Tom Fisch

Lyrics

Midnight Special
(Huddie Ledbetter)

Well you get up every morning hear that work bell ring
Go marching to the table, you get the same old thing
Ain't no food upon that table, ain't no pork up in that pan
But you better not complain son, you get in trouble with the man

CH Let the midnight special shine a light on me
Let the midnight special shine it's ever loving light on me
Let the midnight special shine a light on me
Let the midnight special shine it's ever loving light on me

Yonder come Miss Rosie, how in the world do you know
I knows her by her apron and the dress she wore
Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand
She come to see the governor, she wants to free her man

CH

Now if you're ever down in Houston, you better do it right
You better not argue and you better not fight
'Cause the sheriff's gonna grab you and the boy's'll bring you down
Next thing you know son you'll be prison bound

CH

Traditional, arranged by Tom Fisch