The Midnight Special
(专辑: 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