| lyric | 1. Well, you wake up in the morning,
Hear the ding dong ring,
Go marching to the table,
you see the same darn thing.
Knife, fork on the table,
Nothing in the pan,
You say anything about it,
You’re in trouble with the man.
Chorus
Let the Midnight Special
shine her light onme,
Let the Midnight Special
Shine her everloving light on me.
2. Yonder comes Dr. Melton,
How in the world do you know;
He gave me a tablet,
On the day before.
Now, there never was a doctor,
Traveled through this land,
That could cure the fever,
Of a convict man.
3. Yonder comes Miss Rosie,
How in the world do you know?
I know her by her apron,
And the dress she wore.
Umbrella on her shoulder,
Piece of paper in her hand,
Marching to the captain,
Says turn-a-loose of my man.
4. Well, if you ever go to Houston,
You better walk right;
You better not stagger,
And you better not fight.
Sheriff Benson will arrest you,
Lord, he’ll send you down,
The jury finds you guilty,
You’re Sugarland bound. |