Midnight Special - The Weavers

One day one day

I was walking along

I heard the midnight special

Singing a lonesome song

Oh let the midnight special

Shine her light on me

Oh let the midnight special

Shine her ever loving light on me

Well now you wake up in the morning

You hear the ding dong ring

And you go marching to the table

You see the same d**n thing

Well it's a sitting on the table

A knife a fork and a pan

If you say anything about it

You're in trouble with the man

Oh let the midnight special

Shine her light on me

Oh let the midnight special

Shine her ever loving light on me

Now f you ever go to Houston

Man you'd better walk right

And you had better not stagger

And you had better not fight

Because the sheriff will arrest you

He's gonna take you down

And you can bet your bottom dollar

You're penitentiary bound

Oh let the midnight special

Shine her light on me

Oh let the midnight special

Shine her ever loving light on me

Well yonder come miss Rosie

Tell me how did you know

I knew by the colour of her apron

And the dress she wore

Well she brought me little coffee

And she brought me little tea

She brought me nearly everything

Except the jailhouse key

Oh let the midnight special

Shine her light on me

Oh let the midnight special

Shine her ever loving light on

Her ever loving light on me