| Oh, let the midnight special, shine her light on me
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| Oh, let the midnight special shine her everlovin' light on me
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| Now you get up in the morning, you hear the ding dong ring
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| And you go marching to the table, you see the same old thing
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| Well it’s on the table, a knife a fork and the pan
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| If you say anything about it, you’re in trouble with the man
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| Oh let the midnight special shine her light on me
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| Oh let the midnight special shine her everlovin' light on me
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| Well, if you ever go to Houston, than you’d better walk right
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| And you have better not stagger and you’d better not fight
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| Because the sheriff will arrest you, he’s gonna take you down
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| And when the jury finds you guilty, you’re penitentiary bound
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| Oh let the midnight special shine her light on me
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| Oh let the midnight special shine her everlovin' light on me
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| Well, yonder comes Miss Rosie, how in the world did I know?
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| Well, I know her by her apron and the dress she wore
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| An umbrella on her shoulder, a piece of paper in her hand
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| She goes marching to the captain, she says «I want my man»
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| Oh let the midnight special shine her light on me
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| Oh let the midnight special shine her everlovin' light on me
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| Everlovin' light on me |