The Midnight Special

(album: Willy And The Poor Boys - 1969)

Well, you wake up in the morning, you hear the work bell ring
And they march you to the table, you 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

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 everloving light on me

Yonder come miss Rosie, how in the world did you know?
By the way she wear 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 want to free her man

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 everloving light on me

If you're ever in Houston, well, you better do the right
You better not gamble, there, and better not fight at all
Or the sheriff he'll grab ya and the boys'll bring you down
The next thing you know, boy, oh, you're prison-bound

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 everloving 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 light on me
Let the Midnight Special shine a everloving light on me