Creedence Clearwater Revival - Midnight Special Lyrics
Midnight Special - Creedence Clearwater RevivalWell, you wake up in the morningYou hear the work bell ringAnd they march you to the tableTo see the same old thingAin't no food upon the tableAnd no pork up in the panBut you better not complain, boyYou get in trouble with the man{Refrain}Let the midnight specialShine a light on me(3X)Let the midnight specialShine a ever-lovin light on meYonder come miss RosieHow in the world did you knowBy the way she wears her apronAnd the clothes she woreUmbrella on her shoulderPiece of paper in her handShe come to see the governorShe want to free her man{Refrain}If you're ever in Houston,Well you'd better do the rightYou'd better not gambleAnd you better not fight (at all)Or the sheriff will grab youAnd the boys will bring you downThe next thing you know boy,Well you're prison bound{Refrain}{Refrain