| Well, you wake up in the mornin', you hear the ding dong ring
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| They’ll march you to the table, you see the same old thing
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| Knife and fork on the table, nothin' in the pan
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| And if you say anythin' about it, you’re in trouble with the man
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| Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me
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| Let the Midnight Special shine it’s ever lovin' light on me
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| Well if you’re ever go to Houston, well, you better walk right
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| And you better not stagger, and you better not fight,
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| Sheriff Benson will arrest you and he’ll carry you down
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| And you can bet your bottom dollar, you’re penitentiary bound
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| Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me
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| Let the Midnight Special shine a ever lovin' light on me
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| Well yonder come Miss Rosie, how in the world do you know?
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| I can tell her by her apron, and the dress she wore
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| Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand
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| Well she’s marched up to the captain, says I want my man
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| Let the Midnight Special shine it’s light on me
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| Let the Midnight Special shine a ever lovin'
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| Ever lovin', ever lovin', light on me |