The Midnight Special by Studio 99
The Midnight Special lyrics
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.
Aint 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.
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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 everlovin 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 govnor, she wants to free her man.
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If youre ever in houston, well, you better do the
right;
You better not gamble, there, 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! youre prison bound.
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