| One day, one day, Sir
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| I was walking along
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| I heard that special
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| Singing a lonesome song
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| Oh, let the Midnight Special
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| Shine her light on me
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| Let the Midnight Special
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| Shine her ever lovin light on me
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| If you ever go to Houston
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| You know you better walk right
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| You know you better not stagger
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| You know you better not fight
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| Because the sheriff will just arrest you
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| You know he’ll carry you down
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| And you can bet your bottom dollar
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| Oh Lord, you’re penitentiary bound
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| Yonder come little Rosie
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| How in the world do you know?
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| I can tell her by her apron
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| And the dress she wore
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| Umbrella on her shoulder
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| Piece of paper in her hand
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| Goes a marchin to the Captain
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| Says I want my man
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| Now here comes jumpin' Judy
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| I’ll tell you how I know
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| You know, Judy brought jumpin'
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| To the whole wide world
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| She brought it in the morning
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| Just about the break of day
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| You know, if I ever get to jumpin'
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| Oh Lord, I’ll up and jump away |