You get up in the mornin' You hear the ding-dong ring Now you look up on the table You see the same darn thing You find no food upon the table And no pork up in the pan But if you say a thing about it You be in trouble with the man
Ah, let the Midnight Special shine a light on me Oh, let the Midnight Special shine Its everlovin' light on me
Now if you're ever in Houston Oh, you better walk right Aw, you better not gamble, boy I say you better not fight Or the sheriff he will grab you And the boys will pull you down And then before you know it You're penitentary bound
Ah, let the Midnight Special shine a light on me Let the Midnight Special shine Its everlovin' light on me
Here comes Miss Lucy How in the world did you know? I can tell by her apron And by the clothes she wore An umbrella on her shoulder She got a paper in her hand She come to see the warden To try to free her man
So, let the Midnight Special Shine a light on me Ah, let the Midnight Special shine Its everlovin' light on me I said, let the Midnight Special Shine a light on me Ah, let the Midnight Special shine Its everlovin' light on me
Compositor: Johnny Rivers (John H Ramistella) ECAD: Obra #54745 Fonograma #924655