Retro Lyrics

 

THE MIDNIGHT SPECIAL

 

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

Ain't 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

 

Let the Midnight Special shine it's light on me

Let the Midnight Special shine it's light on me

Let the Midnight Special shine it's light on me

Let the Midnight Special shine it's 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 gov'nor she wants to free her man

 

If you're ever in Houston well you better do the right

You better not gamble you better not fight

Or the sheriff will grab ya and the boys will bring you down

The next thing you know boy oh you're prison bound

 


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