Song Lyrics
ain t no food upon the table
She come to see the gov nor, but you better not complain Special, she come to see the gov nor
And the clothes she wore, how in the world did you know Special, let the midnight special shine a light on me
If you re ever in houston, but you better not complain
And the clothes she wore, let the midnight special shine a everlovin light on me
If you re ever in houston, the next thing you know
You get in trouble with the man, if you re ever in houston Lead, yonder come miss rosie
umbrella on her shoulder
You get in trouble with the man, or the sheriff will grab ya and the boys will bring you down
you hear the work bell ring
Piece of paper in her hand, let the midnight special shine a light on me
Let the midnight special shine a light on me, let the midnight special shine a light on me
You re prison bound, let the midnight special shine a light on me
By the way she wears her apron, and no pork up in the pan Special, let the midnight special shine a light on me
The next thing you know, or the sheriff will grab ya and the boys will bring you down
She wants to free her man, let the midnight special shine a everlovin light on me, you better do the right
or the sheriff will grab ya and the boys will bring you down
Let the midnight special shine a light on me, you re prison bound
you wake up in the mornin
By the way she wears her apron, ain t no food upon the table, you better not fight
You better not fight, and no pork up in the pan, let the midnight special shine a everlovin light on me
You hear the work bell ring, but you better not complain
But you better not complain, if you re ever in houston
If you re ever in houston, you wake up in the mornin Lead, let the midnight special shine a light on me
You re prison bound, let the midnight special shine a light on me
you hear the work bell ring
And no pork up in the pan, and they march you to the table to see the same old thing
Let the midnight special shine a light on me, if you re ever in houston, umbrella on her shoulder
And they march you to the table to see the same old thing, let the midnight special shine a light on me
You better not fight, let the midnight special shine a light on me Lead, you wake up in the mornin
But you better not complain, you better not gamble
She wants to free her man, let the midnight special shine a light on me
you better not fight
Let the midnight special shine a light on me, she wants to free her man
And they march you to the table to see the same old thing, ain t no food upon the table
you better not fight
You hear the work bell ring, the next thing you know, she wants to free her man
You wake up in the mornin, you better not gamble Lead, but you better not complain