Midnight Special by Paul Mccartney
Well, well, well, well, well
Wake up early in the morning
Hear the ding-dong ring
Coming walking to the table
I see the same damn thing
Knife and fork upon the table
Piece of paper in my hand
Nothing I can do about it
I'll get in trouble with the man
Let the midnight special
Shine its light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine its ever lovin' light on me
If you ever go to Houston
You better act right
You better not gamble
And you better not fight
'Cause the Sheriff will arrest you
And he'll carry you down
If they go and find you guilty
You're penitentiary bound
Let the midnight special
Shine its light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine its ever lovin' light on me
Wake up early in the morning
Hear the ding-dong ring
Coming walking to the table
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