the way she wears her apron boy, 
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.

And the Midnight Special
Shine it's light on me,
Let the Midnight Special
Shine it's ever loving light on me

Now If you're ever in Houston boy
Well, you better do right
Eh You better not gamble biy
And you better fight
Or the sheriff will grab ya 
And the boys will bring you down.
And the next thing you know, boy, 
You're prison bound.

And the Midnight Special
Shine it's light on me,
Let the Midnight Special
Shine it's ever loving light on me

