Well, you wake up in the mornin', you hear the work bell ring

And they march you to the table, but its 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 it's evr-lovin' light on me

If you're ever in Houston … well, you better do right

You better not gamble, boy ... ah, you better not fight

Or the sheriff will grab ya … and the boys will bring you down

The next thing you know boy .. whoa, you're prison bound

Chorus … WX-5 Solo (one time around in Em)

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 warden … she want to free her man, oh

Chorus 2 times