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

2. Yonder come Miss Rosie How in the world did you know

3. If you're ever in Houston Ooh, you'd better do right

1. And they march you to the table You see the same old thing

2. By the way she wears her apron And the clothes she wore

3. You'd better not gamble And you'd better not fight

1. Ain't no food upon the table And no fork up in the pan

2. Umbrella on her shoulder Piece of paper in her hand

3. Or the sheriff will grab ya And the boys'll bring you down

1. But you'd better not complain, boy You'll get in trouble with the man

2. She come to see the gov'nor She wanna free her man

3. The next thing you know, boy Ooh, you're prison-bound

Let the midnight special Shine the light on me Let the midnight special Shine the light on me

Let the midnight special Shine the light on me Let the midnight special Shine the ever-lovin' light on me