The Midnight Special
Yonder comes Miss Rosie. How in the world do you know?
Well, I know her by the apron and the dress she wore.
Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand,
Well, I'm callin' that Captain, "Turn a-loose my man."
Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me.
Oh let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me.
When you gets up in the morning, when that big bell ring.
You go marching to the table, you meet the same old thing.
Knife and fork are on the table, ain't nothing in my pan.
And if you say a thing about it, you have a trouble with the man.
Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me.
Oh let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me.
If you ever go to Houston, boy, you better walk right,
And you better not squabble and you better not fight.
Benson Crocker will arrest you, Jimmy Boone will take you down.
You can bet your bottom dollar that you're Sugarland bound.
Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me.
Oh let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me.
Well, jumping Little Judy, she was a mighty fine girl.
She brought jumping to this whole round world.
Well, she brought it in the morning just a while before day.
Well, she brought me the news that my wife was dead.
That started me to grieving, whooping, hollering, and crying.
And I began to worry about my very long time.
Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me.
Oh let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me.