Midnight Special

Well you wake up in the morning. Hear the ding dong ring, You go a-marching to the table, See the same damn thing; Well, it`s on a one table, Knife, a fork and a pan, And if you say anything about it, You`re in trouble with the man. cho: Let the midnight special Shine her light on me; Let the midnight special Shine her ever-loving light on me. If you ever go to Houston. You better walk right; You better not stagger, You better not fight; Sheriff Benson will arrest you, He`ll carry you down, And if the jury finds you guilty, Penitentiary bound. Yonder come little Rosie, How in the world do you know, l can tell her by her apron, And the dress she wore. Umbrella on her shoulder, Piece of paper in her hand, She goes a-marching to the captain, Says, "I want my man." "I don` believe that Rosie loves me" "Well tell me why" She ain`t been to see me Since las` July. She brought me little coffee She brought me little tea Brought me damn near ever`thing But the jailhouse key. Yonder comes Doctor Adams "How in the world do you know?" Well he gave me a tablet The day befo` There ain`t no doctor In all the lan` Can cure the fever Of a convict man.