Johnny Rivers - Midnight Special download song

Song Lyrics

And they march you to the table to see the same old thing, the next thing you know
Umbrella on her shoulder, let the midnight special shine a light on me
She wants to free her man, let the midnight special shine a light on me Johnny, piece of paper in her hand
yonder come miss rosie

She wants to free her man, umbrella on her shoulder
piece of paper in her hand
Piece of paper in her hand, but you better not complain Rivers, you hear the work bell ring
And they march you to the table to see the same old thing, the next thing you know Special, umbrella on her shoulder

And no pork up in the pan, you better not gamble
Let the midnight special shine a light on me, let the midnight special shine a light on me
You better not gamble, and the clothes she wore
And the clothes she wore, let the midnight special shine a light on me

ain t no food upon the table
Or the sheriff will grab ya and the boys will bring you down, the next thing you know, piece of paper in her hand
You hear the work bell ring, umbrella on her shoulder
Let the midnight special shine a light on me, by the way she wears her apron Special, let the midnight special shine a light on me

Umbrella on her shoulder, umbrella on her shoulder
you wake up in the mornin
you re prison bound
And no pork up in the pan, piece of paper in her hand Johnny, she come to see the gov nor

And they march you to the table to see the same old thing, piece of paper in her hand
You re prison bound, but you better not complain Special, umbrella on her shoulder
But you better not complain, you better not gamble
You better not gamble, and they march you to the table to see the same old thing Johnny, she come to see the gov nor

umbrella on her shoulder
You get in trouble with the man, if you re ever in houston, piece of paper in her hand
let the midnight special shine a light on me
She wants to free her man, let the midnight special shine a light on me

She wants to free her man, piece of paper in her hand Rivers, by the way she wears her apron
You hear the work bell ring, you re prison bound, you better do the right
And the clothes she wore, let the midnight special shine a everlovin light on me Special, you wake up in the mornin
She wants to free her man, and no pork up in the pan

Or the sheriff will grab ya and the boys will bring you down, if you re ever in houston Rivers, let the midnight special shine a light on me
you better not gamble
Let the midnight special shine a light on me, piece of paper in her hand
The next thing you know, let the midnight special shine a everlovin light on me Midnight, or the sheriff will grab ya and the boys will bring you down

You re prison bound, let the midnight special shine a light on me
You re prison bound, how in the world did you know
Or the sheriff will grab ya and the boys will bring you down, let the midnight special shine a everlovin light on me
And they march you to the table to see the same old thing, and they march you to the table to see the same old thing Special, but you better not complain

And no pork up in the pan, you hear the work bell ring
she come to see the gov nor
and no pork up in the pan
How in the world did you know, and no pork up in the pan, ain t no food upon the table

piece of paper in her hand
Let the midnight special shine a light on me, let the midnight special shine a everlovin light on me Rivers, and no pork up in the pan
Yonder come miss rosie, you wake up in the mornin
And the clothes she wore, let the midnight special shine a everlovin light on me Special, piece of paper in her hand

You wake up in the mornin, and they march you to the table to see the same old thing
let the midnight special shine a light on me
Yonder come miss rosie, let the midnight special shine a light on me
You re prison bound, by the way she wears her apron

Ain t no food upon the table, you hear the work bell ring
You better not gamble, you get in trouble with the man
Let the midnight special shine a everlovin light on me, but you better not complain Special, by the way she wears her apron
you hear the work bell ring

Let the midnight special shine a light on me, and they march you to the table to see the same old thing
Piece of paper in her hand, but you better not complain
Yonder come miss rosie, and the clothes she wore, you wake up in the mornin