Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Midnight Special, artist - Creedence Clearwater Revival. Date of issue: 01.11.1969
Record label: Concord
Song language: English
Midnight Special |
| Well, you wake up in the mornin', 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, and no pork up in the pan. |
| But you better not complain, boy, you get in trouble with the man. |
| CHORUS: |
| 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 everlovin' light on me. |
| Yonder 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. |
| CHORUS |
| If you’re ever in Houston, well, you better do the right; |
| You better not gamble, there, you better not fight, at all |
| Or the sheriff will grab ya and the boys will bring you down. |
| The next thing you know, boy, Oh! |
| You’re prison bound. |
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