The Midnight Special - Creedence Clearwater Revival

Well, you wake up in the mornin'

You hear the work bell ring

And they march you to the table

To see the same old thing.

Ain't no food upon the table

And no fork 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 ever-lovin' light on me.

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 gov'nor

She wants 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 ever-lovin' light on me.

If you're ever in Houston

Well, you better do the right

You better not gamble

Yeah, you better not fight at all.

Or the sheriff will grab ya

And the boys will bring you down.

The next thing you know, boy

Oh, you're prison bound.

Oh, let the midnight special

Shine a light on me.

Let the midnight special

Shine a light on me.

Oh, let the midnight special

Shine a light on me.

Let the midnight special

Shine a ever-lovin' 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 ever-lovin' light on me.