Midnight Special
If you evah go to Houston,
You better walk right;
You better not gamble
And you better not fight.
T. Bentley will arrest you,
He’ll surely take you down;
Judge Nelson’ll sentence you,
Then you’re jailhouse bound.
O let the Midnight Special
Shine a light on me,
Let the Midnight Special
Shine a evah lovin’ light on me!
Every Monday mawnin’,
When the ding-dong rings,
You go to the table,
See the same damn things;
And on the table,
There’s a knife an’ pan,
Say anything about it,
Have trouble with a man.
O let the Midnight Special
Shine a light on me,
Let the Midnight Special
Shine a evah lovin’ light on me!
Yondah come Miss Rosy;
Oh, how do you know?
By th’ umbrella on her shoulder
An’ the dress that she woah!
Straw hat on her head,
Piece of paper in her hand,
Says, “Look here, Mr. Jailer,
I wants my life-time man.”
O let the Midnight Special
Shine a light on me,
Let the Midnight Special
Shine a evah lovin’ light on me!
